Chapter 6
Stepping into the line of fire.
05:00 outside Jamestown Motel
It was not going to be a long journey but the cars had to be sorted. John wanted things just right. Dean had packed his duffel bag with Sam's in the Impala and John's SUV had taken most of the supplies. The vast armoury was split fifty fifty.
"Got everything? "John asked his boys.
"Yeah dad."
"Let's get going."
"Yes sir." The boys replied in perfect unison.
Both cars revved up and seemed to echo the order with gusto. A cloud of dust heralded their departure.
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Icelandic state park was just beautiful. Dean thought that he had hit heaven. Sam thought that too. Woods and lakes beckoned the hunters forward and the size of the park seemed overwhelming.
"Boys!" the crisp order made Dean and Sam snap back to some form of reality. "We are cabin number 3. Get going and start unpacking our supplies…" John turned to the manager and signed the agreement that Bobby had payed for. He thought to himself that it must have been hugely expensive. He'd give it back to him someday. When that day would come… he did not have a clue… As he left he grabbed three maps from the shelf at the side of the reception desk.
It took about thirty minutes to unpack everything. They had it down to a fine art. When it was all done the hunters relaxed on the huge couch and pondered…
"There's no bathroom or toilet dad!" Sam suddenly announced.
"Who cares Samantha…do you need somewhere to put your curlers?" Dean quipped back.
"Stop it!" John ordered. "We have a lake and a wood. This isn't a holiday d'ya know?"
"I'm not shitting in the wood dad!" Sam whined.
"Boy, you're lucky to have the opportunity to shit anywhere. Now behave and listen…" At that command the boys shut up and looked at their father. "Front and centre!" he ordered. The boys stood up immediately in front of their dad, shoulder to shoulder, with their backs straight waiting with apprehension for what was going to follow. It was never good. "Just because I gave Dean a free pass it doesn't mean that he's totally off the hook," dean paled a little at that… "and you Sam… when are you going to learn to think for yourself? If your brother told you to jump off a cliff would you do it without engaging a few brain cells…" Sam squirmed under his dad's penetrating glare. "You two are all I've got and we need to stick together, trust each other and certainly not lie to each other!", both boys looked down and waited for their dad to stop reaming into them. No such luck… "Dean you're the eldest, ya' know better than to get your brother to lie for you…now both of ya' listen and listen good. No more lying. If there's a next time I'll be taking off my belt and you won't be sitting down comfortably for a long time… I hope we're clear on that…" Dean and Sam both nodded yes looking intensely at the wooden flooring… "Right!... we're going to do a lot of PT for the rest of the day. You'll both run this circular route" …he pointed to the map he had resting on his knee. "You report back in two hours and we will hone our knife skills. If it is a balrog we need to get good with a sword. Bobby will be coming round tomorrow and he'll share all his intel'" At that Dean and Sam felt a surge of happiness. Bobby was like a second dad to them and they liked him tremendously.
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Later on that evening, an exhausted Dean and Sam sat on the couch looking at the map. They noticed that toilets and bathrooms were in the main compound and Sam felt a lot better. Dean also reasoned that this would give him the opportunity to meet with Ange. She was arriving the day after tomorrow. He already knew where she would stay. He could not wait to see her. To smell her scent and feel her body against his. The thought of her made him feel giddy. Only this girl had ever done that to him. She was perfect.
John suddenly snapped the boys out of their reverie… "We are going to have to check this place out as from tomorrow first thing. I want you in bed after dinner. We need to get some shut eye because we're going to need all our senses alert. Dean you are in charge of ammo and Sam you make damn sure that the weapons are in full functional order. Do I make myself clear?"
"Why do I get all the shit jobs?" Sam replied full of anger.
"Because you're full of shit littl' bruv" Dean could not resist throwing back.
"Sam. I'm done dealing with your lip and Dean you watch your mouth boy. Do you understand me?" John ordered.
"Yes sir." They answered quickly smiling at each other.
"Good. Get to it. I've kept some of that stew we didn't finish from last night." The boys groaned as John got out the Tupperware and gently slid the concoction into a pan. "It's perfectly good food boys full of protein" … Sam and Dean left him to it and made their way to their beds.
"Is he trying to poison us off dude?" Sam quipped.
"Well…if he is…that stew will do the job just fine!" Dean snapped back.
"I'm not having any."
"Coward!"
"I'd rather be a coward than dead Dean!" Sam snapped right back.
"He means well Sam. You know the ol' man can't cook!"
"Well he can eat his own shit then" Sam spit back.
"You tell him that then littl' bruv... go on… you tell him." Sam looked at his older brother and huffed. He knew that he would have to eat some of it but not too much. He then thought that if there were any leftovers he would shuv' them where the sun don't shine!
John had done a good job of laying the table and the beauty of the surroundings somewhat made the unpalatable "palatable" the boys thought. Before they knew it, the stew was gone and they all began to feel tired. "Go to bed boys. I'll wash up". Dean and Sam did not hesitate following that order and slipped quietly out of their dad's sight.
"He wants us out of the way Dean. You know that don't ya? He's going to hit the amber nectar!" Dean laughed out loud at his brother's comment. John suddenly appeared at their door and made the boys jump.
"I want you in bed. Lights out in five! We've got things to discuss in the morning."
"Yes sir!". The boys glanced at each other with a worried look, took off their shoes but did not bother to undress. Morning always meant the rise of dawn and they did not see the point of it tonight. They slipped into the very comfortable beds, smelling the clean sheets and fluffing up the eiderdowns to their liking.
"He thinks we're five…doesn't he Dean?" Sam whispered to his brother in a conspiratorial way.
"Yeah…well remember what happened when we were and we didn't shut up".
Sam thought for a little while and kept quiet. It was not worth poking the bear and he was dirt tired.
Tomorrow was another day.
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