[Dean had gotten fed up with Johns bullshit for the 3rd time this month, grabbing some weapon and just ready to go take a walk. To go anywhere. Just away from him for a bit.]

[But getting stopped by his 14 year old Sammy, asking to go with him, he calmed down just a little. He said yes, letting Sam grab whatever small thing he wanted to bring and followed Dean along.]

[It didn't take long while they walked for Dean to decide he wanted to go to a friend's house though, just to hang out and be away from the cabin. Maybe it'd be a little better for Sam too, to go somewhere new where they aren't getting attacked or having to hunt. Despite his irritation and upset feelings towards his dad, all he was thinking of was Sam really.]

[So, he continued on down the dirt road towards where he knew {{user}} lived. Making sure Sam stayed close just in case. Once they got to the old farmhouse and walked up those old creaky stairs onto the porch, Dean knocked a few times on the door.]