Hello everyone! Here's a Supernatural fic I started today. I've always wondered what would happened if Dean read some ofthe books the Chuck published. I hope that you like it! Enjoy!

Chapter 1- Prologue

"Oh my freaking' God! I hate camping! Why? Why the hell do people do this by choice? What is our society coming to?" Dean Winchester disgustedly demanded to the vast woods before him. He sat down on his black sleeping bag and opened a bag of chips.

"Come on, Dean," Sam Winchester jokingly chided. "You just pissed because you're missing that concert." Sam unrolled his own identical sleeping bag so it was perpendicular to Dean's. Once that was settled, he brought in three other bags full of his and Dean's belongings. "Here." He tossed one of the bags to his older brother. "To make up for it, I was your lackey for the day."

"Gee, thanks. That makes up for it," scoffed Dean. "Do you know what I could be doing right now, Sam? Well, I'll tell you. I could be rocking out to some bands playing exclusively Metallica songs for FREE!" he raved. "But, no! Where am I? I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere on an inside chance that this thing might be a Wendigo. We don't even know if that attack was due to something supernatural!"

"Outside," Sam simply uttered.

"Huh?"

"The expression. You said 'I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere on an inside chance that this thing might be a Wendigo.' You meant to say that there's an outside chance," corrected Sam.

"Thanks for the grammar lesson, geek-boy." Dean exaggerated rolling his eyes at Sam. "So, what's our next step?" He asked in between crunching of his chips.

"I think we should wait here. We've still got…" Sam paused for a minute. "A couple more miles to walk before we even get in the range of that thing- whatever it is."

"More walking?" Dean indignantly questioned. "We walked so much today I'm surprised my legs are still attached!"

"Stop whining," Sam smiled. "Just be glad we aren't dealing with an Angels versus Demons battle now," he said. Sam rifled through the duffle bag next to him and pulled out an energy bar. Unwrapping his meal, he continued, "So, why are we out here anyway? Shouldn't we be… you know… trying to stop the end of the world?!" Dean could hear the slight edge in Sam's voice that he was trying to cover up.

"I just…" Dean trailed off for a moment before he found his voice. "I don't know, Sam. I mean, do you miss hunting? I mean, really hunting? Just saving people, killing random things all over the country?" Sam didn't answer, so Dean continued. "Because you've got to admit it, Sam, we haven't hunted anything to save anyone in a while."

Sam looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I guess."

Dean could tell Sam was holding back, but didn't press the issue. "It's just gonna be this one quick job, and then back to…"

"Uh-huh," cut off Sam. He quick tried to find something to say to change the subject. "It looks like we're gonna be here for awhile, though," Sam said as he admired the tent he and Dean we're sharing. "Did you bring a deck of cards?"

"Dammit," he whispered to himself. Dean's lip curled unhappily at Sam's mention of the cards. "We're just gonna have to find something else to do." Dean took the other bag and zipped it open. Once he what was in it, his smile was back on his face. He grabbed the duffel on the bottom and turned it over, so all the contents spilled out onto the ground. "Well, at least we can catch up on some reading," he ventured.

Sam cocked his head to the side and picked up one of the many books that were just poured out of the piece of luggage. "Supernatural? Seriously? You brought the Supernatural series?"

"Of course!" Dean answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The Supernatural series, written by the prophet Chuck, was a detailed account of Dean and Sam's lives. "Did you really think I wasn't gonna read these? Besides, it beats staring at these finely carpeted walls."

Sam idly flipped through a random book he picked up and made eye contact with Dean. "Why? We lived through this once already. Why do you want to do this again?"

Dean shrugged with a shadow of a half-smile. "How can you not fall in love with the Dean character?"

Sam pushed a lock of his hair out of his eyes with a laugh. "Oh, totally. He just steals my heart."

"I know!" Dean agreed with mock enthusiasm. "I'm glad you see my side of this."

Sam's brow furrowed as he blink sleepily, trying to study his brother intently. With a sigh, he dropped the book that was in his hands so it landed in the pile. "Whatever. And by the way, I volunteer you for first watch," Sam announced. Without another word, he climbed inside the sleeping bag and turned over so he wasn't facing Dean.

It had always been the Winchester system to have someone always be awake while they were camping. Still, usually it was Dean who laid the first nights' watch on Sam.

Dean was shocked that he had been to slow to see that that's what was on Sam's mind. Seeing that he lost that battle, Dean threw a pillow at Sam's form. "Guess I won't be needing that," he sighed. "It's probably better this way. I mean, you and me both know out of the two of us, you're the one who needs the beauty sleep."

"G'night," Sam slurred, leaving Dean to himself.

"Fine. I'll just catch up on some good reading," spited Dean as he picked a different book up without looking, entitled Mystery Spot.

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