Dean frowned. Ouch. Another blow. He nodded, sadly, running his tongue along the front of his top teeth.
"Although that's a bullshit excuse…", he murmured, opening his own door. He stood from the car, slamming the door, and draped his arms over the roof, waiting for her face to appear over it, as well, "You don't wanna be around me. I don't know the reasoning, but this Ethan guy…he's a mask…a beard. I don't buy it…Come inside…"
He was almost ordering her around. Maybe it's what she needed. Maybe he could force her to stay with him. He could force her, like he had forced Sammy for all those years. He was more of a father than his own father had ever been, at least to Sam, and he was doing a piss poor job of taking care of him…of making sure he was happy. Now, he was making the same mistakes with the only person who could push him forward.
Right now, he was in park…and his life would never move forward…until she either cut ties, or stayed.