This takes place in Vancouver Canada when the Boys were teens (Dean is 16 and Sam is 12) and they have been living in a motel in North Vancouver for a few months now, actually enjoying it and thinking of it as a home. Sam is on his school soccer team and Dean works at Tim Hortons (which, for all you non Canadians is like Starbucks but cheaper, better and has AMAZING doughnuts). This is basically just a two shot of Dean taking Sam to Playland (which is a big amusement park) one day. Please comment what you think! Enjoy!
"Welcome to Tim Hortons, may I take you order?" Dean rattled off the greeting with looking up from the change he was swishing around in the donations box.
"Dean." The voice was stern and authoritative, though quiet. Dean whipped his head up; one hand automatically reaching inside his jacket where he expected to find his gun though there was nothing there.
"Sir?" He asked, setting his jaw.
"I would normally have waited till you got back from your -" John Winchester hesitated, his lip curling unapprovingly, "- job, but this can't wait. A big job has just come up in Victoria and I'm leaving immediately. I'll be gone about a week and I left money in the usual spot." He nodded farewell then turned to go, pausing when Dean said,
"Have you told Sam?"
"No. He's at some school thing. Tell him when you pick him up. I'll see you in a week." With that John walked out the door, the people in line behind him staring. Dean watched him go, not caring that he didn't know what he was hunting or even where Victoria was. All the mattered was Dad was gone a week and Sammy would be crushed but not surprised -again.