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"Come on, I need to learn eventually; why not now?" You asked, annoyed and ready throw a fit.

"Cause I said so! Besides, I think that dad would much rather want to be be with you when you learn instead of me." Dean retorted, turning his back to you and looking through his bag.

Giving him a death stare, you huffed out before going to sit on the couch. Turning on the old television, you leaned back and crossed your arms over your chest. Moments later, the door opened and in walked Sam. He was carrying a bag filled with tons of books and his phone was pressed to his ear.

"Yea dad, I'll tell them" Sam said loudly well shutting the door behind him and locking it.

You broke your gaze from the t.v to watch him. You could hear your dad on the phone for he was talking rather loud. He dropped the bag on the table with a 'bang', causing Dean to glance over his shoulder to look at his younger brother before going back to what he was doing.

"Also about the Wendigo-" Sam was about to speak when you sat up right and pointed to him.

"Why the hell does Sam get to hunt a Wendigo?! Dean, you said that only you and dad get to cause they're 'too dangerous'" You continued.

"(Y/n) that's enough! He gets to go on a hunt with us cause we're older then you and more experienced! Now this conversation is over" Dean growled, turning around well pointing the silver blade he was cleaning towards you.

Throwing your hands up, you scoffed well getting up and storming over to the door. Unlocking the latch, you quickly left the room; slamming the door shut to try and release your anger. A blast of cold air quickly made you regret going out without a jacket; your t-shirt suddenly not providing you with enough warmth. Going over towards the Impala, you sat down on the hood for a few minutes.

Standing up, you put your hands in your pockets and made then into fists to try and stop the cold weather from reaching them. Goosebumps littered your arms and the cold air caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. Proceeding away from the motels parking lot, you walked down the street. Your eyes drifted from one store to the next as you passed them. Not noticing, a large truck turned down the street and slowed down well honking at you.

"Shit" You mumbled.

The driver rolled down his window and anxiety rose in your stomach. "Dad, I thought you were out on that week long hunting trip" You said.

"Well, Sam was supposed to tell you that I was coming back earlier for that Wendigo hunt but he told me that you stormed out after an argument with Dean" Your dad narrowed his gazed at you.

Rubbing your hand up your arm to try and get rid of the bumps, your dad sighed and looked away from your form. "Come on, I was heading to the diner to eat before heading to the boys. We'll talk then" John said well unlocking the doors.

Rushing to the other side of the vehicle, you got in and were welcomed with a gush of warm air. Shutting the door, your dad quickly started driving off again. The drive to the diner was awkward, the tension between the both of you was strong and you didn't bother to look at your father for you knew he would start ranting on about how your actions and mood were stupid and unnecessary. You hadn't noticed he parked until his door slammed shut. Getting out, you quickly followed him into the diner to avoid the cold.

"So what can I get you two?" A waitress asked as soon as you both took a seat in a booth.

"Coffee; black, with a cheese burger" John said.

"Um, a coffee as well" You looked up to the women and smiled before looking away seconds later.

She wrote down the orders and walked off, leaving you and your dad in the same tension filled state as before.

"So, you going to tell me what your whole fit was about?" He questioned.

Sighing, you leaned back in the seat once more and put your hands on your lap. Removing your gaze from the window, you looked to your father and surprisingly, you seen worry and comfort in his eyes which allowed you to relax.

"Do you have a favourite?" You retorted.

"What?" He replied.

"Who's your favourite. Dean, Sam, or me?"

John looked at you with confusion before leaning forward and putting his hands on the table. "I don't have favourites."

"Really? Cause the way you treat Sam surely makes me think otherwise. He gets to do everything! At 16, he got to learn how to drive. 19, he's going on his first Wendigo hunt. Dean said that this hunt is to dangerous so why are you and Dean allowing him to go when he isn't much older then me! I've got to hunt other things more dangerous; demons, angry water spirits, hell a swarm of bugs" You began ranting.

"Sam is not my favourite and he isn't Deans either. And we don't want you on this hunt cause it's not the normal. There is more then one monster in that cave system and we just don't want you getting hurt. And Sam learning how to drive? He taught himself. Have you seen that kid? He's observant of everything and the one time Sam saved our ass' by driving the Impala into the demon that was ready to stab Dean." Your dad replied, keeping the same tone of voice as you

The lady then returned and your orders were in her grasp. Staring to the coffee she placed down, John began to eat and acted as if the conversation you just had, never happened. "I'm sorry, for rushing to conclusions" You mumbled.

"... If you want to learn how to drive, I can teach you" He said before taking a bite into his food.

A grin found its way to your lips and you grabbed the coffee in front of you and took a sip.

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"And besides, you're our favourite. That's why we don't let you do hunts that could cost your life cause we won't ever be able to forgive ourselves".

