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Sam, Dean, and John belong to the almighty Kripke, but anyone else that has not previously appeared on Supernatural are the creation of my imagination.
This story is not beta'd, so any grammar errors are alas my own!
This is my first fanfic, so any reviews would be much appreciated! And MANY thanks to all of those who have already taken the time to review, it means a lot!
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John Winchester drove in silence for the duration of the short trip. Since it wasn't summer yet, John took to hunting in the vicinity of Sam's latest school. And while eventually he would run out of possible jobs and they would move, for now they were stuck in their latest craze in normalville. While Sam seemed to thrive on something so mediocre, Dean detested it. And John? Well, John felt like it was just another crux on their way to killing the yellow-eyed bastard that destroyed his life.
"The last kill was in the area of these woods, just south of town…"
And while John was trying to hide his anxiety over leaving Sam alone, Dean was just antsy over the whole thing. Yes, it was his idea, but he was having second thoughts at leaving Sammy alone … defenseless. Now, he knew, deep down, that his kid brother had all the know-how to take the bull by the horns and show it a thing or two. But that was just it … it was his kid brother.
"The last three full moons?"
"Yeah, so I'm guessing someone new, or someone back from a trip…."
John's words trailed off, thinking back, again, to Sam.
"He's okay dad."
Blinking, he looked at Dean, confused for a moment.
"What?"
"I said he's okay."
"How did you…."
"Because I was thinking about it too."
John shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand. They were going to set up camp in the woods, then begin scoping the area. Hoisting his bag higher, he motioned before trudging into the woods. After another long moment of silence, John grinned.
"It's a good thing Sammy isn't here…."
"Yeah, we all know how he feels about werewolves…."
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"Hello?"
"Hey dad…"
"No, I'm just … doing homework."
Sam grabbed a t-shirt and tossed it into the duffle he was packing for tomorrow night's camp out.
"Yeah, I remembered to salt the windows."
Sam grabbed a pair of jeans and, of all things, a very deadly hunting knife. Being raised by John Winchester, Sam knew better than to go into anything unprepared, even something as innocent sounding as a camp out.
"No dad, nothing at all, just the same ole…"
"Yeah, okay…"
He tossed a bottle of holy water into the bag, then a container of salt before hefting up his gun, his gaze drifting to the bullets.
"Hey Dean."
"No, I'm fine, just relishing in the quiet!"
A grin laced his face as he fingered first the silver bullets, then the consecrated iron.
"See man, I told you all the signs pointed to a werewolf."
"Yeah, me too, you know how I hate those things."
Tossing the silver into the bag, he shuffled his things around so his weaponry was hidden below his other things.
"Well, shoot big ugly and furry once for me too."
"Yeah okay…."
"It's SAM…"
"Yeah …" Then mumbled. "Jerk…."
Sam hung the phone up and looked to his packed bag, a grin crossing his features; he was actually going to get away with it! For some reason, that gave him mixed feelings. On the one hand he felt elated … he was actually doing something without his father or brother breathing down his throat. But, on the other, they had trusted him, and he was betraying that trust. Frowning, he pushed those thoughts away and dropped down on the bed to actually do homework.
"Lighten up Sam, it's not like they actually told you not to go on the camp out…."
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Friday had to have been the slowest day since the dawn of time. Sam stared out the window of his last class, idly wondering if there was some sort of time demon that stopped the world just to taunt him, making him all the more miserable for the pain his family had caused on demon-kind. That would be just desserts, wouldn't it? His one chance at doing something completely normal and some demon steps in to ruin it.
He snorted at his own thoughts just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Sam grabbed his books and went to his locker where he had his duffle of belongings stashed. A bit risky considering it contained more than just a sleeping bag and a change of clothes, but it couldn't be helped.
"Hey Sam!"
Sam turned and smiled to Katie, her own smile making his small one only grow all the larger.
"Hey Katie."
"You ready for tonight?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Okay, so … meet back here at seven?"
Nodding, he leaned to brush a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"I'll be here."
So Sam omitted a few things to her as well … like the fact that his dad and brother weren't at home, that they didn't permit him to attend, and that he wouldn't be going home until it was time to meet.
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The Spring Camp Out had been tradition for as far back as anyone can remember. It wasn't school run, nor was it parent chaperoned, though it was tradition just the same. The students of Sherman High would spend spring's first full moon in the woods that not only lined the edge of the school, but ran to the border of the county.
Robert Barnes had attended last year's gathering, but nothing was going to be as glorious as showing up some new Salvation Army kid, and putting him back in his trailer park trash place.
Leaning against a post, he eyed the young Winchester as he sat on the bleachers. Grinning, he slapped Billy on the chest and motioned over with his head. In unison, all three young men headed across the field toward Sam Winchester.
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Sam sat at the table, his gaze distant and foggy with his thoughts, his mood taking a dip into the balmy southern waters of hell. Yes, he felt great to be going out with Katie, but guilt was starting to riddle him for lying to his father. So caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear the group of jocks approach until Robert blocked the light that was shining on the side of his face.
Turning toward the shadow, he sighed inwardly, he really didn't want to deal with Robert and his gang at the moment. Rising slow, he met the wannabe bully face to face, Sam's smirk something that would have made Dean proud.
"You better watch your back, Winchester…"
Sam actually laughed, shook his head, then gave Robert a grin that was half cocky, and half shy. However, when his mouth opened to come back with that snarky reply, another voice piped up.
"My dad dropped me off early!"
Sam turned to smile at Katie, the dangerous look he was about to direct at Robert and his band of merry men dissipating.
"I can see that."
Katie looked from Sam to Robert, Billy, and Jacob, her smile only fading a fraction.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No … we're done…"
And with that, he hoisted up his duffle bag and moved to slide his arm around Katie's slender waist. Looking back, she smiled to Robert.
"See you out there."
"Yeah … see ya."
The tug that curled Robert's lips upward was anything but jovial, in fact, it was downright wicked. Waiting until Sam and Katie were a bit ahead of them, Robert actually broke into a smile.
"Tag … you're it."