Warnings: Language and violence
It was quiet the next morning as Sam pulled the old batteries out of the radio and replaced them with ones they had gotten from Ryan and Cassie. It had been a rough night for everyone. Caleb had hid himself away and cried most at the night at the loss of his dad and the possible loss of his mom too. Ruby and Meg were trying to adjust to their new home, but it was hard and Meg was constantly on edge to keep her little sister safe. Dean had walked off into the woods for the night, leaving Sam in charge of a bunch of scared, displaced kids.
"Morning Sam." Lisa said, walking to the fire that Sam had going. "We're low on water. We'll have to get some today."
"Yeah I was going to head that way in a little bit." Sam sighed. He hoped that Dean came back soon, but he knew that his brother felt guilty for Rick's death. Lisa set on a log by Sam and watched him.
"Anything?" She asked. Sam was about to answer when a cheery voice came from the speakers.
"And for a few words for our brothers and sisters in the occupied territory. The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall." The voice said before disappearing into some Creedence Clearwater Revival. Crowley came over to the campfire then.
"I always wanted to go to Woodstock." He yawned. "Do we have any coffee or anything?"
"We need water for coffee." Lisa said. Sam groaned and stood up.
"I'll be back." He sighed. He grabbed the milk jugs they used to carry water. Thankfully, there was a good supply of water nearby and they would boil it before they drank it, just in case. Sam sighed and headed to the lake, surprised to see Dean sitting on the bank.
"Dean?" Sam asked, walking over to the lake. Dean looked up and saw his brother.
"Hey Sammy. What are you doing?" He asked.
"Uh, they said we needed water." Sam said, starting to fill the containers. Dean went over to help him. "Have you been here all night?"
"Yeah." Dean said, rubbing the back of his head absentmindedly. "I just needed a moment to myself." Sam nodded and finished filling one, securing the lid tightly on it before moving to the next one. "They too lazy to come get it themselves?"
"I wasn't going to wake Caleb up. He didn't exactly sleep well last night. And Crowley isn't the right person to ask to do a task." Sam explained. "And the others…I just want to try to make them as comfortable as possible." Dean nodded. He looked around then.
"Sammy, where's your gun?" Dean asked. Sam silently cursed to himself. He knew he had forgotten something. He had been on a mission and completely forgot it back at the camp. When Sam didn't answer, Dean growled some. "Are you kidding me? We're in the middle of a fucking war and you forgot your damn gun?"
"Don't start with me Dean." Sam sneered at his brother. "Just back the fuck off."
"Such big words coming from a kid." Dean taunted. Sam was trying to keep his cool, but he knew that if he stayed there, he would end up trying to hit Dean. And Dean had a whole hell of a lot more fight training than Sam did.
"Oh just fuck off." Sam said, gathering up the water containers. He carried them all back to camp, not bothering to look back to see if Dean was close behind him. Lisa looked at Sam as he came back to the fire. He noticed by the look on her face that something wasn't right.
"Rufus and Bobby were doing morning patrol." She explained. "They saw a truck heading up this way. About a minute ago." Sam nodded and set the water down and picked up his gun. He turned to see Dean standing there.
"Did they say anything else?" Dean asked. Lisa shook her head. Dean grabbed some arrows from a bag of things that they had found in forest. "They'll probably be out here looking for Native American artifacts. We'll give it to them." He grabbed some mud to cake on the arrows to make them look old. "Let's put all that training to good use, shall we?"
Ruby hid at the edge of a hill, watching the soldiers joke around like they didn't have a care in the world. She gripped her knife tighter. She had volunteered to do this, Dean was going to make Bobby, Rufus, or Cas do it. She had so much pent up anger that she needed to do this. She knew Meg was watching from the trees, and Caleb was just a few feet away from her. He wanted some revenge, and of course Dean was going to give it to him.
"Look." One of the soldiers said. "This must have been left over relics or something." He picked up the arrow. He looked out over the hill, looking for more of the arrows when Ruby's foot slipped and she slid down the side of the hill. Caleb cursed to himself and went for her as the soldiers did as well.
"Hey you son of a bitch!" Lisa called out, pointing her gun at him and firing. The man that had a hold of Ruby cried out and let go. Meg ran over and kicked him in the face, knocking him down the hill with sickening thuds. The sound of guns going off in the distance made Lisa look over. She could see Dean, Sam, and some of the other fighting off their own soldiers.
"Are you okay?" Meg asked Ruby, trying to distract her from everything going on around them. There was a loud bang before Dean was walking over towards them, his eyes cold.
"He was just a kid." He mumbled to himself. "Those bastards."
They all gathered around the fire that night. Caleb was working hard at sawing off the shotgun he had, trying to keep his focus on anything else. Cas had his knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the fire. He shook a little.
"We killed people." He said. Everyone stopped talking and looked up at him. The only noise was Caleb still sawing at the gun in his hand. "They were people."
"Yeah, and they killed my dad." Caleb growled. "So I say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell."
"One things for sure," Jimmy said, looking everyone in the eye. "We can never go home again." Caleb's sawing slowed then. Sam saw a tear fall down his cheek before he shook his head. Dean put a hand on Sam's shoulder. He saw Meg wrapping a protective arm around her sister.
No one really talked for the rest of the night.