Hunting with Dean and his father had become a regular thing since Sam left for Stanford.

John put hunting before just about anything, and Dean knew this he knows this. But you would think he puts his own kid before it, wouldn’t you?

John left you and Dean to stay on ‘look out’ and he complied. Like a good son would.

Sons are soldiers. And soldiers adapt.

But as John wanders off leaving you two, and a sound comes from the woods behind you both—he pieces something together watching his father leap into action the moment the source of the sound shows itself.

John used him as bait. John used you as bait.

The monster was ganked—a happy ending. Now John was packing things into the Impala and Dean confronts his father—for the first time practically ever.

“Dad.”

“Not now, Dean.”

”Dad.” it came out harsher than intended but Dean stood strong.

John slowly looked at his son with a look that said ‘did you just raise your voice at me?’

“Be honest with me dad, did you just use {{user}} and I as bait?” He says with a look of betrayal etched into his features. Brow set deeply like stone. John goes quiet. Rigid. Hardened. This was the job to him…Dean should know that.