Summary: This is part 2 of the Winchester Sister Series. Read Part 1 here. The reader has an exam but John wants her to join him on a hunt. This leads to some heavy confrontation.
A/N: To all of you who show me love every day by following, reading, reblogging and commenting, I just want to extend my deepest, most sincere gratitude. You guys mean the world to me. Thank you for your love and support.
I know it’s been a while since the first fic in this series. I promise to update as often as I can. This fic did turn out a bit more angsty than what I’d planned that I felt so upset after writing it. It does, however, sit in well with what I have planned for the rest of the series. Hopefully, y’all will like it. Do let me know what you think!
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“Dad, please try to understand what I’m saying. I cannot miss my test tomorrow. I just cannot.” you plead.
You’ve spent all of last week cramming for your AP history midterm. John had come home last night after weeks of disappearing on a hunt; something he’d been doing a lot of late, not that you had any complaints. Gone were the days when you’d anticipate John’s return from a long hunt.
The atmosphere in the house had become tense ever since Sam had brought up the idea of leaving for college. Since he’d gone, things had become far worse. John had become exceedingly short-tempered. He had become very curt with you, having still not forgiven you for not telling him about Sam’s acceptance to Stanford. He’d often rebuke even Dean for “letting” Sam run away. Dean was always patient and obedient despite John’s temper, encouraging you to do the same. You found that it was best to spend time in your room whenever John was around; not being able to tolerate the way John was treating his family.
You look at John, your eyes beseeching. You can’t believe the conversation you’re having right now. John had wanted to investigate a haunting in an old, dilapidated asylum few towns over and believed it to be the spirits of the patients. He’d wanted backup and insisted on you and Dean accompanying him. You, however, did not want to miss your history exam.
“You will join us tomorrow. That’s the end of this discussion Y/N.” John says roughly.
“Dad, I’ve spent the entire week studying. Please! I’ve worked too hard.” you beg, as tears threaten to spill.
“I DON’T CARE. I NEEDBACK UP AND YOU’RE GOING!” he orders, slamming his fist on the table just as Dean enters holding two grocery bags. His bewildered eyes roam from your now-tear-stained face to John’s fuming one.
“What’s going on here?” he asks, setting down the grocery bags.
“Your sister refuses to come on the hunt tomorrow.” John states.
“Well yeah… she’s got her history test tomorrow.” Dean remarks, giving John a ridiculous look. “You didn’t say anything to me about Y/N joining us.”
“I need backup Dean. We don’t know how many spirits are haunting this asylum.”
“I’ll be there for backup dad. Y/N doesn’t have to be there -” Dean prompts.
“I say she does.” John interrupts.
“Dad - Y/N has worked really hard for this. It’s her midterms.” Dean stresses.
“I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” John states, glowering at Dean.
“Dad, come on-” Dean starts.
“I knew would happen. Leaving her with you, I gave both of you too much freedom. You’re too easy-going on her. She’s turning out to be just like Sam - choosing school over family. You let Sam run away, it’ll be her next!” John snarls, shouting over Dean’s words.
“Hedidn’tlet Sam run away!” you cry out, goaded by John’s speech.
“Sammy didn’t choose school over family. He chose school over hunting! And Dean didn’t know anything about him leaving. When he did get to know, he tried to stop it.” you finish, glaring at John.
“Y/N!” Dean starts, realising that the argument needs to be dissipated before it gets out of hand. “Stop. Just go to your room.”
His words are ignored as John directs his anger at you.“BUT YOU KNEW!” he shouts, spit flying from his mouth. “You knew and you didn’t do a damned thing to stop him. Youbetrayed this family.”
“Dad, Stop this! Y/N! Go to your room!” Dean insists, but his words are drowned out by John.
“You’ve gotten quite out of control – helping your brother leave, talking back to me like this. Staying with Dean has spoiled you - letting you think you can get away with anything.” John snarls on.
“Well if you cared so much dad, maybe you should have stuck around!” you retort, balling your fists.
“Y/N!THAT’S ENOUGH!” Dean shouts, stepping between you and John.
“What did you just say to me?” John asks, menacingly. His face is red and you can see a vein popping in his neck. You’ve seen John apoplectic before but it’s never been directed at you. Sure he’s yelled at you many times but now, his rage is terrifying. You take a deep breathe, deciding that you might as well get this over with.
“You heard me -” you start, jeeringly but are interrupted by Dean turning to face you, blocking out John.
“Y/N. GO. TO. YOUR. ROOM!” Dean stresses; his tone final.
You’re about to retaliate but one look at his eyes dissolves your words into silence. The green eyes in front of you are flared with anger, but you can read the silent plea in them. His temper isn’t directed at you. You’re crossing a line with John and he doesn’t want you to get into more trouble. You hesitate, your lower lip trembling. You don’t want to leave Dean to take John’s wrath all by himself. You start to speak but knowing what you’re going to say, he stops you.
“Y/N,Go!” he says, giving you a sincere look. He places his arm on yours and gives you an encouraging squeeze.
“Okay.” you resign, wiping off a tear. “I’ll go.”
“No! I’m not done with her.” John hisses, his words laced with fury.
“YES,YOU ARE!.” Dean interjects, angrily. “You and Y/N are done talking dad!. Right now, you and I need to talk.”
You take one last look at Dean. You bite your lip, feeling terribly guilty. He nods at you reassuringly as you leave. You walk away, actively avoiding John’s glare. You consider hiding by the stairs to eavesdrop but decide against it. You’d get yourself and Dean into so much more trouble if you were caught. Dean has just stood up for you. You might even have caused him more trouble by talking back. With a heavy heart, you trudge up to your room. You shut the door and sink to your knees sobbing.
A/N: I want to start by saying Merry Christmas to all of you out there! I hope that you guys have a great time! Also, I want to thank all of you for your support. I enjoyed writing this Series and it would not have happened without your kind words :) Have a great day y’all.
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Winchestergirl23
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