Emily rolled her eyes when Dean told her that strippers and sluts helped him pass the time. Like she really needed confirmation of that. He was Dean, she could pretty much just guess. And it wasn't like some of them weren't parading around their suite in the last few days. Emily did her best to ignore them. She tried not to judge because she had been in some hard spots herself over the years but she couldn't ever imagine being a stripper.
She huffed when he started defending John though and she knew he was just being Dean but she couldn't help it. She hated it when he acted like he was immune to the world just to save his tough guy image. She knew it was just him being him but she could see through it so easily she wondered why he bothered trying.
"It's not fine." She told him. "And neither are you. Yeah, okay maybe he's been through a lot." Hell was a lot, coming back from hell was a lot. Emily should know. "But so have you and you're his son, you need him. Whatever he needs should be secondary to that. I can't believe he won't see you." She shook her head, aware that she was the only one in the room who was angry about it. She just didn't understand how a father could turn his back on his son. She knew that if she ever had children she would do anything in her power to make sure they were safe and protected and loved.