So there might be a similar story line as my friend's Dr. Serpico. But we are both writing our own versions. Please comment and Enjoy both versions "Beach Tales" is Dr. Serpico's.
Monterrey California. Temperature a calming 89 degrees in the shade. But in a black 1967 Chevy Impala temperatures range from between a cool 75 degrees to 98 degrees, which made John Winchester grip his steering wheel as his two sons 21 year old Dean and his 17 year old son Sam, fought to stay awake or even talk to each other civilly.
"Are we there yet?" Sam complained loudly sticking his head out of the rolled down window closing his eyes lovingly against the cool breeze that smacked it.
"Yo," Dean smacked Sam's chest making his younger brother hit back. "We have the AC on."
"Well, it's obviously not working because I'm melting back here." Sweat was slowly sliding down his face as he begrudgingly rolled up the window. "Why are we here in the first place?"
John took in a deep sigh as he held up a brochure that he had grabbed when they last fueled up the Impala. "Ever heard of a Vacation?" He asked and both of his boys' eyes narrowed with suspision.
"Really?" Dean asked not that he didn't trust his dad. It was that the last time they had a "vacation" it was really a cover for a hunt their dad was doing.
"I'm serious. There's no case it's just for a few days to rest up, and enjoy the sights."
"Really?" His son's excitement made the older man smile. But that smile faded as he slammed on his breaks just as a girl with blonde hair stuffed in a deep blue baseball cap with a dirty green backpack had stepped out into the street right in front of John. She was looking down at a map and had a few seconds before she looked up and stared into the windshield.
"Sorry." She said lifting her arms and then jumping back to the sidewalk. "Wasn't looking where I was going." John waved giving the young girl a small wave before driving past.
"What an idiot." Dean grumbled leaning back in the passenger seat. "Why didn't you honk at her?"
"She looked flustered." John answered turning into the hotel's parking lot. "It's California, she might have been visiting and I'm in a rare good mood." Both of his boys nodded before John turned sharply to a hotel just a few blocks away. "Stay here. Got to make sure we got a room." Dean nodded silently before scanning the area and smiled and waved as a group of four maybe five girls wearing bikini tops and short shorts walked past giggling and waving over at him.
The same girl with the deep blue baseball cap stood in front of him bouncing up and down on her heels as the lady in front of her walked off with a room key.
"What can I do for you?" The front desk man asked.
"Hi I had a reservation for Christina Walker." The girl said her voice high pitched and squeaky. And John could tell she wasn't no older then 15 maybe close to 16.
"Yes, I have you here." The front desk man said. "Will this be cash or charge?"
"Cash." She said quickly reaching into her back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a large roll of cash. John was impressed at how much she had.
"Here you go. Enjoy your stay." The desk man handed the young girl a key and she left. "How can I help you sir?"
"I need a room, please." John said and the front desk man began to type into his computer.
"You're in luck I have one left."
"That's pretty quick." John said laying down one of his many different types of credit cards. "What's going on?"
"Well, it's summer vacation and also the 17th annual surfboard competition." The desk man quickly picked up John's credit card and made a copy. "Enjoy your stay mister," he glanced down at the credit card then back up at John. "Mister Henderson." John smiled and was handed the key. He walked out to see Sam leaning up against the side of the car while Dean was no where to be found.
"Where's Dean?" John asked looking over at Sam who shifted his backpack over his shoulders.
"Went to chase after a few girls that winked at him." Sam groaned and John handed him the hotel key.
"Go wait for us here." John said and Sam nodded. He was handed the keys to the hotel and disappeared.
~E.S.~
John slowly drove down through the crowded streets of California scanning the area for any sign of his oldest son. A small part of him knew that Dean wasn't in any danger but as he continued to search for thirty more minutes with no sign, John began to worry is son might be in danger. That was until he saw his son being pushed out of a bar just a few blocks away from the hotel.
"The next time I say leave," The bouncer was saying when John pulled the Impala up front. "Leave." John reacted quickly jumping out of the impala to just barely grabbing the bouncer's closed fist before it made contact with Dean's face.
"Leave my son alone." John growled pushing Dean towards the Impala. The bouncer looked over John's bulky frame and shrugged his fist out of John's grasp and stalked back into the bar. Dean was lounging in the front seat a big smile on his face. But John's face wasn't at all happy anymore. "Care to explain?" John asked as they peeled out from in front of the bar and moved back to the hotel.
"I thought we were on vacation. So I went to relax."
"Dean, this was supposed to be a family vacation. So when we get back you're cleaning the weapons until we leave."