Chapter 2
A half hour later the convoy turns into a hidden drive in a thick forest. They pull up to a massive cabin and park. The cabin and the grounds are guarded against demon and other evil creatures. Everyone exit the vehicles. Both Cass and Dean are put on stretchers then brought into cabin. Kevin leaning on the Impala tries to walk.
"Did you have to hit me so hard?" Kevin looks up at Sam and asks.
"Sorry, I'm use to hitting monsters or Dean. I'll help you in." Sam says as he throws Kevin over his shoulder like a doll then enters the cabin.
Inside the cabin the two doctors take care of Dean, Cass and two rescuers while the rest of the hunters patch each other up. Sam takes care of Kevin's wounds.
"Who's going to patch you up?" Kevin asks.
"Trace, where's your bathroom?" Sam asks looking over at Trace.
Trace points to a partially open door and says, "Over there."
"The same person who usually does, me," Sam replies.
When Sam is done patching Kevin up, he goes into bathroom, cleans and patches his own wounds.
An hour later everyone, including Cass and Dean, are sitting around a lit fireplace. Both Cass and Dean are in wheelchairs and awake.
"Why am I in this chair?" Cass asks.
"Cass, you can't stand. You barely can sit up," Dean replies.
"So you can't stand either." Cass states.
"I can stand," Dean replies and pulls his arms up so everyone can see he's cuffed to the chair.
"He's restrained so he doesn't pull his stitches." The female doctor replies.
"Sam, where did you learn to sew yourself up?" Kevin asks.
"My dad," Sam replies.
"Oh," Kevin replies. "You all grew up in the business?"
"Sam and I did," Dean replies.
"So did Fred and myself," Trace answers. "The others we brought into hunting."
"How old were you when you saved someone?" Kevin asks.
"I was thirteen," Trace answers.
"I was nine," Sam states.
"I was this many." Dean replies holding up four fingers. "I carried Sammy out the burning house."
"I was going to suggest we have something to relax," Trace says and pretends to take hit from a joint, "but you're still feeling too good from the pills."
"You have some?" Sam and Dean ask together.
Obadiah shakes his head.
"What it's not a sin it's just illegal." Trace replies to Obadiah reaction.
"Sammy, do you remember when Bobby caught us with a joint?" Dean asks.
Sam nods with a smile.
"Tell the story," Kevin demands.
"I was twelve and Dean was sixteen…" Sam starts.
It's 1995 at Bobby Singer's place. Dean and Sam are upstairs in the room they are sharing. Dean is digging into his duffel bag. He pulls out a small baggie of joints.
"You already rolled them." Sam responds.
"Yep, Dad was at the bar all night last night." Dean replies. "You sure you want to try it?"
"Yeah," Sam answers. "There are kids at school who already smoke a couple of them smoke with their parents. You started at my age."
"Not so loud, Sammy," Dean says lowering his own voice. "You know Bobby won't be happy about it."
"I know. He is the mom of our family." Sam replies.
"Yeah, most of the time but without him we wouldn't have some normalcy in our lives." Dean replies.
"True," Sam replies. "Where are we going to smoke them?"
"We're just smoking one together. In that old hippy school bus it smells like pot already," Dean replies.
The boys leave with the pot and a lighter.
A little while later in the back of the hippy bus Dean lights a joint and takes a hit then hands it Sam. Sam takes a hit and coughs a little.
"Are you sure Dad and Auntie Bobby won't catch us?" Sam asks.
"Dad won't. He'll be sleeping last night off for a while and Auntie Bobby is in town." Dean replies.
The boys take another hit each. Suddenly the back door opens and there is Bobby staring at Sam and Dean.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Bobby yells.
"Getting high," Sam replies with a giggle.
Bobby stares at Sam then at Dean and gets really red faced.
"What Dad drinks until he passes out why can't we get high?" Dean asks as he takes another hit and hands it to Sam.
Bobby grabs the joint and tosses to the ground. He pulls Sam out of the bus and plants Sam's ass on the ground then grabs Dean. Dean tries to fight Bobby but he seems faster than normal. Bobby puts Dean's face to the ground, pulls off his belt and smacks Dean's ass with it.
"Because it slows you down and you become an easy target!" Bobby yells at the boys. "Is that the only one you had today?"
"Yes," Sam answers.
Dean gets up and doesn't answer. Bobby pushes him to the bus.
"Put your hands on the bus and spread your legs." Bobby orders Dean.
Dean does it with Bobby's help. Bobby frisks him and finds the baggy and a partially smoke joint. Bobby throws them in a nearby oil barrel.
"Bobby, you know how much that cost." Dean complains.
