@theyturnedhim-intoamonster x
There was no convincing the little squirt to not grab Dean's phone and call 911. Dean knew that Dad was going to be livid and chew into Dean's ass once he got out. There was no avoiding that and Dean would just have to put up with it like he always did. Hell, the kid was basically numb to his father's yelling at this point. Zeppelin, though? Not so much. The kid was only eight years old and Dad was always screaming at him for no reason. It was obvious that Zeppelin wasn't that committed to hunting like Dean was, so he didn't understand was the man was trying to force Zeppelin to be a hunter. Shit, Dean shot his first shotgun at Zepplin's age and Zeppelin looked like he was terrified to even touch a gun.
"It's gonna be alright, buddy, yeah?" Dean murmured and leaned over to pull his little brother on to the bed with him. Dad had left Sammy at Bobby's since he "didn't want to have all three boys with him." What a sorry excuse if you asked Dean. If anyone, Zeppelin should've been left with Bobby and Sam should've came with. No, neither Sam nor Zeppelin were as committed as Dean, but at least Sam knew how to shoot a gun. "I'm gonna be alright. I'm not even hurt that bad." Dean was going to lay into Dad later for the guy using Dean as bait. Again.
