We didn't plan on getting arrested and I really didn't expect dad to be the person to come bail me out. I used my one phone call to pastor Jim who had been pissed but relatively calm. So I wasn't prepared for the shit storm that was my dad. He looms over me as the guard calls my name but he doesn't say anything until we get to the truck. Nope he stays stoically silently as he signs the papers and nods and replies in all the right places, but I can tell he's seething, I can see it in his eyes just below the surface. My first indicator that his anger was barley contained was the way he led me to the truck. You know that pressure point between your neck and your shoulder his hand kept pinching it each time getting a little harder.

"Listen dad-"

He glares at me, "No, you listen little boy I don't know what the hell you thought you were doing but unless you're about to start explaining I don't want to hear it." He growls

"But Dad-"

"Enough Sam!" he orders, "How could you be so stupid. You stay sharp don't let yourself be in a compromising position. Just because some skirt comes prancing around doesn't mean you let your guard down."

"It's not like Dean never pulled this crap when he was my age. How many times did you catch him with his pants down or drunk off his ass?" I'm pushing him and I can tell he's close to loosing it.

"Leave your brother out of this!" Dad roars his face turning red. "He's paid his dues and he acts like an adult which is more than could be said for you. You don't think I know what this is about. You're throwing a tantrum because you didn't get your way and because you got your feelings hurt when we didn't come to your ceremony."

"It's not about that dad-"

"Bullshit it's not. Now you listen and you listen good; It's time for you to put on your big boy pants and start pulling your weight on hunts, now that school's out of the way there's nothing to get in the way." Too bad dad didn't know about Stanford, "SAM!" dad pulls me from my own thoughts, "Get your head out of your ass son, I'm talking to you. I can't believe you'd pull this shit when we're guests with Jim. He's been worried sick about you-"

I run a weary hand through my hair and sigh, "Dad this is the first time that anything like this has ever happened-"

"Somehow I have a feeling that this is just the first time you've gotten caught." Okay so there was some truth in that, every once and a while Dean would let me have a beer. But I never got more than buzzed.

"Damn dad, normal kids get in trouble like this all the time." I argue. Leaning my head against the window, I'm not feeling so good all of the sudden. I pinch the bridge of my nose fighting off the building headache.

"And what part of our life is normal, huh? You know what's out there and you know damn well what happens when you aren't 100%. This is what I was talking about being focused."

I swallow hard and tentatively look at dad, "Dad?"

"STOP interrupting me!" he orders the veins in his neck bulging. I snap my mouth closed and swallow again trying to keep my mouth from filling with bitter saliva. And my stomach is really beginning to churn. I close my eyes because everything is spinning around just adding to my need to puke. "I … I think I'm gonna be sick." I mumble, looking down at the floor board. Dad slows the truck and pulls it over on the shoulder I stumble out just in time to throw up all the cake and beer I ate at the party.

Dad shakes his head in disgust. "Not so fun now is it?" he's smirking at me like a smug son of a bitch as I spit stringy bile on the ground. I heave again and I feel dad's calloused hand on the back of my neck giving a gentle squeeze then he softly rubs my back. His anger momentarily forgotten as what's left of his paternal instinct takes over. Once my stomach stops trying to purge I brush my hair out of my face now sweaty and damp with exertion.

"First order of business in the AM you gonna get a haircut." And the moment is over. I stand up straight and take a deep breath. My hair? Really, at a time like this?

I groan, "Dad, can we just drop this till the sun is up. I don't feel good and my head is pounding-"

"Quit being a candy ass and get in the truck, I would like to get a couple of hours of sleep tonight." Dad grumbles. The rest of the ride to pastor Jim's was silent dad too pissed to talk and I just feel too sick. I shuffle through the door past Jim with mumbled apologies and head up to the room Dean and I always have and probably always will share. I stumble past Dean 's bed where he's sound asleep, he turns toward me as I flop on my bed, but doesn't wake and I follow suit, asleep, before dad stomps up to bed.

"SAM!" dad's gruff voice drags me from sleep. I groan I thought I had a headache last night but now I am almost positive my head is going to explode. "Get up…" when I make no effort to do so, I feel dad begin tipping the mattress I land on the floor with a thud that takes my hangover up a couple notches. "Get your ass in gear son; it's time to get up."

"The sun's not even up yet dad." I whine as I sit up.

"Not my problem, I'm not the one who decided to get picked up by the police last night." huffs dad, "I want you in the bathroom in three." He instructs as he stomps out of the room. I pull myself up and trudge to the spare bathroom. I find dad waiting with the electric trimmers, he makes quick work of shaving my head and by then Dean is up and moving around, with his usual morning vigor. Until he has his first cup of coffee he sort of just stumbles around and grunts at everyone. Dean is currently waiting to take a piss while dad finishes up with my hair. I can hear Jim downstairs making breakfast. Dad's still ranting and raving about some hunt bullshit, when I snap. "Damn dad I get it okay. I get it."

"What did you just say?" he growls. "Clearly you don't get it, this is serious Sam we're dealing with people's lives here." He bellows his face turning red.

"I know you won't let me forget-"

"Sam." Dean warns placing a restraining hand on my shoulder. "Reign it in."

"Damn straight I won't let you forget this is our job-"

I scoff and before I can help myself it all comes out, "This is your job I didn't choose this."

"You think I choose this, that this is what I wanted for you boys, the life choose us and we went with it." he shakes his head.

"Do you even remember what you're fighting or has the need for revenge just taken over? When was the last time you stayed home from a hunt because one of us was sick or hurt, when was the last time either of us had an injury that wasn't hunt related." We all sit in the early morning sunlight that's shining through the window as my words sink in.

Dad's face turns stern and he points to the door, "Get out of my face. I think three miles is plenty of time for you to reflect on your new found outlook on life as a grown up. One day out of high school and you have it all figured out, I wish I had been that smart at eighteen." He sneers and waits for me to move.

I weigh my options and decide that it would probably be best if I was out of sight and mind for a little while so I exit the bathroom pull on my sneakers and follow dads wishes without complaint because I know when I need to stop pushing and now is one of those times dad's rage is just below the surface so close to boiling over and burning anyone and everyone. And anyone that has ever met John Winchester knows, don't poke the sleeping bear.