"It cost you six months in juvee. Is that where you want to end up?" Bobby asks.
"No," Dean replies.
"Then no more of this shit." Bobby yells.
"But…" Dean starts to complain.
"Boy, I was able to whip your ass. I shouldn't be able to do that. How are you going to protect your brother while you're high?" Bobby asks.
"We're not hunting right now, Auntie Bobby." Sammy responds.
Bobby looks down at Sam extremely pissed. Sam backs away and protecting his ass.
"It doesn't matter if you're hunting or not. Those things we hunt can get you anytime. Now go to your room, both of you." Bobby demands.
The boys head to the house.
Back in the present Dean finishes the story, "We never got caught by Bobby again."
"Damn, you know I would never think of smoking pot before I became a prophet but now I do." Kevin replies.
"When we're safe in our Bat Cave, maybe," Dean says. "Trace what was your first hunt?"
Some of Trace's crew head to the kitchen, most of them heard the story to many times.
"It was 1972, I was ten." Trace begins the story. "My mom didn't want me to go on a hunt yet she thought I was too young. So my dad lied and said we were going fishing. We even brought our fishing gear with."
It's the past and ten-year-old Trace is packing up the truck. There is a pop up camper hitched to the truck. The sun is just rising above the horizon when his mom and dad exit the house.
"Are you done packing?" Trace's dad asks.
"Yes sir," Trace answers.
"You two have fun and stay out of trouble." Traces mom says.
"We always do," Trace's dad replies.
Trace's mom and dad kiss. Trace's mom hugs Trace. She heads back into the house. The two guys get in the truck and head out.
Inside the truck Trace pulls out the folder hidden under the seat.
"Dad, what are we hunting?" Trace asks.
"A ghost," his dad answers. "Look through the folder, read the info, put down the questions and answers that you can, like I taught you."
"Okay," Trace replies and starts reading through the information in the folder.
It's an hour later Trace and his dad are at a truck stop eating at restaurant part of it.
"Report," Trace's dad inquires.
"Okay, about six months ago remodeling started on the old school." Trace reports. "Since then there's been several unexplained injuries and three deaths. No one died in the school violently or non-violently that I can find so far."
"Where do we need to go and what do we need to find out?" Trace's dad asks.
"We should check out the local library and museum and find out if there were any violent deaths in the school or on the land." Trace replies.
"Okay," Trace's dad responds. "Let's finish eating then we can check in a motel."
"With a pool," Trace inquires excitedly.
Trace's dad nods. The two continue to eat.
A couple hours later Mr. Adkins drops off Trace at the museum with a notebook and a pencil. Inside the museum he walks up to the employee.
"I wonder if you can help me. I'm doing a report about the local school. Do you know the history of it?" Trace asks.
"Yeah, I do." She answers. "Isn't school out?"
"Yeah, but my dad insist that I do reports on interesting things during the summer." Trace replies.
"Okay, come this way. I'll show you the school exhibit." She replies and leads Trace into the museum.
A couple of hours later Mr. Adkins picks up Trace and they go to the motel.
Inside their room they sit at the table.
"What did you find out?" Mr. Adkins asks.
"Lyle Sumner, person the school was originally named after was a slave owner and a racist. It was originally a Whites only school." Trace reports. "He donated the land for the school but the night before they broke ground he was chasing a runaway slave when got shot and killed on that land."
"That is exactly what I found out. Where is he buried?" Mr. Adkins asks.
"He's incased in the family mausoleum on their old property." Trace answers.
"Yep, I got the address and the map for it. I also talked to the injured and the family of the victims. It sounds like it is him." Mr. Adkins states. "So tonight we do some breaking and entering."
"We get break into the mausoleum and burn its bones?" Trace asks.
"Yep, but now go get you swim trunks on and we'll do some swimming." Mr. Adkins replies.
"Yes," Trace screams, runs to his duffel, pulls out his swim trunks and runs into the bathroom.
Later that night Trace and his dad slip through a hole in the fence break into the mausoleum and find the right coffin. They start to salt and put fuel on the bones when Lyle Sumner attacks them. Trace was able to light the bones before Lyle was able to choke his dad to death.
In the present Trace finishes the story, "The next day we went fishing then went home. Mom never found out, at least not from me."
One of the cooks comes out of the kitchen, "Time to eat."
They all get up and notice that Cass and Dean are sleeping. Trace, Obadiah, Sam and one other hunter put Cass and Dean on beds in one of the main floor bedrooms. Then they join the others in the dining room. Kevin is already eating when they get there.
"We usually say grace," Trace says.
"Sorry," Kevin replies and stops eating.
When everyone awake is sitting at the table Trace says grace then they start eating.