A/N: Basically, this chapter is John being a drunken ass. Sorta angsty. Well, I say sorta...
Three weeks. John finally returned to his sons three weeks after he had left them with Castiel in room 305 of the dingy motel they were staying in.
From the moment he stepped in, Dean could tell his dad was drunk. He had done his job, ganked the vamps, and then he had gone to a bar and gotten wasted. It was a regular occurrence, and Dean hated it. He hated it when his father came home with alcohol flooding through his system.
'Dean? Sam?' John called out for his sons as he unlocked the door to the hotel room. He had done his job, and then he had celebrated with a well-earned drink. 'Dean!'
The door slammed shut behind him and the end of a gun was being poked into his back. 'Turn around, nice and slow.' He recognised his son's voice, speaking to him.
'Son, if I was a demon, I wouldn't have gotten past the Devil's Trap under the doormat.'
'How do I know you're not something else? You know the drill, dad.'
'Dean, I'm telling you. Stop pointing the gun at me.' His voice was low, and dangerous.
'Yes, Sir.' The pressure at his back was gone and he spun around to see Dean standing in front of the scruffy-haired angel. Sam was not with them.
'Where's your brother, Dean?'
'I'm here, dad,' came a voice from underneath one of the beds. Sam crawled out from underneath it moments later, and cautiously approached his father.
John looked around. He spotted the bags of food on the kitchen table, and walked towards them. 'How did you get all of this?'
Dean and the angel shared stricken looks before Sam answered. 'Dean and Cas took it in turns to go get them.'
John moved forward, advancing on Dean. 'You left your brother alone?'
'No, Cas was with him, he was fine,' insisted Dean.
'We still don't know if we can trust him.'
'We can,' demanded Dean. 'He's a good angel.'
John looked livid. 'Are you answering back, boy?'
'No sir,' said Dean lowly as he looked at the floor.
'What was that? I didn't hear you.'
'No sir.' Dean spoke again, this time slightly louder.
Looking down, John noticed that the angel's hand rested firmly in Dean's. 'Angel,' he said, gaze locked on the other boy. 'Go outside for a minute, I need to talk with my sons.'
Cas didn't like the way John said talk. He turned to look at Dean, and the other was looking down at his feet. Cas could tell he was scared of something.
'Dean, will you be okay?' he asked.
Dean nodded and sniffled quietly. Castiel let go of his hand reluctantly and went to the door before pulling it open and stepping out into the cold night air.
He stood guard outside the door for a second before turning back and re-entering the room.
'No.'
A/N: So I'll leave it here for now. I shall endeavour to update as much as possible, though I am currently revising for mock exams and then also the actual exams. School is difficult, guys.
Anyway, let me know what you think, and thank you all for reading so far and sticking with me even though I rarely update :)