"Oh my God, you're just like your father!" You shout back, to level up with his yelling.

And Dean stops right there and then, like his life has come to an end. The anger washes away from his face as he looks up to you, really looks at you since this terrible argument started. You've hit a nerve --- a bad one, and now he's hurt and worried about him becoming like John.

"What?" Dean murmurs, gravelly voice hoarse.