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        “Wow you want to get away from me that bad huh?” He’s tired of this already and can’t even imagine getting into the impala. “Whatever dad’s after is bad. Bad enough that he turned off all his phones and hasn’t checked in for going on two weeks. He sent me the coordinates where that voice came from but you’re right. I can do it on my own. I don’t need this.” He shuts the trunk and stuffs all the hurt as far down into his gut as it would go. Hunters don’t get where they are by talking about their feelings. You drink. You kill any evil son of a bitch that comes your way and that’s it. “This was a bad idea.” He’s shaking his head and walking to the drivers side of the impala to take out her bag. 

           He missed her. He missed how they used to be. Being here with her now and having Sam react the way she is- it reminds him of what he can never get back. What she walked out on. Abandoned. They said they would always be there for each other but it was a big fucking lie. And now she doesn’t even want to be family by the sound of it. Fine.

Oddly enough it wasn’t the fact that she was with someone that was upsetting him. He got over that jealous hump the moment he slid in bed with some other girl that looked a bit too much like Sam. What they had is over, done, and it never should have started up in the first place. Dean took advantage of Sam in a way that a brother never should. He doesn’t plan on doing so again. She has a man in her life that could keep her happy and maybe even keep her safe. That was okay by him. 

What he doesn’t like is this affinity she suddenly has for dissing Dad at every turn. He had forgotten what it was like to be on both sides and now he’s thrust right back in the middle. Even with dad gone. Dad does what’s best for them and always has. Dad does what he does to keep them safe and he doesn’t know any different. If something so terrible happened to one of them they’d do the exact same thing- Dean knows he would. 

‘And yeah, I don’t just up and abandon people without a word.’ he hears that and sneers, muttering ‘could have fooled me’ behind her back before turning around and walking out to the impala. 

His baby is the only woman in the world for him and he’s just fine with that. After a few minutes of rummaging in the trunk he extracts a tape recorder just as Sam quips off whatever bitchy phrase comes out of her mouth. Dean’s just stopped listening. Instead he thrusts the recorder at her and takes her bag from her to shove in the backseat. “EVP. Hear what it says?” 

she hears what he mutters, but sharply bites her tongue. thrusting the recorder in her face is the only thing that stops her from defending herself,         a smart idea on his behalf, intentional or not. thumb presses play button accordingly on slowed setting and she hovers speaker against ear, listening beneath their father’s message to dean ( her name isn’t even mentioned, surprise ). ❛ it’s a woman, ❜ but how can an evp warning him to be careful indicate their father is dead? ❛ she’s saying, i can never go home. ❜ the meaning, is cryptic, and could refer to many things ; but she’s guessing dean thinks the worst. ❛  it’s probably just a ghost. i mean, if dad was going after something life threatening, why did he go alone? why wouldn’t he bring you? ❜ raising a brow, she hands recorder back to him. ❛ you seriously need me to what? salt and burn her bones? ❜ slender arms cross over chest, visage cants. her voice is calm, but her facial expression betrays her.  dean doesn’t need her help and her father doesn’t either.

Dean didn’t care that she was a girl and didn’t treat her like she was any sort of doll a day in his life. She had to hit just as hard as he did. She had to fight harder because she didn’t have a dick and men are stupid. She was already smart so he had nothing to do with that but as for the rest? He trained her. He raised her. It was him not Dad and so it was him that she walked out on. And that’s fine- whatever- but he isn’t going to start talking about it now. 

There is no life in his eyes as he listens to her talk. He doesn’t want to hear it but he doesn’t interrupt. “Yeah. Whatever.” and never once has he ever treated her like she didn’t matter until this moment. She was special because she was different, because she was a girl and because she was the last thing he had of mom, Sam was better then Dean and John put together. Or at least that’s how he treated her ( when she wasn’t being a bitch ) but now? She might as well be one of those girls he leaves heartbroken in every town. 

“Need to check in with Javier before we go or what?” 

opposition plainly glistening in her glance, she swipes beer from island, pointing bottle neck in his direction. ❛ his name’s jesse. ❜ and whether or not dean likes it, he’s an important part of her life now. he matters to her, and she loves him. her brother should be happy for her,          not bitter about it. he probably has eighty girlfriends in fifty different states, and sam would endearingly encourage, whatever makes you happy ( manwhore ).  ❛ and yeah, i don’t just up and abandon people without a word, you know? i’ll meet you outside after i pack some things. just know that i have to be back by monday. ❜ she finishes her beer, and tosses it in the trash with a clink as she passes, leaving the room before he could bother asking why.

