In order to make it to the Harvelles relatively early instead of spending all day on the road, Caleb and Jim determined the night before that they would get everything they needed to get together, the night before, and wake the boys up early in order to get on the road. The plan was foolproof, and would save them hours of unnecessary hassles later on in the day. The problem would be to convince two notoriously late sleepers to go along with the plan.

Sam liked to chill out in the dark until midnight, while Dean was allowed to stay up later, and naturally fell asleep with a stomach full of soda and excitement after watching the latest horror flick. As a result, he and Sam both woke up later. It would be a challenge convincing them to get the show on the road, and endure the tiredness until they could safely sleep in the car.

Needless to say, when their blaring alarms woke them up, even the adults were having problems adhering to their carefully thought out plan.

Rolling out of bed with a groan, Caleb made sure everything they needed for the road, was packed, and then set about making a quick breakfast of eggs and bacon for the boys when they would inevitably stumble down the stairs after Jim woke them up. Caleb was excited in spite of himself. It had been awhile since he had last seen the Harvelle family, and it would be nice to get out of their town for a few days, and commiserate with their friends that were more like family than anything else.

The sound of footsteps thundering down the stairs, brought him out of his thoughts, as he looked up to see Sam and Dean enter the kitchen, both looking utterly exhausted, and as if they had just rolled out of bed, complete with bed hair and dull expressions.

"Morning," Caleb said, looking out the window at the sun that hadn't even risen yet. "Ready for some breakfast before we hit the road?"

Dean didn't answer, instead he only nodded as he accepted the plate Caleb out for him. He wasn't used to waking up this early, and was in a grouchy mood as a result.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, as he blearily looked out at the darkened window.

"About six," Caleb answered, as he got some snack food out of the pantry. "We'll have plenty of time to get to Bill and Ellen's this way."

"This early, though?" Dean asked, with a groan, apparently coming out of his self-imposed muteness, and instead deciding to shake himself free of his exhaustion.

"Well, we've never done it before," Jim said, as he came into the kitchen, already dressed for the road. "And we'll be able to get there earlier."

Neither of the boys seemed to share their enthusiasm for their plan, as they wolfed down the last remains of their breakfast, before going to pack their clothes and other essentials for the trip.

At eight and twelve, they didn't need much help in packing for themselves. Only some prodding and urging in the right direction when they would get sidetracked by something.

"Ready?" Caleb asked, once they had lumbered back down the stairs, bags hanging over their shoulders.

"I guess," Dean said, as he began to head out to the garage with their bags.

"Wait, Dean," Caleb said, as he waved Sam on.

"What?"

"I talked to your teacher yesterday."

"And?"

Dean would have no idea why his teacher would be calling the house. Usually he stayed well out of trouble in school, and he couldn't think of another reason why they would be calling.

"She said that you were supposed to turn in an English paper."

"Oh. Crap," Dean said, "I'm sorry."

Usually, he took his classes seriously and made sure to turn in his papers on time, but the hunt he and Caleb had done, had messed that up and he had completely forgotten about it by the time they returned home.

"It's alright. It was because of the hunt, right?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"I asked, and she gave you an extension, but you need to have it back the next school day."

"Alright, thanks."

"So," Caleb said, as he handed him the paper, "on the way, you can start writing it."

Dean nodded as he took the paper, knowing it was completely fair. "I bet," Dean said, as a grin spread across his face, "that I'll be able to finish this by the time we make our first stop."

"I bet you won't," Caleb said, getting into it. "But if you _do_, I'll literally give you five bucks."

"You're on," Dean said, as he gave him a friendly shove.

Because he was supposed to write his paper, Dean made sure that he had his favorite studying music on hand for the session, as he plugged his headphones into his Walkman.

"Are you sure you can concentrate with that music blasting through your ears?" Jim asked, as he looked back at what Dean was doing.

"Yeah, It's actually better this way," Dean replied, as he got into a comfortable position in the backseat, making sure to anchor his neck in a way so that it wouldn't be sore for the duration of their trip.

"Alright, just make sure you're actually studying," Jim reminded him, as he made his first turn onto the highway that they would stay on for much of their journey.

"Yeah, Dean," Sam said, giggling. "Make sure you study."

"Shut up," Dean said with a grin, as he stretched out in his seat to start writing.

Once he got an idea of what he wanted his paper to be based on, the ideas flowed naturally, as the pen flew across the paper faster than his brain could catch up.

The paper was supposed to be based on something fictional that mimicked your real life. Dean could think of a thousand different ideas based on something fictional that mirrored something that happened in his real life.

Monsters.

Ghosts.

Parents dying by supernatural means.

Being raised in the hunting life despite his guardian's best efforts to shield him from that horrible existence.

By the time they reached their first stop, a Subway, for lunch, he had finished the paper. Except for the editing process that would come later, he proudly handed the paper to Caleb once they stepped out of the car.

"You actually did it," Caleb said, looking genuinely impressed. "Good job. Here," he said, handing him over five bucks. "You earned it."

"Thank you," Dean said, as he pocketed the money.

"Let's go eat."