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Hey guys... I have a question... PLEASE VOTE FOR DEAN... he's losing against somebody who's called "Fox" on SpoilerTv

spoilertv. com/2010/09/2010-character-competition-fox-mulder.html

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Why do Sam and Dean hate camping? Here is my... guess. Teen-Chester

Eventually Hurt!Sam

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Prologue

John turned around to look at his sleeping sons. He was so glad that the two guys were finally asleep. They've been butting heads for the whole drive. Mr. Independent, who proudly turned sixteen yesterday, thought he could figure out everything by himself now and Mr. Mother-Hen didn't think so.

Sam had been asking stuff about the hunt all the time and Dean was on his edge since Sam would be a part of the hunt for the first time.

"Was easier when you've been here last time, huh?" Bobby asked from the passenger side. John chuckled silently, nodding. "You're okay with being here, again?"

"Yeah..." John shrugged. "The boys don't remember what happened here last time... Sam doesn't even remember being here at all."

"Dean does?" Bobby asked, watching his friend. He could just see John's silhouette in the dark.

"Uhm well... he still knows that we were in a desert once..." John explained. "He had been eight years old, knowing nearly nothing about hunting... Well... I'm glad I know more this time." John faced Bobby for a second. "Thanks so much for joining us."

"No problem." Bobby nodded, looking at the map on his lap. "Right now. The California- 190 West." He rubbed his hands together, turning the heater on.

John turned right, entering the small, narrow street, which leads directly to the Death Valley Junction. Everything was so similar, yet so different. He still knew that they would leave the street in about fifteen minutes, driving through nothing but plain dust and stone, seeing nothing but desert.

The most weird thing was that they didn't sit in the Impala. The pick-up they've rented was more comfortable and more secure, it didn't need as much fuel as the Impala and it had a heater in it that also ran when the car didn't.

The best part was the little mini-trailer. It was just enough for the four of them to fit in. Not even Sam could stand straight in there. But they could stay in the near of the hunted place and didn't have to go back to the civilization.

John remembered that last time... they would have needed an air-conditioning.

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Flashback

"Daddy... it's sooo hot." Sam whined, patting his little hands against the backseat of the Impala. "Really daddy... I swear I will melt, just like the ice-cream."

"No... Sammy... you're not gonna melt." Dean told his little brother. "Because you're not an ice-cream." Dean poked at the little kid's nose. When John looked at his sons, he couldn't help but smile, though he could swear he was going to melt, too. The interior of the black car was extremely hot.

"Daddy..." Sam whined, rubbing his sweaty face at his brother's forearm.

"Ugh..." Dean pretended to gag, pushing his brother away. "Yukky."

"Be nice, Dean-o." John admonished with a smile.

"He's nice." Sam nodded eagerly.

"You hear him." Dean grinned, taking a small sip of his water bottle.

End Flashback

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"Dad... you wanna tell us what's going on here finally?" Sam asked, hugging himself, while his teeth chattered. He wore a sweatshirt, a jacket over it and thick, long sweatpants and was freezing though. He had just woken up and already tried to pick a fight again. "Come on... we're here in the desert... somewhere in the Death Valley... And I don't even think we're allowed to be here... since we didn't talk to any ranger and here is... nothing... damn it dad... tell me why we're here."

Dean was preparing the sleeping place, spreading blankets on the mattresses on the ground, murmuring something inaudible. They've finally reached their destination. A part of the Death Valley, far away from any tourist areas, close to the Badwater Basins.

"What?" Sam shot around, glaring at his brother.

"Sam..." John hit his hand against the chilled hood of the car. "Shut up... and get into the car."

The three older men could see the inner struggle of the youngest hunter, who debated with himself whether to go inside and warm up, or to get warm by shouting at his brother.

Dean was the one who seemed to decide, pushing past Sam, getting into the warmed up trailer, balling his cold hands. The rest followed, closing the doors.

"Bobby... stay away from the walls... they might freeze." John looked at the thermometer. "Oh darn... 5°F out there... Dean..." The father turned to his oldest, who was about to get out of his shoes. "...fetch some of the water bottles... I don't want them to freeze... we need them tomorrow."

Dean immediately obeyed, making Sam grunt.

"Sam... get out of your jacket." Bobby nudged the Winchester, shrugging out of his own jacket.

"Yeah... right... it's fricking cold." Sam chucked, sitting down beside Bobby, when Dean entered the small room again, throwing a few bottles into a corner, his hands shaking.

"True." He nodded, rubbing his arms with both hands. He got rid of his shoes and his jacket before he slid under the blankets between his dad and his little brother. John started rubbing Dean's arm, insisting on warming his boy up.

"Sam... you still wear you jacket." Dean stated. "Get out of it. The warmth gonna make you sick in the morning."

"You're brother's right..." John laid down, rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles. "Sam..."

"Leave me alone." Sam snarled, annoyed.

"Don't say we didn't warn you, kiddo." John shrugged, burying himself under his blanket.

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