Summary: 1998: John Winchester and his sons, Dean and Sam, are in on a hunt in Oklahoma. While John lies to the boys about his real business in the town, Dean is charmed by a waitress while Sam battles high school with the help of a new friend, Miranda.
Rating: Teen for brief language, violence, and suggestion.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters in it. Title name belongs to the band Coldplay.
Characters: Sam, Dean, John Winchester, Miranda and Brooke Carrington.
Spoilers: None- it just helps to be familiar with the first season of Supernatural and the relationship between Sam/Dean/Papa Winchester.
Sam Winchester slept soundly in the 1967 Chevy Impala, his soft straight hair fallen in front of his face as he leaned against the window, its cold temperature keeping him comfortable through his slumber. Dean stared out the windshield, gently nodding his head to Led Zeppelin's Kashmir. His bright hazel-green eyes were especially bright as they passed the blinding street lights. He glanced over at his father at the corner of his eye, just curious to how he was holding up. John Winchester had a close call with a pagan god not too long ago, maybe a week, maybe less. Dean lost count of the days because most of them were filled with barren fields and unfamiliar cities. His Dad just turned up the classic rock that Dean grew up on, driving them to God knows where.
John cleared his throat but careful not to wake Sam. He looked over his shoulder briefly, checking on him. John turned back to the road and spoke to Dean in a hushed, deep tone that was commanding but strangely gentle. "Do you know where we are, son?"
Dean looked to his father, answering honestly but with respect. "No sir."
John Winchester nodded silently, expecting this. His sons never said much these days, just staring out the Impala window as he took the scenic route. It was no surprise that Dean had no idea where they were headed. He knew even less about why and John wanted to keep it that way. There was no use in worrying them or raising their hopes. "We're about to cross the border into Oklahoma. I heard there were some Indian spirits. I need you to start work while I take care of things."
Dean didn't protest or ask what the hell 'start work' meant. He only inquired softly, still looking at his father. "What about Sammy?"
"You gotta enroll him into the nearest high school." John replied simply, eyes still glued to the road ahead.
Dean nodded, swallowing and looking out the windshield again. He knew Sam hated being dragged around middle America, having to switch schools every week, trying make new friends, understanding what the class did, staying out of trouble with the teachers and other kids. Everywhere they went they were the new kids, the freaks. It didn't help that he felt like that even after school. Sam was a loner but he was strong. He knew what he wanted and stood up for what he believed was right. Sometimes, this annoyed the shit out of Dean, but it was comforting to know that Sam could take care of himself. Although Sam was perfectly capable, Dean was always there watching his back.
He didn't have the slightest idea what he would do for a job wherever-they-were-going, Oklahoma. Dean guessed he'd find out. Perhaps construction, maybe delivery. All he knew for sure was that he was the only one bringing in the income once they stayed in a town for a little while. Money was always tight because John never worked for profit. If ganking monsters did have a paycheck, hell, they'd be the richest people around. But John did the best he could and Dean saw that. Sam sometimes didn't. John never expressed that this bothered him directly. He would just shout and order his sons around, telling them if they wanted to get revenge for their mother, they would do what he said, whenever he said it.
John sighed, looking over at Dean once more. "Son, get some sleep. The road's gonna still be here when you wake up."
Dean smiled a little, snorting internally. John had made it sound like Dean was actually interested in watching the void of sparse passing car lights and stupid red lights in the darkness, like he hadn't seen it before. "Yeah Dad.." Dean replied instead, settling down into the leather of the Impala seats, breathing in his mobile home. Soon Dean drifted off into a peaceful sleep along with Sam, John driving to their destination through the night all the while.
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