Sam
Sam paced around the little room.
"It shouldn't be taking this long. I should go help." John didn't even look up from the papers spread in front of him.
"Dean's got it. And that Anna Colt is more than competent, if I remember Arizona correctly." He rumbled. Sam ignored him as he continued to pace in frantic circles. John looked up at his youngest son and sighed.
"Sam. I don't think I ever told you this. But the day you born you know what I did?" Sam glanced at his father.
"No."
"I put a hundred bucks into a savings account for you. Did the same thing for your brother. It was a college fund. And every month I put in another hundred dollars." John looked away for a moment, a silent sigh exiting his nose. 'Anyways my point is that this was never the life I wanted for you."
"Then why'd you get so mad when I left?" Sam asked, confused.
"You got to understand son. After your mother passed all I saw was evil. Everywhere. And all I cared about was keeping you boys alive. I wanted you prepared, ready. You see somewhere along the line I, ah, stopped being your father, and I became your drill sergeant. So when you said you wanted to go away to school all I could think about, my only thought was, that you would be alone. Vulnerable. Sam it just never occurred to me what you wanted. I just couldn't accept the fact that you and me, we're just different." Sam chuckled sardonically. He looked away for a moment.
"We're not different, not anymore. With what happened to mom, and Jess. We probably have more in common than just about anyone." John gave his son a sad smile.
"I guess you're right son."
"Dad whatever happened to that college fund?" John gave Sam a long look before answering.
"Spent it on ammo." Sam laughed, shaking his head.
'Typical.' He thought, for once without any sort of malice underneath the thought.
"Anna Colt, huh? All I know is that she was a pretty good hunter, young too." John said casually, leaning back to look at his son. Sam paused, trying to think what to say about their mystery friend. What could he tell his dad? That she came out of retirement to hunt down a demon with them? That she saved their asses a few times, or that they know almost nothing about her? Before he could come up with a good reply the door opened, letting in the sound of Dean and Anna arguing.
"I told you I'm fine Dean. I just pulled the stitches a little! It's not a big deal. You could have been more calm about it. We got the blood didn't we?" She was saying, exasperated. Dean scowled at her. He turned towards his father and brother.
"Next time, we check to make sure she not going to bleed out before I take her places. When we were walking out some little old lady stopped Anna, thought I was beating her up. I can't go anywhere!" He threw his hands up into the air as Anna withdrew the large jar filled with dead man's blood. She set it on the table.
"I'm going to rewrap my bandages. Shake a leg boys, we have some vampires to kill."