Johns fist hit Dean hard in the gut, making Dean fall to the ground.

"Cough, Cough, Dad?" Dean wheezed, as he used the chair to help him up.

"You Bastared." John yelled as he slammed his fist into Dean's jaw.

"What the hell, Dad. What the Fuck is wrong with you?" Dean yelled as he dodged John's punches.

"How could you? He's you brother." John screamed as he throw more punches at his son.

John and Deans yelling caused Sam to jump, and fall off the couch.

"What the fuck is going on?" Sam yelled, as his hand felt the wall for the light switch.

"Someone answer me?" Sam said as he hit the lights.

Johns punch hit Dean even harder in the gut, which made Dean hit hard against the wall.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he ran over to his big brothers side.

"Dad, what the hell is wrong with you?" Sam exclaimed

"I…I am sorry Sammy." John stuttered. "But it has it has to be done."

"What are you talking about Dad, wha…" Sam stopped when he saw his dad put the gun out of his pants.

"Dad, what is that for?" Sam asked, even though he know the answer to that question.

"It's ok Sammy, Dean will never touch you again." John cried, as he cocked the gun.

Dean began to regain consciousness.

"What do you me, never touch me again?" Sam asked. It was not Dean who seduced him, and he did not want Dean to die over something he did.

"Goddamit Sammy, you know God dam well what I am talking about!" John yelled

Sam did know, but he wanted to buy Dean some time.

Sam looked over at Dean who was totally aware of what Sam was doing, then it hit him, he know what he had to do.

"Dad I don't get it," Dean cried. "You told me to take care of Sammy, you told me to make sure he did not get hurt, you told me to watch out for him. That is just what I did, how can you shoot me for that?" Dean said stronger trying to sound like he was not scared, even though he was.

Sam now had tears streaming down his face.

"Yes I told you to do that, but I never told you to love him, but you did anyway, Fuck, he's your own, God dam brother.

Sam looked at dean worried, he know that their dad had a point.

Dean gave Sam a small smile, Sam know Dean must have a plan, and he hoped it would work he already lost Mom, and Jess, he cant lose Dean as well.

"Dad, you once told me you cant help who you love." Dean replied with a smile, he knew that his plan would work just by John's expression.

John scratched his head with his pistol.

"Yah but…but I was talking about girls or guys whatever, not your brother." John said as he swayed back and forth.

John raised his arm, and pointed the gun at Dean's head.

"Dad you could really kill your own son?" Dean asked, as he watched his Dads arm begin to shake.

Johns arm was shaking way too much for him to hit Dean.

"Dad just put the gun down." Sam asked as he began to stand up slowly.

John looked over at Sam, who was now on his feet and slowly making his way over to him.

Dad, just give me the gun." Sam said as he slowly reached his arm out, so he could take the gun from him.

"Sammy, sit back down." John said. "Don't make me shoot you instead."

"Sam do what he said." Dean exclaimed, "If you get shoot… I don't know what I would do.

John was now facing Sam.

"Dean its ok Dad would never" Boom went the gun.

TBC