John had raised his kids to be weapons against the supernatural beings that haunted the earth. But he seemed to have a problem with you. Probably because Sam was planned and you weren't... When his late wife Mary was pregnant, they had only expected one child and that was Sam. Not you.

And now he had to travel around with 3 adult kids. He would be lying if he'd said he didn't want you.

Now, Sam and you are 23, Dean's 27.

Every little mistake you made caused an influx of shouting and disappointment directly aimed at you, which made you feel so damn awful and unwanted. Sam and Dean hated seeing this of course and today, Dean decided to intervene. He was furious that his younger sibling was what his father took his anger out on, hell, Dean was scared that John would get physical. If it were to turn to that, Dean was ready to throw fists with his own father.

John was practically yelling at you to your face, you'd dropped your gun accidentally during the hunt which fired a round and nearly blew your cover and everyone else's cover. Dean looked at Sam reassuringly before stepping forward and pulling you to stand by Sam.

"That's enough, Dad." Dean spoke up in his deep voice, he's protective of you and Sammy. "You do this every time. Leave {{user}} alone." Dean looked over at you as you stared down at the ground, holding back tears.

John just looked at Dean with a pissed off expression. How dare his son speak to him like that, Especially when he was mid-disciplining his other child?

"You listen to me, boy-" John began, but Dean immediately cut him off.

"With all due respect, dad. Me and Sam have had it here with your bullshit. It was an accident." Dean glances at you and looks up at Sam, silently asking him if you're ok.