So, just to let you know, Lilith/Alistair/ any other crazy demons that were after the boys were defeated. Sam and Dean prevented the apocalypse…yay!!! I don't want to get into any details in this story about how that happened because I don't care and it really has no impact on the story, but it will be mentioned. Please enjoy, and sorry this chapter is shorter than the other ones.
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Chapter 3:
The Carmichaels pulled up to the abandoned farmhouse early the next morning. Noah was sitting quietly in the backseat, gazing out the window, but his attention was soon grabbed by his father's loud voice. Matt cut the power, turned towards Nathan, and roughly grabbed his son's arm, "Now, you will do everything I say. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," Nathan said obediently while trying not to grimace at the pain shooting up his arm.
"Good. Now, this case is child's play. Any idiot could do this case with their eyes closed, but you're no normal idiot are you? You just better hope you don't fuck this one up or you're going to be sore for a month. You got that, boy?"
"Yes, sir," Nathan said. Matt roughly let go of Nathan's arm and turned to exit the truck, though he was stopped by the sound of tires on gravel. Quickly, all the Carmichaels and the family quickly turned around in their seats to look at the incoming vehicle.
"Now, who the hell is this?'" Matt growled.
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"I thought you said this place was deserted?" Dean asked as he pulled off the back country road and onto the farm's property.
"I did," Sam said as he continued to type on his laptop.
"Then why is there a truck here?" Dean asked pointing to the tan truck parked in front of the house. Sam looked up to look at the vehicle parked in the driveway.
Dean pulled the Impala up beside the truck, put the car in park, and stepped out of the vehicle. Sam followed his brother and they both began walking towards the truck.
Dean saw a tall man get out of the truck and turn to face the Winchesters.
"Hey, who are you two?" The man said.
"I'm Dean Brady and this is Sam Johnson. Who're you?" Dean asked the man in an authoritative voice.
The man glanced at the Winchesters, looked at the Impala, then turned to stare at the boys again, disbelief in his eyes.
"Bull-shit, you're Winchesters aren't you, John Winchester's sons?"
"Yeah, we are. Who the hell are you and how do you know our father?" Sam asked in a surprised voice.
"Well, I didn't know him personally, but every hunter knows about the Winchesters and their fancy Impala. I'm Matt Carmichael." Dean caught the sight of two boys getting out of the truck before he turned back to Matt.
"Hey, yeah we've heard of you," Dean said reaching over to shake the man's hand. "You just took care of a werewolf problem in Ohio didn't you?"
"Huh, yeah we did." Matt said suppressing a frown. "So, what are you two doing up here? I thought the two guys that prevented the apocalypse would be into something a little scarier than an angry spirit."
"Yeah, well, we were just passing through and decided, hell, why not? Besides, we needed a break from demons for a while," Sam replied.
"Are you working on this case too?" Dean asked nodding towards the farmhouse.
"Yeah, been training my boy to be a hunter," he said. "Hey, boys, get over here. These are my boys, Nathan and Noah. Boys these two men are Sam and Dean Winchester, some of the greatest hunters out there."
"Nice to meet you," Nathan shook the two men's hands. Noah just hid behind his brother, one hand in the belt loop of Nathan's jeans, keeping a hand on his brother at all times.
"Noah, say hello," Matt ordered.
"Hi," Noah saidin a small voice before looking down at the ground again.
"Kid's a damn mute. I can't get him to talk half the time," Matt said with a small laugh. Sam and Dean both glanced at each other and gave nervous laughs of their own. Dean looked at the boys. Something was off about them, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was.
"So, do you need any help?" Sam asked. "We're here. We can help if you need it."
"Yeah, we'd love it. These kid's drive me crazy. It'd be nice to have some real company for a change. Besides, maybe you could give Nathan here some pointers. Believe me, he is not a natural when it comes to hunting."
Sam quickly threw a pitiful glance Nathan's way who glanced down at the ground at the mention of his hunting skills. Sam had hated hunting when he was younger. Maybe Nathan just didn't enjoy it; plus, how bad could he possibly be? He seemed like a he could be a capable hunter.
"Sure, we'd love to help." Dean replied.
"Great, so where were you boys heading first?" Matt asked.
"Well, we thought we'd check out the balcony, just to see if there's any EVP there."
"Sounds like a plan. Boy, are you listening to this?" Matt gave a hard look in Nathan's direction.
"Yes, sir," Nathan said in response to Matt, who nodded .
"Good."
With that, the group entered the house, Nathan and Noah going last. Nathan thought the Winchesters looked nice enough, but they were hunters. Nathan had met hunters before and even if they looked nice, they were all tough and ready to attack at any moment. He just hoped he wouldn't have to protect Noah from the wrath of three grown men if worse came to worse. Nathan prayed that the hunt went well; who knew what would happen if he screwed up on this hunt.
So, I really hate this chapter, but it was really difficult to introduce Sam and Dean with the Carmichaels, and I just really wanted to get on with the story. I had a whole different chapter written and erased it at the last minute. So, this was written in like a half an hour at 1 o'clock in the morning. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, REVIEW! I'll try to get another chapter up soon.
