Hey guys…

This will be a longer story… it was the idea of me AND my sis… I'm just the one who's writing it.

:D The summary is again from my sis… like the title… I'm just too stupid to make these thing up :D

Okay… Read and Review…

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BUSINESS ABROAD

Prologue

„Hey sons" John greeted. Coming home after a rough hunt to see his boys was the best feeling he knew.

"Hey dad" Dean, who had just turned twenty-two, came up to his father, smiling warmly. "Good timing" He stated. He had just prepared the meal for the three of them.

"Where is your brother?" John asked, getting ride of his jacket.

"I'm here" Sam appeared behind Dean, winking at his father. "How was the hunt?"

"It was good. At least the spirit is wasted." John clapped Sam's shoulder, when he passed his youngest, before sitting down at the table. Dean smiled, when he saw Sam join their father, talking casually. He adored the times; he wasn't the mediator of the two. In those times, always after John returned from a hunt, they could just be a normal family.

"Okay… how was your week?" John asked; eyeing his sons, like he wanted to see everything Dean and Sam went through in the one week of his absence.

"Good" Dean and Sam answered in unison.

"What happened?" John asked, chuckling. He knew that this quick answer had to mean something.

"Nothing" Sam had blushed slightly, while Dean was trying hard not to laugh out.

"You know, dad…" Dean began, but was interrupted by Sam, who shoved a piece of bread into his brother's mouth. Dean only laughed harder, swallowing the bread.

"Shut up, Dean." The younger boy hissed, though he had to smile when he saw his brother suffocating.

"Okay…" John patted Dean's back, helping him cough. "What happened?"

"Sam's got a girlfriend." Dean looked at his brother, closing his mouth quickly, so Sam couldn't feed him again.

"She isn't my girlfriend." Sam picked, glaring, at his bread, feeling the heat in his cheeks. "I've just met her."

John looked from his younger son at the older one. Dean was smiling contently at the top of Sam's head. Though he was acting like he was just making fun of Sam, he really was proud of his little brother, rather happy for him.

"Okay… tell me about it." John nudged his son, grinning.

"Nothing to tell" Sam, regretting that he had told Dean everything. "She's nice."

"Aw, Sammy. She's more than nice." Dean ruffled Sam's hair. "He finally got his first kiss."

Sam gasped, not having guessed, Dean would tell it John just like that. "Damn, Dean." He shouted, jumping up.

"Calm down, Sam." John gripped the Sam's elbow, gently pulling him down. "Why is it so awkward to tell me?"

"You're my dad. You're an older part of my family." Sam whined. It was different to talk to Dean about this stuff, he was telling him everything, too. Suddenly he smirked at Dean, evilly. "Dean didn't tell you everything, too… you know…"

"That's vain, my dear bro." Dean chuckled. "I don't have problems with somebody know about my sexual life. I'm…"

"Stop" John chuckled, holding up a hand. "I don't want details." Dean looked up at his father, shrugging.

Sam shook his head, calming down. He couldn't stay mad at Dean.

The seven-year old boy suddenly winced, hearing the phone rang. "Easily startled, Sammy, are we?"

"Bite me, jerk." Sam whispered leaning closer to Dean, when John answered the phone.

"Yeah… later, bitch." Dean smiled at Sam, receiving a similar smile from him.

"Winchester?" John lifted his hand again, signalling his boys to shut up. He hadn't seen such a dial number in a long space of time. The code was 0043, it was an Austrian one. Mike. John thought.

"Hello" A female voice talked. John immediately turned on the loudspeaker, watching his boys listening up. "You are the John Winchester?" The woman had a strong accent. Sam titled his head, while John and Dean looked at each other, frowning.

"Who wants to know this?" John asked.

"I'm Sarah. I think you knew my husband Mike Bess?" The woman sounded like she was on the edge of a breaking down.

"Yeah…" John licked his lip, suspicious.

"He died a few days ago… and I just don't know who to call…" The widow sobbed. "He was on a hunt… and than… it simply killed him… I…"

"Hello?" John asked, loudly, when the line went dead.

"Damned" John cursed, standing up. "Pack your suitcases."

"What?" Dean asked. "Hell… what are you doing?" Dean asked his father, following him with his eyes.

"Packing" John stated harshly, before he turned around again. "Sorry Dean, I'm gonna explain everything on the way to the airport." He ran a hand through his hair, when he saw Dean's shocked face. "Sammy…" It was rare that he called his youngest by his nickname. Sam instantly looked up, hearing him say that. "Please go and get some clothes and other stuff we need for a long trip, please. You're brother and I'll gonna get weapons."

When Sam was out of the room, John stood beside his son; he laid a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Dean, you're gonna be okay?"

"Hm" Dean shrugged; all color vanished out of his face. "Do we really have to fly?"

"Sorry boy, there is no other way to get to Austria." John ran a soothing hand through Dean's hair. "You don't have to come with us." John suggested; receiving a funny look.

"I won't leave Sam alone… I'm gonna make it…" Dean breathed. "But don't tell Sam."

"Like you didn't tell me that he had his first date?" John titled his head.

"Dad, please." Dean groaned.

"No worry, buddy, I'm not gonna tell him." John assured. "But don't you think, he will see that you're troubled?"

"No" Dean stated, shaking his head. "I can make up a façade that not even Sam can see through." Not even Sam. The words hurt John a little, knowing that he would never know his own kids the way they knew the other.

"When did you grow up?" The older man asked, shaking his head, himself. "Come on; help me fetch the guns from the Impala."

"Okay…" Dean nodded.

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To be continued… as long anybody wants to read it… :)

It would probably really be a long one :D