(Chapter 5.

Thank you to ArtistKurai, EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester, PriWinchester and LilyBolt for your reviews on chapter 4.

I'm hoping that the next chapter will get into some action, but we'll have to see what my muse thinks.

This is unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Sleet was coming down heavy on the truck as the man drove. He didn't know where the monster was hiding but he knew he'd fine him, soon. First though he needed to take out his protector.

"So, Dean," Sam started to say as he stirred the soup "What do you want to do for your birthday? It's only what a week away?" Snow was coming down hard and the radio playing in Dean's room interrupted Sweet home Alabama to tell them that a big snow storm was moving through the Eastern states from Massachusetts to Canada but the news would keep them posted if they stayed tuned.

"I don't know Sam, I haven't really given it much thought to be honest." Dean said flipping a grilled cheese over reveling a perfectly golden side.

"Well do you want a party or what?" Sam pressed.

"I don't know Sam, why are you asking me? We've never really done anything for our birthdays." Dean said.

"Yeah well, I want to start." Sam explained.

"Hmm." Dean added another sandwich to the pan and removed the first one.

"So homework?" Dean asked changing the subject. "How did your test go in what was it English?"

"History, I got a B, I mixed up the names of who started women's suffrage in America and who started it in England." Sam explained "Why do we need to know that anyway? It's not like some random person on the street is going to come up to you and say 'Who started America suffrage in Britain? Answer me or I'll shoot you.'" Sam sighed.

"Well Sam, it's New York, you'll never know, there are some crazy people here." Dean said.

"Yeah, I guess." Sam nodded as he turned down the heat on the soup and went to get bowls. Dean carried the two plates' one each with a grilled cheese sandwich, to the table as Sam followed with the saucepan of soup.

"So, what do you want to do for your birthday?" Sam asked bringing the topic back to Dean's birthday as he sat down and dipped his sandwich into the soup.

"I don't know Sam." Dean said "But I'll let you know before my birthday ok?"

"Ok. But I do want to bake you a birthday cake if that's alright?" Sam said through a mouth full of sandwich.

"Ok fine, you can make me a birthday cake, and chew and swallow before you talk I don't want you to choke." Dean lightly scolded. Sam swallowed and washed it down with a glass of milk.

After supper it was the normal routine of washing dishes and homework.

"What kind of homework do you have Dean?" Sam asked as he read from his history book.

"English, we need to write different poems on something that's important to us in three different styles."

"Oh, what kind are you working now?" Sam asked.

"Well, right now we're working on odes." Dean said as he erased a word he wrote and stared at the paper. "I hate odes. What are you working on Sam?"

"History." Sam said "Oh that reminds me." He got off his chair and went over to his backpack and rummaged around in it and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "My class is going to Ellis Island week after next and I need you to sign the permission form." Sam put the form on the table. Dean sighed.

"Sam, look. I can't sign your permission form because I'm not your guardian yet ok."

"Oh yeah." Sam said his eyes down cast. "It doesn't matter, it probably won't be that fun anyway."

"Sam, I'm sorry, if I could you know I would." Dean said.

"Yeah I know." Sam nodded "You forged dad's name often enough on permission forms and well I thought, never mind." Sam said quickly putting the form back into the knapsack and sat back down at the table to read again.

"Sam, I'm sorry." Dean said sighing "how's this one weekend you and I can go to Ellis Island just the two of us hmm, how's that sound?" Dean asked.

"Sounds like fun." Sam said perking up a little bit.

"We could make a day of it. Get there early before the crowds and then we could do some other New York sightseeing. You know we've been here for almost five months and have not done any of the touristy stuff?" Dean asked.

"We went to Time Square with Rach and her family and watched the ball drop on New Year's Eve." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah. We did." Dean nodded "Ok so we did one touristy thing."

"Would you really call that touristy though?" Sam asked.

"I'm calling it touristy." Dean said "Hey maybe this summer we can do some stuff. I bet there's a lot more that we can do in the summer. Last year we kinda got here on the tail end and we both needed to start school."

"Yeah." Sam agreed then said "I can't wait to swim in the ocean." He added and went back to reading his history book.

"Hey, when do you think the person is going to come and make sure the living conditions are ok?" Sam suddenly asked.

"Sometime this week or next I'm thinking. I just hope they don't come while we're at school." Dean said as he yet again erased a word on his poem.

"What is your ode about?" Sam asked.

"The Impala." Dean said absentmindedly as he wrote something else down and read what he wrote. Satisfied with the word he continued on to the next line.

"Can I hear what you have so far?" Sam questioned.

"Not yet, you can hear it when I get done, now read your book." Dean said as he scribbled away on the poem.

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