Just some thoughts on what was going through Deans head as he smashed the car. Poor car.
Dean started at the car. It was the last tangible thing he had left of his fathers. And god was he pissed off at his father. Dean picked up the crowbar that leaned against the car next to him and debated whether he was really pissed enough to smash the car, so he took a practice swing at the next one in the lot. No one would miss it; it was just one of Bobby's junk cars. That swing was easy; he smashed the window and felt it shatter, and it felt good. It felt great to release the tension building in him. Dean turned to the Impala. His thought rose in his head, thoughts of how dad had abandoned him and then told him not to find him, and then died when he finally had. Dean raised the bar above his head and brought it down hard on the trunk of the Impala. His precious Impala, no, his dad's precious Impala. He kept swinging and with every swing he yelled out in his mind at his father.

BANG

How dare you leave me!

BANG

How dare you give your life to the demon to save mine!

BANG

How dare you give the demon the colt and leave us defenseless!

BANG

How dare you put this big secret about Sam on my shoulders!

BANG

How dare you keep the secret from him, from US, for so long!

BANG

I hate you!

BANG

I HATE you!

BANG

I HATE YOU!

BANG

I HATE YOU, YOU SONOFABITCH!

He smashed the trunk a few more times, reiterating in his head "I hate you" with every swing. He watched as the dent turned into a whole. The final swing wasn't followed by a thought of "I hate you" but by the one word he wanted to stand there and scream at the top of his lungs.

"WHY!"

He dropped the crow bar to the ground and started off towards the house. Questions that would forever go unanswered filled his head.

"Why did you leave me you bastard? Why did you do it now? Why am I worth more than you? Why?"

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. That wasn't what he did; he'd been trained not to show feelings. And he had John to thank for that. He knew though, that eventually Sam's berating and his own feelings would over flow at some point, and he'd break down. Not even the best soldier could hide his feelings forever. And until then, one question, one word, would haunt his mind everyday.

Why?


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