It's been awhile since I have written anything. I figured I would try it again. Halloween is my favorite holiday so what better time to get back at it. I do not own anything Supernatural related, but I do like playing with their universe.

John Winchester sighed as he told his youngest, "No," for what felt like the hundredth time. He rubbed his temples as he felt his patience wearing thin and he prayed that Sam would drop it already. He looked down at the twelve-year old standing before him, felt his last nerve snap. "Sam," he hissed, "Drop it. You're not going and that's final." He looked at his youngest and knew the fight wasn't over.

"Why," Sam grumped, "All the other kids are."

"Because I said so. Now drop it," John seethed out and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't get it," Sam began but was cut off before he could finish.

"You don't have to get it, Sam," John snarled, hoping Sam would pick up on the fact he was dancing dangerously close to the edge, "You just have to do as your told. Now drop it."

"No," Sam spat out, "I won't. I don't get it. It's a pumpkin and apple farm and a corn maze. It's a school trip. I'll be with teachers and friends. We'll be home before dark. What's your problem?"

"What's my problem," John shouted; his voice grew louder as he continued, "What's my problem? Well, right now my problem is a son who seems to have forgotten who's in charge. You're not going Sam and that's final. You know what day, today is. You know the inherent dangers that come with the day." Seeing Sam setting himself up for a rebuttal John held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it Sam," He bit out, "The veil is weak today and tonight it will be virtually non-existent. I'm not taking any chances and neither are you."

"Why do you always have to be such a dick," Sam shouted and stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him.

Dean, who had been watching the unpleasant scene from the kitchen entranceway winced at the bang the slammed door made. "Shit," he thought as he watched his dad turn twenty shades of purple before settling on beet red. "Dad," the sixteen-year old hesitantly asked, "what if I went with him? I mean they're asking if some of us high schoolers would like to go along as chaperones. I could volunteer. You know go and keep an eye on him."

John took a deep breath. He knew this was Dean's way of looking out for Sam and he didn't want to discourage that; but he also needed Dean to stop babying Sam. He needed Dean to be harder on Sam; to help Sam really understand the dangers out there. He needed Dean to have his back on this and not Sam's. "And, just what good would that do," John asked as he turned to face his oldest, "It's not as if you'd be able to carry your knife or gun with you. I trained you better than that. It's Halloween. I have that hunt over in Sonoma Springs and I don't need to be worried about the both of you out in the open with no protection. The answer is no and Sam's just going to have to accept it. I need to know that you will follow this order and trust that you will both be back here in the apartment right after school. I mean it Dean."

"Yeah, ok," Dean reluctantly lied than re-enforced the lie when he saw the disbelieving look on his father's face, "Really dad, I promise. No field trip for Sam and we'll back in the apartment right after school lets out."

"I'm counting on you Dean. Tyler really needs my help on this hunt and I need to know that you boys will be safe while I'm gone." John grabbed his duffle off the floor only to place it right back down. He looked at Dean and then at the front door and sighed. "Maybe I should have Tyler check to see if there's anyone else who is close enough to help. The way Sam's acting. It doesn't feel right leaving you here to deal with it."

It was Dean's turn to let out a sigh. "I got this," he answered, "Tyler needs someone now. The hunt can't wait. I can handle Sam. I'll pick up a few movies on the way home and some candy. It'll be alright. I got this."

John looked his son in the eye and, even though it still felt wrong, decided the boys would be ok for a few days. He opened the front door and ran right into his youngest who in that moment had John rethinking his decision.

"Sam," John waited until Sam looked at him before he continued, "I meant what I said. You are not to go on that field trip. Dean will be at your school to pick you up, right after. He mentioned that you two might want to pick up some movies and candy on the way home and that'll be ok, but I want you both home after that. While I'm gone Dean's in charge. I expect you to listen to him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, your majesty. Whatever you say oh majestic one," Sam snarked back while performing a dramatic bow.

"Sam," John ground out then scrubbed his hand down his face.

Dean sensing the tension building grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him off the apartment's front steps. He stopped and looked back at his dad, "It's all good here. Got it covered. Will see you in a few days." He