𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

097

Sam and I make a beeline into John's room, completely silent, but you could sense the anger rolling off us in waves.

"You're quiet." John announces. Sam spins around and throws the duffle, with the supplies Bobby gave us, with force in John's lap.

"You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What are you talking about?" I whip around and scoff at him, feeling my hands itch to punch him. Sam made me promise not to kill him, or hurt him, despite how angry he was with him. It was killing me inside.

"You think I wouldn't see the ingredients, asshole?" I near him, but Sam stretches his arm out and pushes me back a bit.

"That stuff from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon—you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some big stupid macho showdown."

"I have a plan, guys." John says calmly. I lose it, shoving Sam's arm away from me.

"A PLAN?!? You have a fucking plan to summon this demon here, when Dean is only a few doors down—dying?! What kind of father are you to care more about this damn demon than your own son!" John's face morphes to one of anger.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that! You have no damn right! You shouldn't even be here. This is my family, not yours. It's your father who is the reason why my son is comatose right now. So you don't get to raise your voice at me, and you don't get to tell me what kind of father I am!" He yells back. I only grow more angry, eyes welling with angry and frustrated tears.

"You think I wanted this to happen?! You think I wanted him to be my father? You think I wanted Dean dead?! I probably care more for that boy than you ever did. At least I'M TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO SAVE HIM!"

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." My eyes blow wide and I try charging for him but Sam quickly grabs a hold of me and yanks me back. I shove him off again and move for the corner of the room, running a hand through my hair as I try to get my breathing in order. Now it was Sam's turn to go off on him.

"How? How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession!" Sam yells at him.

"That's funny. You know what, I thought this was your obsession, too. This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be a part of this hunt! Now, if you two killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!"

"It was possessing you, dad. I would have killed you, too!"

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!" John throws back.

"Go to hell."

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake. I knew-" my head snaps up at the sound of glass breaking and I catch sight of water on the ground and pieces of a glass cup scattered around. The room falls silent and we all stare at it.

"Did one of you knock down that cup?" I ask uneasily, not looking away from the pool of water.

"No."

"No." My gaze switches to the door when I hear several squeaky shoes as nurses and doctors run down the hall.

"Something's going on out there." John states and nods for us to go ahead but I'm already halfway out the door. I push past nurses with much force and run down the hall as fast as I can. One after one, they run inside. I hear attorative commands, hurried steps, and the sound of the machine flatlining as I reach the room. Two more nurses see me entering and quickly block the way, trying to force me out the room.