John Winchester had decided to show up after months of being god knows where, and Dean was upset. He wanted to ask him more questions, understand why he acted the way he did, but he was scared dammit. Luckily, he had you, and you weren't scared of shit.

"Don't speak to me that way!"

John snaps at you in the middle of your argument. He had been yelling at Dean and you stood between them, shocking Dean. Damn it was sexy to see you, standing at about five foot three and screaming at his old man like he had personally wronged you. He was so damn proud that you were his girl, and he couldn't help but grin while he watched the exchange.

"You act like a dickless cunt, I treat you like a dickless cunt. Get over yourself! You're a grown ass man and you can't hold yourself accountable for your own shit!"

John clenches his fists to keep from grabbing you, his eyes wild as he looks down at your form.

"I don't want you anywhere near my boys."

You glare up at him.

"Can't be too hard; you do it all the damn time."