Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine, it belongs to Kripke; sonovabitch is just lucky like that.
Summary: When John decides he and his boys need a bit of a break he takes them to the Roadhouse. Is love in the air for John and Ellen? Dean, Sam and Jo certainly seem to think so; and they're determined to put a stop to it! Wee!chesters.
Genre: Humor
Author's Notes: I've never written humour before, I'm better with the angst and drama etc but this idea – how random is it? – came into my head and well, I tend to write whatever I come up with, no matter how weird as is probably noticeable from the fact I have so many fictions started and yet very few actually completed!
Thank you 'Balloons go POP' for letting me use you as a soundboard before I started this :P Those ideas were very helpful:)
Chapter 1: Movement
John looked at the newspaper in front of him, there was absolutely nothing there; okay, maybe 'nothing' was the wrong word to use, there were things there, but nothing he would consider to be remotely supernatural; in fact he was sorely tempted to go and check out the case of the ninety-two-year old woman in Tennessee who swore blind she had seen a ghost in her living room two weeks ago no matter what the authorities said.
The fact that said ghost was described to have been 'white and floating with an open mouth and huge black eyes, with the TV under one arm and radio under the other' was what detoured it from being his usual gig – adding to that; the 'sighting' was dated 'October 31'.
He looked up when he heard a bowl thudding onto the table, followed by a box of Lucky Charms.
"Morning Sammy," he said, watching the four year old pour a mountain of cereal into his bowl before splashing a liberal amount of milk in on top, resulting in a flood of white spilling across the wood, Sam didn't seem to notice as he dug in heartily and John wasn't going to try and clean it up until after he'd finished.
"Mornin'," he replied, swallowing.
"Where's your brother?"
"There," he answered, looking over John's shoulder to the now open bedroom door.
John looked back "hey dude," he greeted as Dean headed for the fridge "you boys both packed up?"
Dean's "yes sir," was accompanied by an small nod from his brother.
"Can you get me a glass of juice please?" Sam interrupted their conversation without a second thought.
Dean didn't answer and simply continued talking to his father "where're we going?" he asked, handing his brother a glass of orange juice and taking a seat with his own.
"Fank you Dean," Sam beamed at him over the rim of the glass as he gulped down half it's contents.
John folded the newspaper carefully, choosing to remain silent as he deliberated over his idea before voicing it to his sons.
"Dad?" Dean prompted.
"How do you boys feel about taking a bit of a break?"
Dean's frowned and Sam cocked his head to one side; the expression of confusion on their faces identical.
"I was thinking about going to see a couple of old friends of mine," John continued.
"I want to stay here," Sam said instantly.
John sighed, over the past few months Sammy had begun to get more and more agitated by the moving around. He'd argue when he was told to pack up his things and it usually ended up with Dean doing it purely because the only way to stop the incessant question asking and foot-stamping when he was told that he didn't have a choice about moving was to sit him in front of the television to watch cartoons and John was far to busy packing everything else up.
"We can't Sammy," Dean glanced briefly at his father before proceeding.
"Why not?" Sam demanded, the defiance in his eyes was probably intended to look menacing, but how many four year olds can pull of an effective death-glare?
"Because-"
"Normal people stay in one place for ages," he emphasised the last word "I don't want to move yet,"
"Fine," Dean agreed with him immediately.
"Really?" Sam's eyes lit up at the prospect of having finally won a battle with his older brother.
"Yep," Dean took a handful of Lucky Charms from the box and putting them straight in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before he continued "you can stay here, dad and me will go on our own,"
John had to resist the urge to smirk at the knowing twinkle in Dean's eyes as Sam's face fell. They may both know that neither one of them would let Sam out of their sight for any longer than absolutely necessary but the youngest Winchester was obviously yet to grasp that fact and although he should probably stop Dean's teasing, however effective it might turn out to be, and just tell Sammy what was happening rather than argue with him over it, but oddly enough, he couldn't bring himself to do so. It wasn't like he enjoyed ordering his children around but most of the time he really didn't have a choice.
Suddenly Sam grinned "nuh-uh!" he exclaimed excitedly "daddy wouldn't leave me!" he stuck his tongue out triumphantly at Dean.
"Oh I don't know Sammy," and he didn't miss the look on Dean's face as he joined in the game "I could leave both of you behind if you're not completely packed up and ready to go within the next thirty minutes."
Sam's jaw dropped and he stared at his father for a few seconds, as if trying to decide whether or not he was telling the truth before coming to the conclusion that, that was impossible and jumping down from his chair and scurrying back into the bedroom. Less five minutes later he returned, dragging a once reasonably neatly packed bag behind him, anything that hadn't been packed the night before had been shoved roughly into it and it was now sat half open in the middle of the kitchen floor "ready!" he declared breathlessly.
Jo threw herself down behind the bar, her breathing sounded heavy in her own ears in the silence of the room. She paused for a few moments before peering out into the shadows; catching a glimpse of the target of her hunt she held her breath and sat very still.
Creeping out carefully she pulled the plastic pistol from the waistband of her skirt and held it in two hands in front of her "gotcha!" she exclaimed, pulling the trigger which exploded with a loud click.
The door thudded against the wall as it swung open and Jo's eyes widened at the tall figure that was silhouetted in the doorway, she fired her weapon again and when the man failed to fall she resorted to her back up plan of screaming at the top of her lungs; "Mommy!"
Author's Notes: Review if you liked, don't if you didn't:)