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Chapter 8

Both Sam and Dean knew it would happen. Their father took off again. And honestly Dean did mind that Sam was angry, hell he was furious with their father himself. But as he lay in bed with Sam in his arms, tried to put all that out of his mind and, after a week of hell, get some sleep.

John had managed to find his sons and tracked them down along with the demon, Meg to a small town called Salvation, Iowa. Meg had been using his friends to lure him into a trap. He knew that she wanted the Colt. So he decided to devise a plan, but he needed his sons. He located them to a motel, and after picking the lock on their door he slowly opened it and was shocked at what he saw. His son's in bed together? John shook it off, Dean and Sam had shared a motel bed many times.

"Dean," He said firmly shaking his oldest son by the shoulder.

Dean opened his eyes and saw his father standing over him.

"Dad?" He jerked to a sitting position careful to keep the covers over his and Sam's lower body. He didn't need his father to find out that they were both naked.

Sam didn't wake up but snuggled closer to Dean.

"Sammy, wake up. Dad's here."

At that Sam bolted awake. He wanted to yell at dad, but one look from Dean told him not to so he just settled for a polite, "Dad? What are you doing here?"

"I need your help. I have been tracking the demon Meg and…"

"Wait, what? I thought we killed her."

"Apparently not, she's been killing off every one that I know to lure me to her. I think she wants the Colt so…"

"So, what's the plan dad?" Dean asked.

"I plan on meeting her, but not with the actual Colt. That's where I need you boys. I need for one of you to find a replica of this gun and I will take it to her and you boys will hold on to the actual Colt."

This pissed Sam off, "So you just want us to be your errand boys. You promised that we would go after this demon together, then you disappear again. Now you come back wanting us to run errands for you? Bullshit, I won't do it."

"Sammy, calm down," Dean said rubbing his brother's back. Then he turned to his father, "Dad you could get yourself killed. I don't like this plan."

"Well, that's tough. You will do what I say."

Sam scoffed, "No surprise there. Always shoving orders down our throats. You know dad I wonder if you realize that we aren't in the Marines anymore and that Dean and I are your sons and not your army buddies." Sam grabbed his pants, put them on and stormed outside.

John looked at Dean. Dean looked pained and pulled on his pants as well.

"Let me talk to him dad," he said and walked outside and found Sam leaning against the wall. He walked over to him and touched his arm.

"Sammy, talk to me."

"I am sick of this Dean. I mean sometimes, I wish we never found him or he found us. He still treats us like children. Or worse, like we're in the army."

"I know, Sammy. I am sick of it too, but sometimes we just have to do what he asks. We may not have to like it or even agree, but Sammy, he's still our dad."

"Yeah, well I hate him."

"Don't say that Sammy. He's tried hard to raise us. The least you could do is have a little faith in the man."

"I can't believe you are sitting here defending him."

"I am not. I am as mad at him as you are. I think his plan is ridiculous and he could very well wind up dead. But Sammy, sometimes, even if we don't like it, we have to go along with it. Besides, we'll make sure nothing happens to him."

Sam didn't say anything and Dean looked at him with sad eyes.

"Please, Sammy? Just go along with it for me?"

Sam sighed, but nodded.

"Good," Dean said and then kissed him hard on the mouth and squeezed his ass.

"Dean."

Dean shook his head and the two of them went back to the room.

"Sam, I know you don't always agree with the things I do, but trust me. Everything I do is for the best. My only concern is protecting you and Dean."

"Yeah, but dad, this plan of yours can get you killed."

"Sam, I am a grown man. Trust me, I know what I am doing."

Sam was about to retaliate with an outburst, but Dean pinched his ass telling him to shut up. Sam sighed.

"Okay. Tell us what to do.


Dean and Sam were waiting for their dad to show up.

"Dean, I don't like this."

"Dude, I get that. Now stop worrying."

"Dean…"

Dean kissed Sam lightly on the lips, "Stop worrying, everything will be fine."

Just then John showed up. Dean and Sam tried to act like they hadn't been kissing. John looked at his sons and wondered what was going on, but he shook it off.

"Do you have it?" He asked.

Dean pulled a paper bag out of his jacket and handed it to John. John toke it out of the bag and inspected it closely. He was surprised as to how much this gun really resembled the Colt. After he finished inspecting it, he put it back in the bag and put it in his pocket and took out the actual Colt and handed it to Dean.

"Dean, this is a bad idea," Sam whined again.

Dean turned to Sam, ignoring his father, "Sammy, I know that. Okay? I get it. Everything will be fine. Dad's gonna be fine and so are we. So stop whining."

John watched his sons in interest. He hadn't seen them act like this in a long time.

"But Dean, I have a real bad feeling about this."

"Damn it, Sammy. Stop worrying." Dean said. Completely oblivious to his dad, he kissed Sam.

Sam deepened the kiss slipping his tongue in Dean's mouth. John stood shocked at to what he was seeing. His sons? Making out like a couple of kids?

"Ahem," John said clearing his throat and the boys pulled away.

"Shit," Dean muttered.

John didn't say anything about what he saw and gave them strict instructions, and then he left.

TBC...