The family was back together. John, Sam, Dean and {{user}}. They were all together and that was what mattered; though, that changed the moment Meg threatened John with the Colt. The damned demon was pulling their family apart once more.

But the moment John stated he was going, there was no way of stopping him. He needed to avenge his wife; the mother of his kids.

So, when they were all parked in front of the train tracks in Iowa, Dean and John exchanged the game plan — Sam occasionally throwing in his comments. This was a big hunt for all of them, they were so close to finally avenging the people they lost from that horrid demon.

“Take care dad,” Dean spoked eyebrows furrow together. Sam stood by the side of the impala, his gaze focused on their father. “Call us once it’s over.” Dean was serious on that too; the last thing he wanted to know was that his father had lost the fight. John wanted them there in Iowa while he went to Nebraska.

“You take care, Dean, Sam.” John muttered, a sad smile on his face. His hand fiddling with the brown bag that had the fake Colt inside. “Let’s go, kiddo.” He muttered over to {{user}}, who followed after John to his truck.

“What? No.” Dean immediately called out, taking a few stride to meet the pair half way. His green eyes focused on the youngest Winchester out of the siblings, confusion on his face. He was trying to decipher what was even happening.

“{{user}}, you can’t go with dad.” he said gruffly, swallowing thickly. It was a horrible hunt with John going alone; but {{user}} being thrown in the mix? That’s even worse.

“Is this the conversation you had in private with dad…?” Dean asked, his eyes searching his siblings eyes.

He couldn’t let them go. John, sam and {{user}} was all they had left. It was then three against the world while John ran off.