A 15 Year Ago Mistake

Chapter 2

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get my mind around the fact that Dean was my dad. I also couldn't sleep due to my mum shouting at Dean, he wanted to explain everything to her, I got told to go to my room and Sam came into my room and we 'watched' a film, but really we were both just thinking. I heard my mum quiet down and Dean's deep voice was filling the air as he tried to calm her down. I couldn't stop my legs from moving as I waked downstairs and to where Dean was, once again, holding my mother as she cried, he let go of her and walked over to me. I punched him in the face a couple times before breaking down in a mess on the floor. "Why?" Was all I managed to muster as I cried my eyes out.

"Dylan, I, we were young, I was scared, I didn't want to be like my own father, be the same as him, I thought is was best to just up and leave." He explained.

"All I've ever wanted was my dad! Mom even had to tell me you died! I had to go behind her back to try and find out one thing about you, all I found was a shirt of yours! Why did you have to put us through this?" I screamed.

"Dylan. If I stayed you would be running from your life 24/7, living on the road, I would become my father, I would have to train you to hunt, like me and Sam do, I couldn't put you both through the pain of that." He said, tears falling down his face.

"Dean, we needed you, Dylan found the shotgun you left in my wardrobe when he was 2 years old. I had to lie to him to explain why I had a gun in my wardrobe, I couldn't exactly say, oh yeah demons exist and want to kill us. He would've had nightmares for ages. We needed you, even if that meant living on the road, but you never came back, so maybe you have become your dad, he left you in charge of Sam, you raised the kid, you knew more about parenting than I did, I had to figure the whole thing out by myself." She said walking up to me and kissing my forehead.

"You keep speaking in past tense, but you still need me, your still in-"

"We haven't had your help for 15 years, we don't need it now. Just go." These were my mother's last words.

"But-"

"FOR FUCK SAKE DEAN, YOU HEARD HER LEAVE!" I shouted. He smiled sadly before saying 'goodbye' and walking out the door leaving us there, my mother still crying.

//DEAN'S POV\\

"FOR FUCKS SAKE DEAN, YOU HEARD HER, LEAVE!" Dylan shouted, I now understand his attitude, he got it from me. I smiled sadly at them, mumbling a "Goodbye" before walking out the door to my impala and driving off to our motel where Sam was waiting.

I walked in the door to our motel and laid on the bed. "How'd it go?" He asked, tears fell down my face.

"I never should've left them 15 years ago." I said into my hands.

"They will understand. They are probably just overwhelmed." He tried comforting me.

"I need a drink." I mumbled. Sam chucked me the bottle of whiskey next to him. I downed the whole bottle. "More, now." I demanded, he kept throwing me the bottles when I demanded for more until we had none left.

"What you gonna do about it now then?" He asked.

"What can I do?" I said. "I ain't drunk enough." I sighed.

"Yes, Dean, you are." Sam said giving me a glass of water, I groaned before downing it.

"Are you seriously just going to give up because they told you to get out their house?" He asked.

"Yup. Just going to sit here and think and drink and go get me a pie?" I asked. He rolled his eyes before grabbing my keys and walking out the motel room. I got my phone out my pocket, scrolling down I found Lisa's number, I went to call it before she called me anyway.