I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

God's Instrument

"I said get back in the damn car," John ordered, his voice rising with increasing anger.

"And I said no!" Sam shouted, moving to take a step towards his father. In a flash, Dean was between them, his hand placed on Sam's chest and pushing him back.

"OK you made your point tough guy," he growled out, glaring at his father and younger brother. "Look we're all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on." He flashed Sam a meaningful look and gave him one last shove in the direction of the Impala.

Sam held his father's stare for another few seconds and then turned away, eyes focused on the ground and fists curling and uncurling in rage. "This is why I left in the first place," he grumbled.

My eyes snapped open. I had heard very little of why Sam had left the family and gone to college. Frankly, I thought it wasn't any of my business. I knew Sam and his father had gotten into an argument, but I never knew the extent of it.

My eyes shifted to John, who looked stricken and utterly appalled. His eyes narrowed quickly and he ground his teeth together. "What'd you say?"

Oh fuck.

Sam spun on his heels and snarled at his father. If looks could kill, John would have been in pieces. "You heard me," he snapped.

"Yeah," said John as he took a few long strides towards Sam. "You left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam," he spoke, his words dripping with hurt and pent-up anger. "You walked away!"

I winced at Dean's pitiful attempts to separate the both of them, his words being drowned out by their argument. We didn't have time for this - there was a case at hand, and if we didn't hurry up, those vamps might attack more people.

"You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door, not me!" Sam retorted, taking a step closer to his father, "You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!"

John lunged forward and reached for Sam's shirt. In a flash, I dove between them and reflexively pushed them apart, my strength sending them backward and sprawled across the road. "That's enough!" I shouted, fists clenched and shaking in fury. "Both of you, get back to your cars. We'll discuss this civilly after I get some food and sleep." I growled out, casting glares between the two men. "I refuse to put up with your petty bullshit when there are lives on the line. You can sort out your feelings later."

The two men fell silent, glaring heatedly at each other, and looking as though they still had spiteful words they wanted to share. "Get in your cars now," I hissed out, tone low and threatening. I turned my head to glare down at John, whose eyes held an air of disobedience that drew a shiver of anger down my spine. "Go," I snarled.

I held John's glare for a few moments until he finally stood. He brushed off his clothes and cast me one last suspicious look before turning back towards his truck without a word. I wheeled slowly on Sam, who was being pulled to his feet by his brother.

"I don't care what kind of argument you and your dad had in the past," I said coldly. "Now is not the time to be discussing it. Get your shit together so we can solve this case," I spat and turned on my heels, storming back to my truck.

The truck groaned softly as I changed gears and followed John down the highway, the brothers not far behind me. I tapped my fingers loudly against the side of the wheel in irritation, deep in thought. I couldn't help but wonder why Sam felt that now was the time to act out. Sure, I could understand it - even I disliked the fact that John thought he could immediately take over and that anyone would follow him without question.

It seemed to me that John was borderline narcissistic, although clearly unintentionally. He cared a lot for his sons, that much was clear, but he had a funny way of showing it. Treating your companions as soldiers was never the way to garner respect.