9:20 A.M.
Dean woke up that morning feeling a bit strange. He thought that in the next few days everthing was going to be calm and not insane. Well, not exactly the way it was going to go.
9:28 A.M.
Sam decided to look for a case and saw that nothing was going on with the world. NOTHING. How could the earth be peaceful with Amara and the man upstairs running around? Or with Dean and Mary at the bunker? This is just their luck. The one time they actually need to leave and do something (okay not the only time) the world goes quiet. Crickets. Sam starts talking to himself and realizes that he and Dean need a vacation. Get away from their mom, get away from Cas, away from the rest of the world. He starts researching possible vacation spots. Good thing he is awesome at researching because if he wasn't they wouldn't have ended up in Ferryport Landing. Ferryport Landing is a small town along the Hudson river. This little town is exactly what him and Dean need. A little time away from the crazy before the crazy starts up again.
9:45 A.M.
Dean walked in, looking fresh from his shower, with that 'who gives a rat's a$$' look on his face. Apparently trouble in paradise. The water pressure must be wonky because Dean thought the showers in the bunker were 'marvelous,' "What's with the resting drama queen face?" Sam chuckled at his own very funny description. Dean gave him a look that told him to shove off. He started pouring himself the coffee that Sam started when he got up. Sam was never any good at social interaction so he kept pressing Dean. "Dude, what's up with you?'' Dean gave him another dirty look. "I don't know man. I just feel weird. Like...like... I DON'T KNOW" Sam decided this was the time to tell Dean about his plan. "Hey how do you feel about taking a vacation? It would just be the two of us. No mom or Cas. We could ignore Crowley for the time being. There is this little town off of the Hudson River called Ferryport Landing. It is very...isolated. No outside contact. Perfect little place to ignore Demons. And we could blow a bunch of money on over priced souvenirs. What do ya say? Road trip?" Dean stood there thinking for a minute about how nerdy his little brother can be and he reluctantly agreed. "Fine but only if they have a good diner there. We haven't been to any good diners in forever."
10:24 A.M.
The boys were packing the car and saying bye to their mom when Cas showed up. "Dean, why are in the car? Are you okay?" Dean looked a bit tense. "Yeah Cas, I'm fine. Me and Sam are taking a vacation. Listen, you can't just show up, okay? Give us some time to get away from the stress of the job." Cas seemed okay with this. "Sure Dean. Whatever it takes." Dean still seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Dean...what is it?" Cas was genuinely concerned for Dean. "I don't know Cas. I just feel not myself today. I should be okay." Cas wasn't convinced. "Okay. Be careful Dean." And with that they were off.
9:32 P.M.
"Man I'm starving. We have to be getting close." Sam rolled his eyes. "You're always starving. We are going to get there at..." Sam had to look at his phone for the arrival time "...well...in ten minutes." Dean visibly relaxed. His hands loosened on the wheel a little and his shoulders slumped down to what they usually were like. "Awesome."
9:43 P.M.
Dean threw his duffel on the bed and collapsed right beside it once they checked into the hotel. "I thought you were starving. Let's go get something to eat." Dean looked up and pushed himself off of the bed. He mumbled something incoherently and walked out the door. Sam grabbed Dean's discarded wallet and walked out. "You probably should keep this with you. Ya know. Just in case you want to not be starving." Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the wallet out of Sam's hand. They drove to the diner and ordered their food. Dean was ecstatic to finally get his beloved burgers from his beloved diner. "Man this is the best burger I have had since mom was alive the first time." Sam stuffed his face with his salad and felt the same feeling, only he didn't eat salad when his mom was alive the first time because he didn't have teeth. Dean looked very happy. There were these two beautiful girls that just walked in and started talking to the boy's waitress. The girls seemed to be good friends and one of them did a suspicious little nod to the door. "Be back in ten." The waitress walked out with them and they all got into an old jalopy with an older woman driving. There was a very smug looking boy in the passenger seat. He stuck out his tongue when the girls got close to the car. They all looked about 16 years old. The blonde girl and the boy looked maybe 3 years older though. Sam and Dean's antennae were up. They got into the impala and followed from a distance.
10:49 P.M.
The old jalopy turned onto some back roads and finally pulled into a long driveway. Sam and Dean stayed back on the road and got out of the car. They both went around to the trunk and pulled out a gun and a machete each, not sure what to expect. They slowly circled the two-story house and found nobody. They didn't have to pick the lock on the front door because it was standing wide open. Dean signaled for Sam to follow him inside. When Dean walked in the door he was met by the magnificent smell of pie. But this was not regular pie. He smelled something off about it but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He decided he would find it later. Right now though he needed to pay attention. They surveyed the first floor and found nothing but a fridge full of left over pink pancakes. They went upstairs, careful for creeking floorboards. When they got to the top of the stairs, they saw a hallway with three doors on each side of the hall and one door at the end. They heard voices from the door on the end. "Door number 5, please." Dean grinned at himself and when Sam gave him an are you kidding me look he walked up to the door and started listening. All of a sudden the door slung open and the boy walked right into Dean. "Who the hell are you?" Dean stuttered all over himself, trying to explain. "I have no good answer." The boy flew into the air stunning Sam and Dean for a second, but they quickly regained their confidence. "So who are you, Peter P-" The boy's face turned dark and red. He had a look of pure rage that scared even Dean. "Puck, chill out" Someone started talking to him from the inside of the room. It seemed to calm him a little but not much. The blonde girl walked out of the room. She grabbed his leg and pulled him back down where he folded his wings back down. "Oh come on Sabrina. I could fly them over the river and drop 'em in." Sabrina had a sarcastic look on her face like she was about to say something but the brunette haired girl with the red sweatshirt walked out with a wand in her hand and a suspicious look on her face. "Why did you follow us? What are your names? Why are you in Ferryport Landing? Are you hear to kill us?" Dean had an annoyed look on his face. "Calm down red riding hood." He smiled over at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes. Then they noticed the look of shock on the girl's face. "How did you know who I am?" Puck and Sabrina had the same look on their faces. "Wait you aren't really her are you? Come on man! We try to have just a couple weeks before we have to save the world again and we just happen upon a fairytale character." Puck's smug look returned. "Guess this wasn't the right town for you to come to on your vaycay then. This whole town is full of fairytale characters." Dean and Sam almost had a look of panic on their faces. Sabrina felt the need to say something now. "Before we tell you everything-" she gave Puck a dirty look"-you have to tell us who you are." Sam and Dean shared a knowing glance. They told the truth this time. Everything.
11:24 P.M.
They finally got done telling everybody everything. The old woman and the other brunette girl walked in. "Granny we told them everything and they are these two guys who..." Sabrina told Granny and Daphne, the other girl, all about Sam and Dean. "Okay, now that we have covered all the introductions, why the hell are you here?!" Dean and Sam looked surprised at his sudden outburst. They looked a little uncomfortable with being wrong, even though they have been wrong so many times. "Well, ya see, we just, um...we thought you were evil murderers or vamps or something." Dean didn't seem like he was going to go further with his explanation so everyone accepted that. Puck felt left out so he spoke up. "Why should royalty like me have to sit his with all of you common people? I should be fanned or something. You, big one, get me a coke." Sam gave him a much offended look and simply refused. Dean just rolled his eyes at Puck's arrogance. Sabrina laughed and rolled her eyes. "I like 'em already!"