Fall
MMPR/Supernatural
Fall 1993
Angel Grove, California
"Hey dad, what are we doing here?" Fourteen year old Dean Winchester asked from the passenger seat of the Impala. Ten year old Sam sat in the back and traced images on the window while he watched them pass the "Welcome to Angel Grove" sign.
"Checking out a case, son," John Winchester said with a sigh as he looked around for a motel.
Dean bit back a groan as they passed a brightly painted building that was pulsing with pop music
"But this place is so…happy," Dean observed.
"I like it," Sam announced.
"You would," Dean said as he rolled his eyes. "Is this a big case or a little case?"
"I'm not even sure it is a case, Dean. I'm just checking it out," John said with a tired sigh. He knew this place wouldn't go over well with Dean. Just the name told him that.
Sam's eyes glistened as he spotted a play ground as they passed the park, "Dad? Can I go there?"
John quickly glanced over at the playground, "As soon as we get settled you and Dean can go check it out."
"Wait, 'you and Dean'? Aw, man!" Dean groaned.
Dean watched Sam on the playground from his park bench. He did not like this town. It was too cheery, their park was too clean (not a single piece of trash anywhere), and as far as he could tell the city only had one bar and even that looked clean. Not that he was allowed in them just yet, but he'd never been in a town with only one bar let alone a clean bar. Sam kept swinging higher and higher and once he'd gotten as high as he could go Dean watched him jump. Sam landed on one foot and then face planted into the sand covering the ground around the swings. After the fall Dean called out to him.
"Sammy? You okay?"
"Um…Dean?"
"What? Sammy, are you hurt?"
"You better come and see this," Sam called in response from his spot in the sand.
Dean jogged over to his little brother and froze when his eyes landed on what Sammy was seeing.
"What the hell?"
There were five people in multicolored spandex suits fighting a great big ugly pineapple looking monster.
"I knew this town was weird," Dean exclaimed as he pulled Sam up off the ground. "We're going back to the motel. Now."
The two of them arrived back at the motel at the same time as their father. The boys stopped and waited by the car as John stepped out.
"Dad, we have GOT to get out of here," Dean told his father urgently.
"Believe me, son, I know," John said as he led his boys inside and they all began to pack. "The job was a bust anyway, and I think those primary colored superheroes have everything else under control."
"Who are they anyway?" Sam asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"The people in town were calling them 'Power Rangers'. They're apparently a pretty recent development," John informed his boys.
"No way a town this cheery could be normal," Dean said as he threw his clothes into his duffel. "No way."
