𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

039

I grab a hold of the box of human skulls and put my denim jacket over it so no one can see them before catching up to the Winchester brothers. It was still chilly out from the rain so I wore one of Dean's flannels to substitute for my jacket. It was practically a dress on me but I definitely wasn't complaining, and neither was he.

"So we have a bunch of human skulls in an unmarked grave. Seems like a normal day on the job." I joke.

"Yeah, maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits, some unfinished business." Dean suggests.

"Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?" Sam asks.

"Uh, that's two questions." Dean points out. I chuckle and nod.

"Good catch." I say sarcastically.

"Hey, so with that kid back there...how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that?" Dean asks his brother.

"Just, uh, I know what the kid's going through."

"How about telling him to respect his old man. How's that for advice?"

"Oh, boy." I sigh.

"Dean, come on." Sam stops in place with a silent laugh. Dean and I stop as well.

"This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect dad. That's what this is about."

"Just forget it, alright? Sorry I brought it up." Dean grabs my upper arm, about to start forward.

"I respected him." Sam says. I hear Dean sigh quietly, dropping his hand from my arm. "But no matter what I did, it was never good enough." He adds. Dean turns back around to face him.

"So what are you saying, that dad was disappointed in you?"

"Was? Is. Always has been."

"Why would you think something like that, Sam." I frown. Was his childhood really that bad for him?

"Because, Jen. I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool because I wanted to go to school and live my life which, in our whacked out family, made me the freak." Sam explains to me. I look down sadly at the new information. I knew things weren't perfect with Sam's family considering he never talked about them much, but then again what family is?

Family is family. Don't matter how small or how dysfunctional they may be.

"Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters." Dean jokes. I elbow him in the ribs lightly. Sam didn't look amused at all.

"Dean, you know what most dads are when their kid scores a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house." Sam tells him. I raise my head to meet his gaze.

That I knew.

"I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth" Dean points. Sam scoffs, shaking his head.

I knew that too.

"You know, truth is, when we do finally find dad I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me." I can see the hurt in his eyes and I want to scream at him that it's not true but I hold back. It's not my place to butt in.

"Sam, dad was never disappointed in you. Never. He was scared." Dean tells him. Sam furrows his brows.

"What are you talking about?"