Hello everyone.
Okay, i'll make this quick because I know your here to read. But to answer a question I received.
Yes, there will be a bit of Destiel, but it will not be playing a major roll in this story. Because it's not a major part, I don't know if I'm gonna bring it in as an established relationship, or they will get together in the story, but I think that will mess with the plot a bit.
Now on with the story.
Chapter 4: Road Trip
John pulled into a bar somewhere in Wyoming. He woke Dean up when he parked. "Dean, I need you to stay in here with Sam. I'll try to be quick, but I'm gonna have to go in and get some money. Don't draw attention to yourself. If anything attacks, try to get away, and come and get me. Stay in the car. John ordered. He didn't know what had cropped up in this time, but they where weaponless, and therefore, had no way of defending themselves from anything supernatural.
Dean watched as his father walked into the bar. He sat back in his seat and looked behind him at his brother. Sam had curled himself up in the back seat and fallen asleep in a position that did not look comfortable. The seat was huge, Sam could have easily stretched out on it. That meant he must have not wanted to fall asleep. Which Dean understood, Sam was worried, Dad was worried, hell, he was worried. They had never heard of anything like this and he was pretty sure he hadn't run into any Delorians, questionable phone booths, or police boxes in the past few days. There definitely weren't any at the hotel. What was he thinking, this wasn't a T.V. show or a movie. This was real life and those things didn't exist. He laughed to himself a bit for that. How many people had told him that about the things that he had been hunting for most of his life.
Looking around, he continued to marvel at how much things changed, yet stayed the same. The people who hung out at these kinds of bars where still the same old bikers and workers. Small towns didn't have that much of a revenue for these kinds of places he guessed. No matter how many of these places he visited, it always felt like the same one, that he'd been there before, many, many times. Looking back at his brother again, he checked to make sure he was still asleep. Sam was not a fan bars. He never liked the way people would look into the windows at them with that pitying look. Or some of the more unpleasant looks at either of them from some very shady looking characters. When they where younger, Dean would make sure the doors where locked, and kept Sammy with him until there father would step in. They usually would have to leave town pretty quickly after that. Once Dean had gotten older and more capable of defending himself, Dad would let him fight his own battles, but would step in when it looked like Dean couldn't take it.
"Where are we?" He heard Sam ask from the back.
"Somewhere in Wyoming. Dad's in the bar getting some gas money. Said he'd be back as soon as possible and to stay in the car." Dean said looking back at his brother.
"Wyoming already. How long had I been asleep?" Sam asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I don't even know, dude. I just woke up myself before Dad went in there." Dean answered.
"Right, how much longer is he gonna be in there? Or do you even know?" Sam asked, he didn't really like just sitting in the car and waiting. Luckily, he didn't have to wait to long. John walked out of the bar. He walked around the car to he passenger side and told Dean to scoot over so he could drive. Giving Dean instructions to drive to the nearest gas station first.
Dean drove to the first gas station he had seen. He filled up the car while John and Sam went in to get some food and something from them to drink, as well as pay. Dean followed them in once the tank was full for a pit stop. He saw his brother getting some waters and signaled to him where he was going.
Sam collected the waters and went to his father who was picking up a few sandwiches. "Dean went to the bathroom." Sam informed him as he got into talking distance. His father nodded as he indicated for him to head to the register. They paid for the food water and gas. They returned to the car and went to their sandwiches once Dean had returned and they where back on the road again.
"So, when we get to Bobby's, what's the plan?" Dean asked. Sam looked at his father at that, wondering that himself.
"I don't know, son. I can just hope he's still mad about that little argument and will listen to us. Maybe we've already gotten past it. But I don't know." John answered tiredly.
"Little argument...Dad, he threatened to shot you full of buckshot. Gun cocked and everything. He get like that from a small disagreement?" Dean looked at his father indignantly.
"Eyes on the road. I don't know, seems possible. I know I said some pretty bad things to, but hopefully it's all blown over. I mean, we are several years into the future." John said in way of an answer.
