Mackland Ames sat sipping his coffee as he read the paper. He knew he only had a few minutes before the quiet morning would be over. The shower upstairs ended a few minutes ago and he just waited for either of the two young men to come down. He heard someone on the stairs. Caleb walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee maker.
"Morning."
"Hey," Caleb said, pouring a cup of coffee.
"There's eggs and bacon in the fridge."
"Can't be bothered," Reaves said, grabbing a muffin from the basket on the counter
Mac smiled as he watched his son take a seat at the table. "Dean up yet?"
"Yeah, he's taking a shower."
"He can't get those stitches wet," Ames remarked.
"Don't worry," Caleb said around a mouthful of muffin. "We sacrificed a plastic bag and some duct tape."
Caleb grabbed the sports section and settled into read. Mackland was getting more coffee when Dean walked into the kitchen.
"Dude, could you put this on tighter?" Dean said, holding up his arm. "I can't get it off."
"You're the one who told me to make it so the water couldn't get in."
"Thanks," Dean said, sarcastically. "Was going to use my knife to get it off but I didn't think Mac would appreciate having to add more sutures."
"You're so helpless," Caleb said, walking over to Dean.
Reaves grabbed the blond's arm pulling at the duct tape. He got the end started then quickly pulled.
"Damn, Damien! Just maim me why don't ya."
"It's off." Caleb shrugged returning the paper.
Dean rubbed his arm. "Yeah along with all my hair."
"If you boys are finished torturing each other I'd like to take a look at that arm before I leave." Mac grabbed the black bag off the counter.
"You always travel with your medical kit?" Dean asked.
"I knew you were coming," Mac smiled.
Dean just shook his head. "Dad gone already?"
"He was gone before I was up."
Dean sat at the table next to Mac. The neurosurgeon pulled on some gloves before cleaning the wound. If there was one thing John knew how to do it was stitches. Dean winced as Mac gently probed the bruising around the sutures.
"These look good," Mac said, spreading Neosporin over the sutures. "There shouldn't be much of a scar."
"Doesn't matter." Dean shrugged as Mac bandaged the wound. "I've already got plenty to go with this."
"If I don't leave now, I'll be late for the conference," Mac said, glancing at his watch.
After Mackland left, Dean walked over to the coffee maker and poured a cup. "So what's the plan?"
"What plan?"
"Dad wanted you to checkout an angry spirit," Dean said
"We don't always have to do what he says." Reaves saw the 'have you lost your mind' look Dean shot his way. "Yeah he did mention something about it."
Dean grabbed one of the muffins and brought his breakfast to the table. "Where are his notes?"
Reaves pushed a few papers towards the blond. Dean sifted through them and could see his dad didn't have that much information.
"We can't go with just this."
"Nope, we hit the library first."
"The library," Dean groaned. "Can't we just go stake the place out?"
"You're the one who said we can't go with just this," Reaves said, waving the pages in front of him. "Too bad Sammy's not here. He loves the library."
Caleb was taken back as the younger hunter got up and stormed from the room. The dark haired hunter was starting to figure out what was bothering his friend. If he knew John, the man probably never mentioned Sam at all. That had to be hard on Dean whose whole life had been taking care of his younger brother. Reaves knew it was hard when Sam left, but he never knew just how hard.