Here it is. I've interviewed both my parents and a few other relatives,(Now concerned for my well being) about what they would do in this situation if this was there child so I hope its accurate. P.S if you can tell I do put a lot of effort into this story..
One more thing. This Dean did not grow up like the Dean on the show, He's also still a kid. So of coarse he's gonna handle things a little bit differently, Plus in his defense I've freaked out over way less so I think the boy deserves a good break down every once in awhile, which he gets in this chapter.
In the end it was Castiel who got up the courage to knock on the door. Knocking on our own door, is this what its come to. We waited a moment, shuffling around on the porch, when we heard the click and the gasp. With out warning, Mary took both of our arms, yanking us inside into the living room. I waited for the unavoidable hit to the face that was bound to come, I mean I deserved it. But instead she locked us both in a hug telling us over and over how scared she'd been.
My head, that was still drumming, hurt even more now as I waited for her to calm down.
"John! There back", She yelled towards the upstairs. She looked as If she was about to cry. I heard heavy footsteps come through the kitchen and then into the living room. John's face was unreadable as he stared at us, one of those stares that made you want to run to your room and hide. But I couldn't run because Mary had a death grip on my arm.
"Where the H*ll where you to!" He boomed. I winced, his voice drilled into my head. He glared at me a moment before sighing heavily and closing his eyes. "Please. Please tell me you are not hungover," He said tiredly. I looked to Cas for help, he was to bust studying is shoes.
"I'm sorry," I said barely above a whisper. My voice had betrayed me, making me sound like a little kid. I wanted to die right then and there, id rather die then get the look John's giving me right now.
"Cas. Go upstairs we need to talk to Dean," John said, his eyes not leaving mine, "Don't think your off the hook though," He added as Cas made for the stairs. He looked back and nodded, sending me a sorry look.
When Cas was out of sight Mary and John remained quiet for the longest time before they finally spoke. "So you were drinking.. where," John asked firmly. Mary said nothing, just zoned out a bit.
"Behind the school, under the bleachers," I said regretfully.
"Where did you even get the beer," He wondered aloud.
"The garage.. I always replace em though, so you'd never find out," I explained. John looked like he wanted to scream, yell, beat the crap out of me, I just wished he'd do something other than stare at me.
"Why Dean?" Mary asked, looking up at me with watery eyes.
That made me angry, "Like you don't know," I scoffed. All of this was his fault. I knew I'd end up like him, father like son. Drinking and hurting people, running away and then deciding to pop back up where I'm not wanted. I was just like him and I hated it.
"We need to talk about that," She started. "But not now, now we need to deal with... this," She said gesturing to me.
"Whats there to deal with, I was drinking I stayed out all night and I got Cas in trouble," I said raising my voice, bad idea. Headache, remember Dean.
"Do you know how dangerous that is. You could get alcohol poisoning, freeze to death, get hit by a car! Anything could have happened to you," John said raising his voice as well.
"Why Do you Even Care?" I yelled.
"Because I'm Your Father!"
"No Your Not!" I screamed back. By this time I was heaving. The walls closing in, vision getting blurry. My wrist had started to sting again. I grabbed it, digging my nails into the already red flesh. I just wanted it to stop.
I didn't run, I didn't faint. I just stood there like an idiot. John wasn't my Dad, my dad left, he ran away. Mary wasn't my mom, my mom's dead, I remember the fire. So I stood there, trying to calm down. I was over reacting big time and I knew it.
"Dean! Calm down," John spoke loudly grabbing my shoulders. I was calm I just didn't want to be here.
I opened my eyes to meet his, but they were focused on something else. He was prying my hand away from my wrist. Mary was pacing back in forth like she didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry", I said quietly, letting go of my wrist an letting my arms fall limp by my sides. It stung, my head hurt. I just wanted to go to sleep.
"Look at me," John demanded. And I did.
"Your right. I'm not your father and I'm sorry," He said calming down a bit. "But I'm responsible for you, and whether you like it or not you and your brothers are like my sons so I'm going to treat you as such," He said making his voice firm again.
"Your better than my dad," I said quietly. That was for sure.
"Dean... your dad does want to see you, but if you had waited for Mary to explain, he's going about this... civilly. He want's to set up a meeting with me and Mary, here. While you guys are somewhere else and well settle things. We'll figure something out", He explained.
"Please don't let him take us,"I asked lowering my eyes to the floor.
"We won't," Mary said from behind him.
"But Dean, time to get back to the subject."
I nodded. Time to start dishing out the punishments, I felt weak for breaking down like that, I felt humiliated.
"The drinking stops now," Mary said firmly.
"That goes for the running away and skipping school to," John added. "For those things alone your grounded for a months, unless we decide different," He sighed. I nodded, a month wasn't bad at all. I deserved way more than that.
"And that, that needs to be looked into Dean," Mary said looking at my wrist.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"That's self harm, Dean," Mary explained softly.
I scoffed. "No its not."
"You did it to yourself.. its self harm," John agreed. I gulped, that's not what I expected at all.
"I've never done anything worse than this I swear," I said a little panicked.
"But you do it and you do It a lot, I'm guessing," He said lifting my wrist to look at it again.
"Not that much," I said quietly.
"Mary, take him upstairs and clean this up, I'm going to talk to see how Cas's doing," John sighed letting go of my arm. When he let go I felt empty. What now, how was I supposed to fix this, its only been ten minuets and the only thing I can think of is how much I want a drink.
Mary placed a hand on my shoulders and led me upstairs to the bathroom. This was strangely familiar, her fixing me up again. I still a had some faded scars of when I bashed my hand against the stone table in the park all those months ago. Now I'm in the middle of a whole new break down.
Next chapter we have John's chat with Cas and then Sammy comes home, we may even get to hear more about the Micheal situation.