"Right, so what about anyone else. Could you get hold of them at all?" Dean asked, trying to keep it off-handed.
"No, though I saw cell phones in the gas station, as well as cards you could put on them for minutes. It's possible they've had to ditch the numbers we know in favor of the cheap phones that can be thrown away and replaced easily. So that could be a reason...Probably why my current number didn't work as well. Having to keep myself from being tracked." John answered, keeping the details that he had got from the church to himself.
"Ok, if we keep going at this rate we should be there by morning. I've got it right now if you want to sleep." Dean said to his father. He was exhausted, he could tell. He was just staying up now for their benefit.
"That sounds like a good idea. When you start to get tired, wake me and I'll take over. If we make it to South Dakota before then, wake me anyway." John ordered as he closed his eyes.
Dean set back for the drive, and turned the radio on low, looking for a local station so they weren't listening to air the entire way. As his luck would have it however, the only station they could get a clear signal from was some gospel station. No good music there, but at least it was something. Dean looked in the rear view mirror back at Sam. When Dad had stopped talking, he'd gone back to looking out the window. Dean knew he would be asleep in a few minutes. Over the years, Sam had developed a talent for sleeping in the car. Maybe as a way of making the long car trips faster. Time goes faster when you don't even notice it moving. At least he could do it in any car and not just the Impala. Dean knew Sam slept better there, so did he for that matter. It was home, despite it being a car.
Dean continued to drive through the night, keeping a close eye on the speed limit. His driver's license is expired here and it would not due well to be stopped and have to try and explain that. The highways where long and straight, which was boring. He flipped through the radio stations every time he crossed a City or State line to try and find something he recognized or could tolerate.
They crossed the State Line to South Dakota around 4am the next day. Dean shook his father awake and they pulled over at a rest area to stretch. Sam went into the restrooms after walking around for a couple of minutes. John noticed that Sam seemed to be pretty sore while in the back, curled up. Maybe that boy was finally hitting a growth spurt. He's always been short for his age, and skinny to. Dean was convinced he was going to end as the shortest one in the family and teased him about it. It had been awhile since Sam had last grown. In many ways John was grateful for that. The need for new clothes not as bad as they had been for Dean at that age. But kids did grown at their own rate. Sam was most likely just a late bloomer.
Rest over, they piled back into the car. John got in the drivers side while Sam took the front so Dean could lay down in the back. He stared out the window, seemingly in a trance, until John said something.
"So, you seemed sore awhile ago. Everything OK? We didn't miss any kind of injury from the last hunt we had?" John asked, wondering if that was the answer to the soreness.
"No, it's just being in the car I think. I know it's huge, but I feel a bit cramped. I'm just used to our car I guess." Sam said, looking out the window as the sun started to rise. His face painted a deep red.
"Well, we should be there soon. Maybe it means your growing." John said, nudging his son with his elbow and looking for some form of recognition to the possibility.
"Finally, but I doubt it. I'm not gonna grow much more. You heard Dean, I'm gonna be the shortest person in the family." Sam said with a glum expression.
"I don't know about that. There's no real way to tell until your an adult. And where Dean is concerned, he's only seventeen himself, he doesn't know everything. Though he may think he might, and the point of having big brothers is to ignored the little things like that. Just like it's his job to tease you every chance he gets. He's gonna do it until you grow. If you get taller then him, you can throw it right back in his face." John said, sending a quick smile to his youngest.
Sam didn't look so sure as he stared ahead. The rest of the drive was done in silence. John didn't mind, it wasn't awkward or anything, and it let him think. The sun continued to rise as they made their way closer to Sioux Falls. It was 9am by the time they entered town. They turned down the road to Bobby's. Stopping at the gate, John woke Dean and they walked up to the door, the tree of them together. Dean knocked, and the door opened, showing an older Bobby.
Well, there you have it, chapter 4. You likey?
Sorry updates are taking so long. is just not accepting my primary source of documents with which to write on. So I'm having to retype everything directly into Document Manager, and it's driving me insane.
