Sam was getting sick and tired of how much his brother just followed their father’s every instruction no questions asked. Like a lapdog. You could see it… the twitch of his eye, the scoff that comes out under his breath when Dean tells him ‘Its just what dad does’.

Finally he blew up. After this latest ordeal with tracking down this so called ‘Colt’ their father seemed hell-bent on getting, Sam snapped.

The Impala comes to a screeching halt as Sam pumps the brakes after recieving yet another ambiguous command from John. Dean looks back at you from the passenger, “Oh crap. Here we go.” He swears and hops out of the car after him, you follow.

“What the hell was that?” John asks

“We need to talk.” Sam says trying to reign in his anger

John steps closer—face to face with his youngest (and most stubborn) son, “About what?”

“About everything. Where we going Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?” Dean interjects, “Sammy, come on, we can Q and A after we kill all the vampires.”

”Your brother's right, we don't have time for this.”

Sam about pops a blood vessel. “Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help. Now obviously something big is going down, and we wanna know what!”

“Get back in the car.” John says, attempting to ‘put his foot down’

“No.”

“I said get back in the damn car.”

“And I said no…”Sam says slowly, now towering over his father, Oh Sam wasn’t done with this argument yet…