Sam sat at the table working on math homework. His older brother Dean was in front of the television playing some new video game.

"You know dad said not to play video games until you were done with homework," Sam said.

"Yeah well dad's not here," Dean replied as he continued to focus on the video game.

"Fine, but I'm not taking the blame this time," Sam informed his brother.

"Sam, you're in 6th grade, your homework isn't that hard. It gets easier when you're in 8th grade like me," Dean said with confidence.

Sam rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore his older brother. Both of the boy's heads shot up when they heard footsteps approaching the motel door. It opened slowly and they let out a breath of relief when they saw their dad.

"Sam, Dean, get packed up," John instructed.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked as Dean paused his game and went to pack his things.

"You boys are going to a special school," he informed them.

"Why?" Sam continued to ask questions, not making a move to get packed.

"Because I said so," John said, effectively ending the conversation.

Sam scrambled out of his seat and began packing his things.

"Where do you think this school is and why do you think dad is taking us there?" Sam whispered to his brother.

"I don't know Sammy but if dad is taking us there it must mean the FBI is back on his tail and he wants to keep us safe," Dean explained.

The boys finished packing up and put their items into the back of the impala. They looked out the window as they left the town they had called to think of as a temporary home.