“Oh really?!”, John screamed back at Sam, stepping toward him.  He had tears in his eyes, the disappointment palpable as he moved.  Dean placed a hand on his Dad’s shoulder, a little more firm this time.  But John didn’t stop, “You know?  I’ve always tried to take care of you.  I’ve tried, Sam.  You never knew your mother, and I was aware of that.  I was aware that none of this meant as much to you as it did to us…but walking out on your family for YOURSELF!  You disappoint me boy…”

“Alright, enough!  Sam…get in the car.  You’re not going anywhere.  This is ridiculous.”, Dean chimed in, shoving John roughly toward the car.  As John recovered from the shove, Dean pointed a finger at Sam, “I’m trying to back you up, here.  But don’t do this.  This is a bridge you don’t want to burn…and I’ve lost enough, man.”

“This isn’t about you!”, John screamed, walking swiftly to Sam and grabbing both sides of his jacket, pulling his face close as he spoke, “Go, if you want.  I’m done with you.  But if you leave, now…don’t you EVER come back!”

“Dad…”, Dean muttered, his voice catching in his throat, childish fear creeping back up into his mind, “Dad, don’t do this…Sam.  Tell him.  Tell him you’ll stay, man.”