The only seats left open on the bus were in the back so the boys made their way to the back and sat. Old habits took over and Sam sat on the inside with Dean on the aisle, much like the way they slept with Dean in the bed closest to the door, Sam in the one furthest. The bus was loud as the children excitedly discussed what they looked forward to the most.

Sam took advantage of the noise and asked Dean a few questions that had been nagging him. "Dean, how did you get the money and signed permission slip? Dad said no. There's no way he gave it to you."

"That's right, he didn't. I've been saving up here and there. I was going to use that money for tonight. As for the permission slip," Dean paused and waggled his eyebrows, "I've been forging dads' signature for years. I took an extra one from the office, the secretary had left some out. Easy peasy. You see, Sammy, I don't always do what dad says. I just know what fights to fight, which ones to let go and then there's the one's I pray like hell he doesn't find out about. This is one of those pray like hell times and it's the most worth it one of all."

"Well, if that isn't the sweetest thing I've heard. Isn't it Tommy," Tucker snickered over the back of his seat.

"Yeah, the sweetest," Tommy sarcastically replied as he batted his eyes lashes.

"Wonder what Miss Carlson would say if she found out," Tucker smirked at the look of angst on Sam's face.

"Well we'll never know," Dean sat up so he was closer to Tucker; his voice taking on a hard-dangerous tone, "Cause no one is going to tell. Are they?"

Tucker paled at the underlying threat Dean's tone of voice held. He quickly shook it off and smirked in an attempt to cover up his unease. "I guess we'll see, won't we?'

Miss Carlson choose this time to make her way back to Dean so she could discuss with him what he would be expected to do and give him the list of names he would be in charge of. Once she headed back to the front of the bus Dean turned his attention back to Tucker. "No, we won't see," he snapped his voice icy, "There's nothing to tell. I know a few things about you, courtesy of your sister, that I know you don't want getting out. Something about you and Mr. Brown Fur. Not to mention about why you need a rubber backed mattress pad."

It was Tucker's turn to look angsty. "You wouldn't," he spat, 'No one would believe you."

Dean grinned, "Try me. And they will. I have the pictures to prove it."

"No. No you don't," Tucker stammered.

"I'll guess we'll see," Dean coolly replied.

Tucker huffed and turned around in his seat. A thick layer of tension hovered over the rest of the ride to the apple farm.

The ride to the farm took about 30 minutes placing their arrival at about 8:30. Miss Carlson had the student volunteers exit the bus first and line up so they could collect their charges as they exited the bus. As soon as everyone had joined their respective groups, she announced that they would head to the bakery barn for a bit of breakfast then the children would be allowed to roam the farm at their leisure as long as they stayed with their groups. Dean had Sam, some quiet girl named Josie, a nerdy boy named James and Sam's friend Allen in his group. He looked over and noticed that Tucker's sister, Sheryl, had the misfortune of having Tucker, Tommy and their two other friends Chip and Tyson. He could tell by the look on Sheryl's face that she wasn't very happy about being stuck with them and he noticed the relief on her face when Miss Carlson told her that she would be tagging along with their group.

Once breakfast was over Miss Carlson gave a few last-minute instructions and reminded the class that the Corn Maze Race would start at 10:30, sharp, giving the kids plenty of time to pick their apples and to pick out their pumpkins. She announced that lunch would take place between 11:30 and 12:00 and that everyone would need to be back at the bus by 2:00 so they could be back at the school no later than 3:00.

Sam and his crew decided they wanted to take the hayride out to the orchard so they pick their apples and then stop by the pumpkin patch in time to be able to drop them off at the bus before heading back and getting ready for the race. Sam was really excited with the group of kids he would be running the race with they were the brightest in the class and he had no doubt they would win.

Dean had thought it might have been better if they hit the orchard and the pumpkin patch after the race since he had noticed that Tucker had his group had planned on doing the same thing; he wanted to avoid spending any more time with that group than was necessary. He relented when Sam pressed him and regretted it when Sheryl cornered him.

"Hey Winchester," she called out, "Can I talk to you for a quick sec?"

Dean could tell she was upset and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. "Uh, I don't think right now is a good time, Sheryl," he tried, "You know we're on a clock here."

"Well, make time," she ground out as she pulled over to the side. "Just what did you say to Tucker?"

"I told him I knew about Mr. Brown Fur and the rubber mattress pad. Why," Dean asked trying to come off as innocent.

"Because, he threatened to tell my parents about it. You know how much trouble I will be in? Why would you do that?"

"Well, because your brother is a jackass and he threatened to tell Miss Carlson that I forged my dad's signature on Sam's permission slip. I had to shut him up and that was the only thing I could think of," he could tell she wasn't really caring about his problem so he tried another tactic. "Look," he started putting as much sincerity as he could into his voice, "You know that Sam and I haven't had an easy time of things and I know that has nothing to do with you and all; but, your brother lacks the ability to empathize with anyone outside of his circle and Sam really wanted to do this and he doesn't need the added worry about being found out." Seeing this wasn't working he settled on another, albeit completely childish, tactic, "He started it. I finished it," he threw over his shoulder as he headed back to the group.

'What was that all about," Sam nervously asked.

'Don't worry about it, kiddo. Let's just go have a good time," Dean answered climbing onto the trailer, piled high with hay, behind the tractor.

Sam found it hard not to worry with Tucker sitting there looking all self-satisfied and Dean sitting there looking like he was plotting revenge. "Oh, this should be a fun day," Sam mumbled as he followed his brother on the trailer.