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WARNING - Includes cussing

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"Come on, I need to learn eventually; why not now?" You asked, annoyed and ready throw a fit.

"Cause I said so! Besides, I think that dad would much rather want to be be with you when you learn instead of me." Dean retorted, turning his back to you and looking through his bag.

Giving him a death stare, you huffed out before going to sit on the couch. Turning on the old television, you leaned back and crossed your arms over your chest. Moments later, the door opened and in walked Sam. He was carrying a bag filled with tons of books and his phone was pressed to his ear.

"Yea dad, I'll tell them" Sam said loudly well shutting the door behind him and locking it.

You broke your gaze from the t.v to watch him. You could hear your dad on the phone for he was talking rather loud. He dropped the bag on the table with a 'bang', causing Dean to glance over his shoulder to look at his younger brother before going back to what he was doing.

"Also about the Wendigo-" Sam was about to speak when you sat up right and pointed to him.

"Why the hell does Sam get to hunt a Wendigo?! Dean, you said that only you and dad get to cause they're 'too dangerous'" You continued.

"(Y/n) that's enough! He gets to go on a hunt with us cause we're older then you and more experienced! Now this conversation is over" Dean growled, turning around well pointing the silver blade he was cleaning towards you.

Throwing your hands up, you scoffed well getting up and storming over to the door. Unlocking the latch, you quickly left the room; slamming the door shut to try and release your anger. A blast of cold air quickly made you regret going out without a jacket; your t-shirt suddenly not providing you with enough warmth. Going over towards the Impala, you sat down on the hood for a few minutes.

Standing up, you put your hands in your pockets and made then into fists to try and stop the cold weather from reaching them. Goosebumps littered your arms and the cold air caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. Proceeding away from the motels parking lot, you walked down the street. Your eyes drifted from one store to the next as you passed them. Not noticing, a large truck turned down the street and slowed down well honking at you.

"Shit" You mumbled.

The driver rolled down his window and anxiety rose in your stomach. "Dad, I thought you were out on that week long hunting trip" You said.

"Well, Sam was supposed to tell you that I was coming back earlier for that Wendigo hunt but he told me that you stormed out after an argument with Dean" Your dad narrowed his gazed at you.

Rubbing your hand up your arm to try and get rid of the bumps, your dad sighed and looked away from your form. "Come on, I was heading to the diner to eat before heading to the boys. We'll talk then" John said well unlocking the doors.

Rushing to the other side of the vehicle, you got in and were welcomed with a gush of warm air. Shutting the door, your dad quickly started driving off again. The drive to the diner was awkward, the tension between the both of you was strong and you didn't bother to look at your father for you knew he would start ranting on about how your actions and mood were stupid and unnecessary. You hadn't noticed he parked until his door slammed shut. Getting out, you quickly followed him into the diner to avoid the cold.

"So what can I get you two?" A waitress asked as soon as you both took a seat in a booth.

"Coffee; black, with a cheese burger" John said.

"Um, a coffee as well" You looked up to the women and smiled before looking away seconds later.

She wrote down the orders and walked off, leaving you and your dad in the same tension filled state as before.

"So, you going to tell me what your whole fit was about?" He questioned.

Sighing, you leaned back in the seat once more and put your hands on your lap. Removing your gaze from the window, you looked to your father and surprisingly, you seen worry and comfort in his eyes which allowed you to relax.

"Do you have a favourite?" You retorted.

"What?" He replied.

"Who's your favourite. Dean, Sam, or me?"

John looked at you with confusion before leaning forward and putting his hands on the table. "I don't have favourites."

"Really? Cause the way you treat Sam surely makes me think otherwise. He gets to do everything! At 16, he got to learn how to drive. 19, he's going on his first Wendigo hunt. Dean said that this hunt is to dangerous so why are you and Dean allowing him to go when he isn't much older then me! I've got to hunt other things more dangerous; demons, angry water spirits, hell a swarm of bugs" You began ranting.

"Sam is not my favourite and he isn't Deans either. And we don't want you on this hunt cause it's not the normal. There is more then one monster in that cave system and we just don't want you getting hurt. And Sam learning how to drive? He taught himself. Have you seen that kid? He's observant of everything and the one time Sam saved our ass' by driving the Impala into the demon that was ready to stab Dean." Your dad replied, keeping the same tone of voice as you

The lady then returned and your orders were in her grasp. Staring to the coffee she placed down, John began to eat and acted as if the conversation you just had, never happened. "I'm sorry, for rushing to conclusions" You mumbled.

"... If you want to learn how to drive, I can teach you" He said before taking a bite into his food.

A grin found its way to your lips and you grabbed the coffee in front of you and took a sip.

.

.

.

.

.

"And besides, you're our favourite. That's why we don't let you do hunts that could cost your life cause we won't ever be able to forgive ourselves".