Mr. Dean Winchester of 3807 Hunters Hill Drive in Lawrence, Kansas awoke at 9:30 on a Tuesday morning after a restful sleep. He got out of bed without waking his wife Lisa, and said a silent prayer to God: Thank you, Lord, for letting me choose my work schedule.
Dean enjoyed his job and how late he could sleep in and how much time he spent with his family. It was perfect.
His wife got to sleep as much as she wanted, being her own boss and all. She didn't have to work because Dean made so much but she chose to because she loved what she did. Their son Ben had a light school schedule, passed all of his classes, and was dating the girl of his dreams.
After showering, Dean called his brother at exactly 10:05 am, just as he had done every morning since... Well, for as long as he could remember.
"Hey, Sammy! I was thinking we could go huntin' this weekend. Moose is in season."
"Hahaha, you're so funny. Jerk. Tell Ben I got him orange paint balls for his gun."
"He'll like that, thanks. Has Jess reserved the hall for Mom and Dad's party?"
"Yep, we finalized last night. And then Mom called and said they're doing a quiet dinner tonight with the family. We said we'd tell you and come over around 6. Sound good?"
"Yea, sounds perfect. I hope they don't hate us too much for planning this surprise party."
"Hey, you know our parents. They probably already know and are just letting us have our fun."
"Eh, that's true. Well, I'll see ya at 6, then."
Actually, Dean saw his brother before that. They both leave their houses for work at the same time and, being neighbours, they pretty much walk in sync to their cars, Dean to his '67 Chevy Impala and Sam to his 2012 Toyota Prius.
They raced each other to work and rode the elevator to the seventh floor together and when they got to their offices, they closed the main doors then opened the big one that connected the rooms.
"I still say we should knock this wall down, move your shit to my side and set up a giant screen on that side. Epic Wii dance parties would ensue." Dean said, his feet on his desk and hands over his head.
"Why do I have to move my stuff?" Sam was signing some papers.
"Because you're the younger brother."
Dean would never have settled for working with a corporate attorney if his brother hadn't asked him to be his assistant. Then Dean decided to go to law school and now the brothers own Winchester and Winchester Law Firm.
Dean was happy because his brother was happy.
The day passed smoothly as every day before had. They made deals, their clients were happy, Jess and Lisa visited them for lunch, and there was no after-work traffic.
Around six o'clock that evening, Dean, Lisa, Ben, Sam, and Jess walked to the other side of Dean's house to Mr. and Mrs. John Winchester's place.
Mary Winchester squealed when she saw how much their grandson had grown, how far along Jess was in her pregnancy, and how handsome her two sons still were. Lisa handed her a fresh apple pie, Mary's favorite, and Mary squealed some more. John finally got them all ushered into the sitting room where he poured wine and soda and whiskey then sat down to inquire about his family's life while the women joined in occasionally from the adjoining kitchen.
"Ben passed his algebra test, did he tell you?"
"Mom, please. That's not interesting. Michael Jackson is since he just released a new album! I've heard a few songs and they rock!"
"How is that man real? He's so freaking talented I'm a bit jealous." Dean sipped his whiskey.
"Oh, hey. Something else I can use against you," Sam pretended to write in a book. "It's right up there with you wearing women's underwear and you actually owning an Air Supply CD."
"Wait! What is this about women's underwear, Dean? They had better not have been mine. Or they better have⦠Yea, no, neither of those situations is good." Lisa called out from the kitchen where she was slicing carrots.
"I was 19 and it was a dare and I didn't enjoy it." Dean said defensively, putting his hands in the air.
"That's not what you told me after it happened." Sam smirked.
Everybody laughed while Dean blushed and tried to yell over the laughter that Sam was lying.
"Not true, man! You're a cruel brother, Sammy. You have no soul! I told you that in confidence."
"Well, son, I must say the Air Supply CD is what has me worried. Have I taught you nothing about music?" John refilled everybody's glasses. "We are from Kansas and therefore to Kansas we must listen."
"Preach it, sister. Brother. Father. Whatever." Sam shook his head and laughed. "I've been watching too much Glee, all I think about is Journey songs!"
"Sam... watches... Glee..." Dean pretended to write in a book. "Yea, I keep track of stuff I got on you, too."
"Journey. Air Supply. Glee! These can't be my sons. Honey, you watch the news, any freaky stuff we should watch out for?"
"Paranormal Activity 4 is coming to theatres soon. And Justin Beaver or whatever is on tour." Mary said with a smile.
The conversation continued to get off track as dinner was served. The family sat around the table, laughing and smiling and having a grand time. Nothing could go wrong in this world.
Outside, a man appeared. He wore a dress shirt, black jacket, blue tie, and a trench coat.