Dean licks his lips, tries not to take her words to heart because she doesn’t mean it. She’s angry for some reason and knows the small things that drive Dean batty. When the bottle is handed to him he doesn’t drink it, just puts it down on the island instead. They aren’t going to sit around and drink and talk about how bad John Winchester was at being a father. He doesn’t have those sorts of conversations and he won’t hear it. Not anymore. Not when Dad could be dead. 

With Sam acting like this Dad is the last person he has in this wide wicked world.

“Because he’s your father and he’s gone.” How does she not get the urgency of this? He’s here. “Look, do you think I’d come here if I didn’t think there was really trouble?” But that’s as much of ‘talking into’ as you’re gonna get. If she doesn’t want to help her own blood then fine. Maybe he was wrong for thinking she’d give a shit. 

Dean remembers the day she left. He remembers being the first one to get a letter for Sam and seeing that it was from a college he hadn’t even known she applied to. You get a full ride– and his heart had sunk. She was leaving and he was stuck with their father. It’d be a lot quieter without her around but she was the only thing that was really keeping him sane. After she left? He took a lot of jobs that he probably shouldn’t have. They’d been dangerous. And now she’s giving HIM grief?  He was pissed off. Angry. You’re the one that left Sam, not me- but he keeps his mouth shut. 

Jesse leaves and that’s just fine by him. And I think that’s her decision- oh well fuck you too Fabio. 

“Dad’s on a hunting trip. Hasn’t been back in a few days” its the only thing he says because he doesn’t trust himself to say anything else. However, he does get his arm back from where she’d grabbed him. 

          Dean hides his anger behind a thick layer of I don’t give a shit and reminds himself that he’s here for Sam. He doesn’t need to get angry about who she’s with or the fact that college douche boy #1 looks like something out of one’a those crappy paper catalogues that hire students instead of models. “Nice shirt,” that band is crap. “Hey Jacob, you don’t mind if I have a few words alone with my sister do ya?” Again he winks, as if they’re best friends. To anyone that knows him, it is clear mockery but to someone that didn’t? Might seem genuine.

           Sam wants him to get out? Then she’s gonna have to get Ken Doll to bug off cause this is family shit and doesn’t include obnoxious jerk off boyfriends. This has nothing to do with the nickname -he tells himself- and everything to do with Dad being gone. 

lips part, vexed breath falling from them. jesse notices the shift in her expression and fills in silence for her, “ thanks,       and i think that’s probably her decision. “ of course, they’re making her choose,         loyalty to her beau, or her blood. it’s a spot she doesn’t feel comfortable being wedged in, as if things aren’t already spectacularly awkward and horribly timed. a glare given to hunter, she wants to avoid whatever he has to talk about ( because let’s face it, whatever he’s bringing to her doorstep can’t be good ; and she traded the life for a normal one. ). making her boyfriend stay, could deter dean from whatever he’s trying to rope her into, sam knows he wouldn’t talk family business in front of him ; but on the flip side, if she gave him what he wanted, maybe he would leave, peacefully. ❛ it’s alright, babe. i’ll be back to bed in a minute. ❜               and like a faithful dog, he rolls over.

Dean gets kicked right in the crotch. It hurt even more because he was the one that taught her how to do that. With his hands on his thighs, back bent, he slowly straightens up to look at the sister he hasn’t seen since she went off to college. And left him. “What the hell Dean? Yeah cause I just hit you in the groin-” he coughs and stands straight again “oh right thanks nerd I get what a doorbell is. Breaking in is more fun.” There’s a sound that comes from the hallway behind Sam and a man, tall, built, way too tan to be real comes out. Dean winks at him. 

               “Sammy, whose the hunk?” He’s sarcastic but doubts the guy will get it.  

❛ WHAT THE HELL DEAN, ❜ her fingers course through dark tresses, eyes narrowing in his direction. he had scared the ever living shit out of her, and in turn he paid for it, with a swift kick in the balls. ❛ there’s this thing. it’s called a doorbell. you press it, and it buzzes. you might wanna use it before breaking into someone’s apartment. ❜  sam flicks the light switch, room dimly illuminating around them. doe brown eyes squinting, gaze curiously sweeps over her older brother’s frame. it has been two, long years, since they’ve stood in the same room as one another. two years since they had really spoken more than five minutes over the phone,                    without a conversation ending in her hanging up on him. physically, he hasn’t changed much, still clean shaven, still adorning that old leather jacket, wolf-like grin still annoying as ever.