Why Can't they see me,

Why can't they hear me,

Why can't they tell I'm breaking

Dean lay on the lumpy mattress that rested on the floor of this month's grungy too small bedroom. He rolled over desperately trying to drown out the yelling. John's voice carried through the thin walls of their tiny beat down house, resentment and hatred building with each carelessly thrown insult. He longed to go out there and yell at them to shut their fucking mouths, but he knew his place. The good little mindless soldier who only intervened when blows threatened to be exchanged.

The sound of something hitting the wall out in the living made Dean jerk to attention. Dean rushes out of the bedroom to try and stop the argument from coming to blows, John was looming over Sam both their faces red and chest heaving.

"Guys stop, Sammy why don't we go out for a bite" Deans attempt to stop the argument from escalating fell on deaf ears. Why couldn't they see, see how small and pathetic they make me feel.

"Damn it, Sam! Why can't you just listen and do as you're told?"

Sam stood mere inches away from John defiance blazing behind hazel eyes "Because Dad I don't listen to shit, I don't want to miss the first week of school to go on some hunt!"

"Watch your fucking mouth Samuel! We have another hunt and you want to stay and study?"

"I just don't want to get behind, its one week!"

"No, Sam! We have a lead. people are dying and its our job to stop it!"

Dean had heard this conversation a million times before.

"God, Sam. Why can't you be more like Dean?"

Anger and another unrecognizable emotion bubble in deans stomach. So thats all I am? Another line to use against each other in this continuous argument? Am I just a weapon? A weapon for you two to just point at whatever you need killed and destroyed. Dean knew what would happen next, knew the look of betrayal that would flash across Sam's still young boyish features. Knew what he would say in retaliation. He didn't want to hear what happened next, but he did hear. He always heard. Why couldn't they see I hear every word they carelessly throw around?

"Because I'm not Daddy's little robot! I have a mind!"

"Sammy.." When had my voice gotten so weak, so meek? Once again hes pleas went ignored

"I need a son who can follow orders, who does what needs to be done!"

"Fallowing your orders is what gets us in trouble. Because Dean follows your orders mindlessly is why hes always getting hurt!"

"It's not my orders that make Dean fuck up"

Why couldn't they see how deep their words cut?

AN: I feel like this isn't complete but I'm no good at long stories, tell me if you think I should try and continue.