Okay so here is the John showdown and let's just say Dean gets to yell at him for all he's done to him! Oh and for all of you that were wondering if this was still going to be hurt!Dean don't you worry! Yes, John is after Sam now but he won't be able to get to Sam without having to face Dean first! Dean would do anything to make sure Sammy doesn't get hurt, even if he gets hurt himself. So yes, there is hurt!Dean in this chapter, poor Dean just never gets a break! Let me know what you think and thanks for all of your support in this story! I think I will have quite a bit more I can write in this story so for all of you that don't want it to end, you might be in luck! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!!

Dean was just carrying the last of their bags into the motel they were staying in and shut the door. He looked at the room and was immediately filled with horrible memories from his past. Jumping from motel room from motel room, getting beaten nearly every day by his psychopath of a father. He refused to even cringe though at the memory because that's all it was now, just a memory. He focused on only the good things in his past which simply was just Sammy. He knew the only reason he had gotten over his past and was able to move on with his future was because of his baby brother.

He threw his bag on the bed and tossed Sam's and Jess's onto theirs. Sam was on the phone ordering a pizza and Jess went to unpack her stuff. Dean decided it would be a good time to hit the shower while they were both busy.

He walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt and glasses and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up before getting in. He was still impatiently waiting for the water to even become warm enough to be bearable when he heard pounding on the door.

"Sammy who's there?" Dean asked. They had discussed the possibilities of John being here and being the one that killed Sandy and Dean was determined not to let him lay a finger on any of them.

He was answered by more banging and Jess's scream of fear. Den didn't waste any more time as he quickly put his glasses on and ran out of the bathroom.

Sam was standing by the door, a shotgun in hand. Jess was standing further away also with a gun. Then suddenly the pounding stopped. Sam turned to Dean and motioned to check one of the windows while he checked the other. The brothers each went to a window and peered out while Jess wandered closer to the door.

Dean didn't see a sign of John and was about to tell Sam when suddenly the door opened and a loud thud was heard from the front of the room.

John was now standing in the doorway, a pistol in his hand and Jess sprawled out on the floor at his feet, unconscious.

"Jess!" Sam screamed and moved toward her but John pointed his gun at Sam.

"Didn't realize I could pick-lock the door? I just knocked her out so don't cry about it. You're the only one that I'm here for demon child. It ends tonight." He said, his eyes flashing with anger and craziness.

"What the hell are you talking about? I thought I was the one that is the 'demon child'." Dean spat

John spun around to face Dean but kept his gun pointed at Sam. Shocked didn't even describe his facial expression. It was like he couldn't believe that Dean was talking back to him.

"Don't interfere or I'll beat you. You remember what that feels like don't you? You remember person after person lining up to punch you to get their anger out? Oh what a great source of money that was. That's all you were ever good for was money and just because I'm not here to kill you doesn't mean I won't stop to do it. You remember when they'd…."

"SHUT UP!" Dean screamed, getting closer to the man he hated so much, just inches away from punching him in the face.

"What is it? Can't handle your past? You're worthless, were then and still are now. You will never amount to…." John couldn't finish when he was punched right in the jaw with Dean's fist.

"I didn't deserve it; I didn't deserve any of it!" Dean yelled into his father face, his voice displaying only anger and confidence.

"Yes you did. You're pathetic." John said turning back to Dean.

"No I'm not. You know the only reason I dropped out of high school is because you never let me do my homework. You dragged me along on all the hunts. I could have even continued school if I didn't have so many bruises and scars on my body, the teachers were asking questions! And you know what now?? I got my GED and I aced it! If I was just given the time to study I could have gotten straight A's in high school! I'm going to college, I have a girlfriend and I have a life! You ruined my childhood and I hate you for it! But I moved on and I found out that I am worth it and that people love me, they want me around. Everything was your fault, not mine!" Dean's chest was rising up and down quickly and he was panting but he finally got it out, after all these years.

"If you hate me so much and if it's all my fault then why don't you just kill me?" John taunted.

"Because I'm not like you. I don't kill people, even if they ruined my life and no matter how much I hate them." Dean growled

"Fine, then you will watch as I kill your demon brother." John simply stated and went to pull the trigger when Dean jumped in front of him.

"You're willing to sacrifice yourself for him? What does he mean to you?" John was getting irritated now.

"He means the world to me. He's the whole reason I'm alive, the whole reason I am who I am now. And he's not a demon! He can walk through traps and recite exorcisms!"

"He has demon blood in him, so he's demon enough." John shrugged

"You're insane, you know that?? First it was me with the blood now it's him? What would make you change your mind after so long of believing it was me?" Dean said from his position in front of a silent, shocked Sam.

"The demon told me, he put some drops of his blood into him when Mary died. And tell me Sam." He spat the word like it was poison. "Have you been experiencing anything out of the ordinary? Any strange powers or abilities you quite can't understand. Telekinesis, mind reading, visions??"

"Oh my god…" Sam whispered from behind Dean "He's right…"

"You see! He does have the blood in him! Now let me shoot him!" John scowled but Dean was shaking his head violently

"So what?? Who cares if a demon put its blood into Sam? He's still my baby brother and he's the nicest guy I know! Sam is the furthest thing from a demon and if you would actually take the time to think you would realize that too!" He yelled

"He had evil blood running through his veins." John kept going

"And he also has human blood running through his veins too! He has a lot more human blood then just a couple drops of demon blood! And it doesn't matter if he has evil blood in him! Sammy is nowhere near evil and just because he has some powers does not make him evil. He can use them for good or just simply not use them at all! The blood doesn't define who he is just like my past doesn't define who I am!" Dean screamed at him

John sighed. He was really getting sick of this and he knew there was no way he was going to get Dean to move from his spot in front of Sam. Oh well, then he'd make him fall.

John thought quickly, Dean sure looked stronger then he ever remembered him being. He actually wasn't skinny for once and even looked like he might have some muscle going on there. And he was definitely more confident in himself; this was not the Dean he knew. But still, no matter how much Dean changed there were still some things about him that never would, including the fact that he has a bad left leg.

John didn't need two eyes to aim quickly at Dean's right kneecap-the good knee. He shot without a second thought and laughed when Dean fell the floor and when Sam cried out in horror, falling also to try to comfort his big brother.

Now Dean had two bad legs, there was no way he was going to be able to stand up, thus there was no way the cripple could protect Sam now. Now he could have his fun beating Sam while Dean had to sit there bleeding and in pain, watching Sam die.

The pizza man was about to knock on the slightly opened door of the motel room when he heard a gunshot. Shocked and also frightened he peered through the opening of the door and saw two young men on the ground, one of them bleeding. Hey….he knew those people! They were the ones on the news a while back that were from Stanford. That crazy father of theirs had tried to kill them or something….And then he looked at the third man in the room and his face paled when he saw who it was.

It was the psycho father! He heard that he had escaped from jail and now he was going to try to kill them again. He pulled out his phone and dialed 911; quickly whispering his location and that there was an emergency. He just prayed the cops would show up soon.

But then he saw the psychopath raise his gun to his sons.