"This is why we don't get romantically involved on the job, Sam."

John grits out, his steely eyes fixed on the road. You'd been taken by a coven of vampires and Sam was beating himself up over it. He was supposed to keep you safe, no matter what, and he'd screwed it all up.

"We aren't romantically involved."

Sam snaps.

"Oh, don't use that tone with me."

John growls, jerking the car around a turn.

"You're romantically involved. I can damn well tell. I don't care if there isn't a label on it, you fucked her and you fucked up."

Sam feels his cheeks turning hot, both embarrassment and anger.

"Damn it, Dad! You talk about her like she's a slut I found at the strip club!"

"She might as well be! She's about as useful as one!"

John shouts.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that! You don't even know her, you met her once for twenty minutes and you think you have the right to make comments like that? When I find her and kill those bloodsuckers, I don't ever want to see you near her again! Ever!"

Sam yells, his voice echoing in the dark car while John glares at the road.

"Good."