Family Trip

The traffic was very light when John and his three kids flew down the interstate heading straight for New Hampshire. John felt out of place as he could listen to the Impala, his son now owned, had been well kept through the years. He looked over at his oldest son, stone faced and determined to get to New Hampshire in record time. John knew Dean was turning into a fine hunter by the way he settled himself into the position. John turned to look at his two other kids both fast asleep since Dean forced them all out in the car at three in the morning to get headed to beat all the cops between South Dakota and Iowa. This left Dean and John time to discuss something that John knew was a bad mistake to place on Dean's shoulders

"Dean," John said his voice soft as he turned to look at his oldest son his hard features lined with faint scars from the accident. "I have a confession to tell you."

"Dad why are you bringing this up when Sam and Christy are in the back?" Dean threw a thumb at the two sleeping forms. "Let's wait until we stop for gas please."

"I wanted to apologize for what I told you before I...before I..." John felt something strange wash over him. Like the feeling of being tossed in a warm bath.

"Dad everything okay?" Dean questioned, John could feel the car slowing down. "Want me to pull over?"

"No," John said as the feeling had passed. "Just strangely feeling lightheaded. I think I'm gonna close my eyes for a few." Dean nodded worried what might be happening to his dad.

~Glowing Eyes~

"I would like the Breakfast Grand Slam with extra meat," Dean said to the waitress at the Diner he had insisted on stopping by and getting something to eat. "Eggs overeasy, and a short stack please." Dean closed his menu and handed it to the waitress who was smiling as she wrote down his choice of food.

She turned to look at John who was looking at Dean with the look of being impressed at the amount of food his oldest was going to attempt to consume. "I'll have the Little League Breakfast." John said seeing the waitress waiting for him. "Eggs overeasy and wheat toast please." The waitress nodded and took John's menu before turning to Sam.

"Veggie Omelet with wheat toast please." Sam and Dean shook his head and Sam smiled up at the waitress. "And I side of bacon please."

"You got it," the waitress was smiling sweetly at Sam who lowered his eyes once she had his menu. "And you Miss?"

"I'll just have your breakfast burrito with Sausage." Christina smiled up at Dean who looked as though he was about to be sick. "Extra onions and I would like an order of your sausage links and sourdough toast please." She handed her menu and the waitress walked off, swaying her butt from side to side hoping the get the attention from the two younger men at her last table's attention. Only one was taking the bait while the other one pulled out his laptop and opened up the internet search.

"You know you're going to have ride with your ass out of the window." Dean snarled at Christina who smiled brightly squinting her eyes. "Dad I'm sorry you'd have to suffer for it."

"I don't get that bad of gas, Dean." Christina shook her head as she picked up her coffee. "Don't forget our brother is the worst."

"True." Dean nodded making Sam roll his eyes.

"So," Sam said typing on his laptop. "'He said changing the subject.' I did some more research on that school before we left," He flipped his laptop around showing his siblings and dad what he had found. "It was built in 1897. A. Ferguson built it to only accept boys from ages from 12 to 19. But the school back in the 1970's started with a trial run of being co-ed. It didn't work well, with Ferguson's grandson who owned it at the time."

"Why? He didn't like women?" Christina asked taking another sip of coffee.

"He didn't think women had the capacity to learn as hard as men." Sam answered and saw the upset look on his sister's face. "But now the great grandson of Ferguson. Robert Pulseson, now runs the school and it's now been co-ed for three years."

"So it took A. Ferguson's great grandson to finally allow girls to attend his great grandfather's school for three years?" Dean asked and Sam nodded. "So when did these strange activities start?"

"Last year." Sam said. "At least that's according to the history of this place. "A Professor N. Lancaster. Reported, 'Several of my students went from below average to straight A's. When I inquired as how they got this way they all claimed it was a study date.'"

"So what's we've got a study date consisting of both males and female students who-" Dean was cut off by Sam who was shaking his head.

"It's just the male students that are getting better. Even the brightest of female students aren't doing so great."

"So what's the plan then?" John asked amazed at seeing his kids work even when his daughter just sat there and listened.

"Well, we have two choices, on we can pose as reporters, wanting to write an article for the school." Dean suggested.

"I don't think that's going to work." Christina said softly. "These types of schools have their own connections with any major news papers in town. We go in saying we work for one of them, our cover will be blown before you can say 'Extra extra read all about it...'"

"When did you become such a Debby Downer?" Dean asked and John saw the glare his daughter was giving him. He had to bite down hard on his cheek to stop himself from yelling his wife's name.

"I'm just being practical." Christina said and smiled as the waitress came with their plates of food, and Sam quickly placed his laptop back in his messenger bag.

"You guys enjoy!" The waitress said standing next to Sam who smiled up at her and she left leaving the table alone.

"We'll discuss this more in the car." Dean grumbled before shoveling a large bite of pancakes into his mouth.

~Glowing Eyes~

It was seven in the evening when Dean pulled up to a small motel in Brookville Pennsylvania wanting to get some shut eye before taking the remaining nine hours to their destination in Portsmouth New Hampshire.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Christina said already tossing her backpack on the floor. But John shook his head and tossed it on the bed.

"No, you're sleeping on the bed. I'll sleep on the couch." Sam and Dean looked over at their as their dad had that challenging voice he'd used on them when they were growing up.

"Dad, I am more then capable of sleeping on the couch. It's small, like me."

"You're a lady. I'm not your brothers making you sleep on the couch."

"They don't make me sleep on the couch. For the first few months of hunting with them I swapped sleeping with them because they were wanting to protect me." She shrugged then added. "That was of course before they found out I was their sister. After that I either slept on the couch, if they had one, or a roll away bed."

"But I'm your father and I want you to sleep on the bed." John looked over at Sam and Dean who had pulled out their sleep ware clothes. They had now turned their attention to their sister who shrugged and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "See, you listen to what I say."

"You're not sleeping on the couch." She said evenly. "I may be a woman. And I know you and Bobby had a discussion about me sleeping on the couch back at his place. But I'm also an okay person when it comes to sleeping arrangements. Now you're sleeping on the bed while I sleep on the couch. It would be a lot easier on your back."

"But-"

"Dad, you're sleeping on the bed. I'm going to sleep on the couch and that's final. Now let's get some sleep. We need to wake up early tomorrow." John was at a loss for words as he watched her go into the bathroom with her backpack and locked the door behind her.

"Is she always like that?" John asked seeing Sam and Dean who were fighting over pillows as they were forced to sleep in the same bed.

"Worse." Sam answered and Dean nodded sleepily already dragging a pillow to cover his head. "You should have seen her when after we found out she was our sister. She'd freak out when she was forced to sleep in the same bed as us. Of course, give it time. She might climb in if she's having a nightmare or even fighting with some thoughts." John nodded. He had to get used to seeing his kids still kids after all. He had a lot to learn from his daughter and from his older sons.