"At what point, have I ever used those words?" He snaps, unable to endure the strain of sentiment. He's angry, and intends to be angry until such time that he stops being angry. Though - disgruntled though he may be - he is hardly expecting Dean's dismissal. To his credit, it appears to simply harden his current expression, rather than strike a blow at the very core of him. "Leave? You are asking me to leave?"
Dean remains silent, knowing full well those words were never spoken. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s back down. “ It’s apparent enough, ” he snaps back, throwing unadulterated anger and spite into the biting tone. Dean doesn’t need, nor want, BobbyJohn growing up in this kind of environment – with one father that doesn’t take ownership of his child.
A cracked, humorless smile breaks upon his face. “ Guess I wasn’t clear enough — BobbyJohn and I don’t need you, Castiel. ”
There’s so much protectiveness and unconditional love for BobbyJohn coursing through Dean’s veins that he’s not thinking twice about pushing his anchor away. His one instinct is to shield BobbyJohn, keep him close to Dean because Dean is more terrified of failing BobbyJohn once than losing Castiel for the umpteenth time.
“ Just leave before you fuck up even more — like you always do. ”
