[h2] 1.5 years later [/h2]

John pulled the Impala to the side of the road, near a bridge and caused Dean to jolt forward with a groan.  

“What the hell do you mean you want to leave?!”, he screamed as he shut the car off, opening his door to get out.  Dean panicked, stepping out of the Impala to try and intercept his dad before he could reach Sam.  He grabbed John the second he stepped out and started for the backseat door.

“Dad that’s enough!  We can talk about this!  As a family.  We can talk about all of it, but you’re not touching him.”, Dean screamed, echoing through the empty darkness.  John shrugged his arm off, raising a fist as if to punch Dean, “Do it, if it’ll make you feel better.  But we’re going to talk about this…”

“If he wants to go to college, he can find one…while working.  He doesn’t get to run away.  That’s never been an option.  This is the life.  The job is HIS life.”, John screamed back, his rational brain obviously shut off by Sam’s request to be dropped off, for good, “And you…I don’t want to hear from you about how much this family means to you, after you specifically went against what I asked you to do with that girl.  She poisoned your mind! “

Dean sighed, knowing that the attack was going to be on one of them or the other.  He would rather it be him, than Sam.