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Chapter 1- Saturday Morning Cartoons

'Sam, I told you to practice these exorcism prayers an hour ago. How come they're still sitting here on the table?'

Sam rolled his eyes away from his father. All John wanted him to do know was to practice shooting, exercising, and killing 24/7. And frankly, Sam was tired of it. His dad said it was just for precaution; he wanted to be ready to kick demon ass at all times. As if they weren't ready enough. Dean and Sam had basically been under house arrest and training since they had got to God knows what town in their cramped little apartment. Sam was angry with that and basically about everything nowadays, so his father thought.

Sam wouldn't tell Dean or John "what had crawled up his ass," as Dean would say, but the truth was, all this demon fighting was getting to be a pretty old lifestyle. Dean was already eighteen, and just before his class was to graduate, John pulled them both out of school- out of that state for that matter- to hunt some other "really important" demon. Sam always had to wonder what the world would be like without the Winchesters. Without their mother having been killed when Sam was only just a baby, they never would have gotten into worrying about stupid demons and ghost or anything relative to the supernatural. He would never know how things would be if that had been the case, but he did know that there was no stopping their dad from finding their mother's killer.

Sam sighed and continued to watch the television. Suddenly, some pointless infomercial on knives was much more appealing than studying prayers for an exorcism.

'Can't I do it later?' Sam asked changing the channel.

'No, you can't Sam. You can do it right now.' John demanded throwing the book into Sam's lap.

John shook his head. He sometimes couldn't believe that Sam was his own son. He never took a liking to hunting quite like Dean did. And Sam was always had to be so stubborn. He surely had qualities like his father, but John seemed to clash heads more with someone with a personality similar to himself instead of his opposite. Dean on the other hand was just like Mary. Mary was the love of John's life. It still pained him to think about when their perfect life was ripped out from under them. John vowed to find the demon that had killed her if it was the last thing he did. It pained him when he thought about the life all of them could have. He knew for a fact that all of them could have been different people. But, whenever John thought on it for too long, he would bury himself in hunting whatever he could come across no matter the cost. Dean always listen to John though. Even if he had a sarcastic comment to go with it sometimes, Dean was never as stubborn as Sam was at times, which always seemed to get on Johns nerves starting an argument.

'Someday, you'll thank me for reading those.' John said pointing to the book sternly. 'What if your own brother was possessed, hmm?' With that he left Sam who silently flipped him off.

Sam groaned loudly in John's direction so he would hear him as he walked away. John stormed off into the next room past the bathroom where Dean finally emerged from. Steam followed him as he walked into the hall. John looked at him with a stern face. 'Control your brother will you?' Dean laughed. 'Sorry, Dad. I'm afraid that'd be your job.' John rolled his eyes and made his way into his room. Dean walked down the hall to where Sam was still watching TV. The book thrown harshly aside on the floor. 'Hey Sammy.' Dean said plopping down next to him.

'What?' Sam huffed not tearing his eyes away from the screen.

'Have you thought about moving from this couch at all today?'

'Thought about it. And, I'm not planning on it. If you promise not to bug me, I'd certainly be happy to invite you to join me.' Sam said sarcastically.

'Oh would you?' Dean asked happily clasping his hands together. 'I thought you'd never ask.'

Sam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. 'What do you want, Dean?'

'You should really listen to dad you know. He knows what he's doing.'

'About what? Because he sure as hell doesn't know how to be a father.'

'Watch it, Sam. You don't know what you're talking about. Don't go running your mouth off like your some big shot.' Dean said pointing a finger at him.

'Of course I know what I'm talking about Dean!' Sam spat. 'Aren't you upset that right before we finished school- you finished high school- he pulls us out? Now we can't even go anywhere besides this cramped apartment and the roof of this dump, let alone school.'

'Sam, I know you're mad but I'm fine with all this.' Dean lied. 'You don't need to worry about how I'm feeling. I don't appretiate all the chick-flick moments you try to create for us.'

Dean could always admit honestly that he hated school. It had been somewhat of a relief that their dad had pulled them out. But being stuck with Sam and his dad all the time was doing a number on his sanity. He loved his family more than anything, but if it wasn't one thing they were fighting about, it was another.

Sam nodded. Dean did as well. ' Now, as much as it pains me,' Dean began getting comfortable on the couch. 'How about if I watch Saturday morning cartoons with you or whatever it is that you kids do, you'll agree train with me up on the roof for the rest of the day? You'll relieve all that stress you're building up being in here with dad. And stress is not good for a growing little girl such as yourself. You should be hitting puberty pretty soon I'm hoping.'

'Whatever.' Sam said, shrugging off the joke Dean had made.

'Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?'

'Fine.'

'You promise?'

'Yes.'

'I mean it. No backing out.' Dean pestered

'Dean.'

'Sam.'

'Shut up.'

'Jeez,' Dean said leaning back. 'Bitch.'

'Jerk.' Sam said simply.

For the next hour and a half Sam and Dean watched the cartoons played on TV. Needless to say, they had never heard of the shows, but it was something to do besides training and fighting. They were actually enjoying themselves for once. Even Dean had to secretly admit that he was enjoying himself. They didn't even notice their kitchen and hall lights eerily flickering behind them.

TBC...

Okay, so I have Chapter 2 all ready to go. Basically, I'm just adding somethings to it. I have to make sure it's perfect (for me at least). So as soon as I get some reviews or until I feel like it, I'll be putting the second chapter up pretty soon. So pllleease review. I like that.