The hunter from Uni.

We are so screwed.

Dean was pacing in the motel room while he was holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out, while me and Sam sat on the beds. Though Sam was having a sook about what had happened.
"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it." He frustratedly told to the phone before hanging up when he got no response. "Somethings wrong."
Sam didn't say anything and decided the wall needed a long look at his bitchface.
"You hear me? Somethings wrong." He repeated causing Sam to speak.
"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this."
"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life." Dean pointed out.
"You don't know that." Sam stated making Dean walk towards us.
"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?" He asked causing Sam to stand up.
"Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am."
"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around." He told making Sam more mad.
"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about."
"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."
"What?"
"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself kill then I hope we never find the damn thing." Dean admitted.
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom."
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."
After Dean said that sam totally lost it. He grabbed Dean and shoved him hard against the wall, making me grab my head as reflex.
"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that." Sam spat in anger making me get mad.
"Knock it off!" I exclaimed making the room slightly shake at my anger. "I hate the fact I have to get angry for you lot to shut up. You think I like knowing if I'm truely mad I can move cars, or make our rooms shake?! Cause I don't! I hate being psychic cause I feel like I'm invading peoples personal inner thoughts that no one should hear and know, but I'm stuck with this life! And I will not let you two argue about sacrificing yourself so this demon can be killed, when you know full well that I wasn't truely happy before you came into my life. So, SHUT IT!"
"Sam look. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad..." Dean quietly told before having to stop himself.
"Dad." Sam sadly repeated before he let him go and turned away.
He walked across the room while me and Dean stayed frozen to our spots, and I could see Sam had tears in his eyes.
"He should have called by now. Try him again." Sam pointed out making Dean raise his phone again.

(Third p.o.v)

In and unknown location, Johns phone sat on a bench and began to ring once again. Meg wandered over and picked it up to see who was calling. When she looked at the screen, she began to smile to herself before she answered it.
"You boys really screwed up this time." She told making Dean become angry at her voice.
"Where is he?"
"You're never going to see your father again." She told as the smile never moved from her face.

...TO BE CONTINUED...