Warning: Language

Sam came back into the cave after some convincing from Dean. He stood behind the others as they gathered around the radio to listen to the news that was coming through. The boom box that Jimmy had grabbed probably hadn't seen the light of day since the '80's, but at that moment, it was the best thing in the entire world. Everyone was quiet, listening for the noise.

"As a reminder straight from the White House, do not leave your homes unless absolutely necessary. The United States has enacted a civil emergency effective for all 50 states and territories. We will stay on the air with you for as long as we can in order to keep you updated on all incoming information…"

"Dear god." Jimmy said. "What do you think is going on out there?"

"Nothing good, that's for sure." Caleb said. He looked over at Dean.

"We need to get some sleep." Dean said. "Sammy, I'll come out in a few hours and take over for you, okay?" Sam nodded and headed out to his post. Dean sighed some and opened the Impala. He had slept there more than once in his life. "Lisa, if you want the backseat, you can take it." She nodded and crawled in. Everyone found a spot to be comfortable for the night.

But no one really slept.

After the sun rose in the distance, everyone gathered their supplies and moved a little bit higher on the mountain, where the trees were thicker and there was a lake with decent water. If it got too cold or started to rain, they could head back to the cave or another one to keep warm and dry. Lisa watched the boys snapping sticks and kicking rocks.

"How long do you really think we're going to survive up here on olive and Rice Krispies?" Rufus asked. Dean looked over at him.

"It's food. It'll keep us going." He said. Rufus shook his head.

"What else are we supposed to do?" Cas asked. "Not like we can walk into two and order from Marco's." Rufus sighed.

"Rufus man, we'll make it through this." Caleb said. "The government is bound to send troops here soon. We just have to wait."

"With this administration? I highly doubt it." Rufus said, rolling his eyes. "We'll be lucky if they can figure out their ass from a hole in the ground."

"We've got Dean." Bobby said. "He's a soldier. Or was one. I trust him to keep us safe. Right Jimmy?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy said.

"And I'm a nurse." Lisa commented. "So I can teach you guy's basic first aid and CPR."

"I'll volunteer for you to use me as your dummy." Caleb said, batting his eyelashes at her. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I know CPR. They made us learn in soccer." Sam spoke up.

"There, go be Sam's dummy." Cas laughed. Caleb punched him in the shoulder.

"Shut up Cas." Caleb growled. Rufus busted out laughing, watching Cas and Caleb fight just like old time. It was almost like twenty-four hours ago, their worlds weren't turned upside down by an invasion. Or that they just left their families behind. Dean started work on a fire then. HE had grabbed some cans of soup and beans while they were at the store. The adrenaline had worn off and now he was feeling hungry. And he sure the boys and Lisa were too.

Sam walked over after a little bit. The boys were telling embarrassing stories to Lisa, and Sam wasn't really in the mood for that. Instead, he took up the task of finding firewood for Dean. When they were kids, John used to take Dean and Sam hiking and camping up in these very mountains. He taught them basic survival that he had learned while over in Vietnam. He taught them how to hunt, how to fish, and what natural vegetation they could eat and what to stay away from. Sam had usually gotten the task of searching for firewood while Dean and John did other things. But that was before Dean had left. John took Sam hiking once after that, but he was always too busy. Sam and the boys took it up though, and the epic parties they would throw would have made Dean proud.

"Thanks Sammy." Dean said, taking the bundle from Sam.

"You know, you really don't have to call me Sammy all the time. I'm not a twelve with baby fat anymore." Dean looked over at his brother. He had lost quite a bit of weight since the last time Dean was home. And he had gotten a lot taller. It was only a matter of time before he bypassed Dean. All the soccer had been good for the kid. And he really was the kid of the group. He wouldn't be 18 until right before his graduation and the only reason for that was because he skipped a grade in elementary school.

"Eh, I like it. Been doing it for seventeen years. Why stop now?" He flashed his signature smile at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and watched the fire burn for a little bit before he spoke up again.

"Do you think dad's okay?" Sam asked. Dean looked over at his brother.

"Dad's a hard headed son of a bitch. I'm sure he's perfectly fine." Dean said, even though he wasn't entirely sure about that. He wanted to have faith in his dad, that he would be fine and they would all be reunited in a few days, week tops, but a nagging part in his head told him that wouldn't be the case. But he wasn't going to let Sam know that. Sam needed to know that everything would be okay and that his brother was going to protect him. And that they weren't going to lose their dad too. And Sam seemed to accept Dean's answer, because he didn't say any more about it.

"You think being stranded on a mountain while the country is invaded will be a good enough excuse for not returning from leave?" Sam asked with a smile. Dean laughed some.

"Well, probably, but I'm not on leave." Dean said. "I was actually transferred to a base in Colorado with a shiny new promotion. I'm a sergeant." Dean said. "So I should be around more often. Even though someone is running off to California."

"In my defense, if the school in Texas I applied to offered me the scholarships Stanford is offering me, I'd go there too." Sam laughed. Dean just smirked and shook his head. "I guess it won't matter though if we're stuck up here."

"We just need to wait it out." Dean said. "I got some buddies that are going to come kick some ass and we can go home. Hell, I'll even let you have a beer when this is all done and over with." Sam smiled some. This was the most him and Dean had talked in a long time. They had been drifting for a while, and one day something just snapped and Sam didn't want to be friends with his brother anymore.

"You know they're talking about us, right?" Sam commented, glancing over at the boys and Lisa. Dean sighed.

"Yeah I know. Lisa's probably asking why we're so worried about our dad but not our mom." Dean sighed. "I'll talk to her later about it. Get it out of the way." Sam nodded.

"She's nice." Sam said. "Doesn't really seem like your type though."

"She was for one night." Dean said with a wink. Sam made a face.

"That's gross dude." Sam shook his head.

"I'm guessing that they're all staying." Dean commented. He looked at all of their supplies. "This will probably last us for long enough if you guys can keep your teenage hunger at bay." There were leaves and grass crunching under foot as the others made their way to the fire.

"It's chilly." Jimmy said. Dean nodded and scooted over by Sam, indicating for the others to take a seat. Lisa set across the fire from Dean, watching him and not even trying to hide it. Dean looked up and made eye contact with her. She was about to say something when Caleb spoke up.

"How long do you think we're going to be here?" Caleb asked. Dean looked up at the sky as the sound of a plane filled the air. No one spoke, like they were afraid the person piloting the plane could hear them and would come for them.

"Hear that?" Dean asked after a second. "When we can't hear that anymore, that's when we can go back home."