Chapter Two – Camping?

Early the next morning proved to be an obstacle for the Winchester siblings. After the movie and dinner they'd gone drinking at the local bar, handing Alana a fake ID to boot. But that morning came way too fast as John roused his children from Alana's room.

He was surprised at the sight, but when he shook his daughter's arm and she threw the blanket over her head, begging a migraine that he knew she was hung over. This was certainly new to him; the boys had hardly had any liquor until they were of legal age.

He knew he'd have to talk to Alana later about her irresponsibility, but for right now, for argument's sake; he was going to let it be. She was too miserable and cranky to talk to and if her brothers were just as drunk, they were going to be monsters to wake.

"Come on kids, time to wake up." He said, flinging the curtains open to reveal the bright afternoon sunlight.

"Go away!" Alana grumbled, burying her head under her pillow, which happened to be next to Dean who slept soundly next to her.

"I don't think so young lady. And if your mother sees you with your brothers, you're going to be grounded until doom's day." He said, "Now get a move on."

She grumbled and sat up, her red brown hair cascading all around her was really messy and her hazel eyes peered angrily to her father, "You are so mean!"

He laughed as Sam sat up, "Why do we have to get up, its 6pm, we don't have plans today do we?" he asked from the floor.

John laughed, "I want you to pack, and we're going on a camping trip TOGETHER. So get a move on, I want to be on the road in an hour."

They all groaned. "Go away dad." Dean said rolling over and facing Alana, he opened an eye and bolted upright, "Uh hi dad."

"Hello son, I see you and your brother couldn't make it to your rooms last night. I hope this won't be an annual affair?"

Dean raked his hair and was about to climb out of bed when he realized Sammy was by his feet. "We came in and began watching a movie, must have fallen asleep."

"Uh huh." John said, "Get up and go pack. Otherwise you'll wear what you have on for a week."

Alana fell back on her bed and groaned, "Thank you daddy, my life is just so perfect this time of day." She muttered.

"Well it was better I found you like this and not your mother. No cell phone and no mall for a week, what a scare."

Alana giggled, "Ok, ok, we're up." She said.

Sam climbed to his feet and sat on the bed, his clothing was just as rumpled as his sister and brother's. "I guess we'll go get ready and pack. See ya in a bit Alana."

She nodded, looking to her father. "How long are we going to be on this camping trip?"

"A week. Since that's how much longer it's going to be for the house. Thought we'd have fun."

She rolled her eyes, and pushed Dean out of her bed, "Oh joy, a tent, bugs and 2 brothers, just what I need."

Dean and Sam laughed as they left their sister's room. John shook his head, "I should lecture you about drinking, but I blame those two instead. They like to get into trouble and they dragged you into it. But this week there will be no liquor unless Dean has it hidden in his car somewhere, then you can drink, your mother may have a conniption but I think drinking in the woods isn't that bad, you'll sleep better."

"Yes dad." She smiled.

"Get dressed, I have a bagel with your name on it wrapped, you can eat later when you're a bit more awake. Your luggage is by the door, bring climbing gear and boots, there will be no cute guys around so you don't need all your makeup and all."

"Oh come on dad, I hate makeup and I like my jeans and t-shirts, I'm like my brothers, low maintenance. I'll be ready in 20." She said and stood, pushing her father from her room. "Now go so that I can pack."

"I'm going, I'm going." He laughed.

She dragged her bags into her room and closed the door. She only needed one bag not three. So she chucked the other two into her unused closet and packed all her jeans and t-shirts for the week. Once they and her under-garments were packed. She packed her essentials from the bathroom and zipped the bag. Satisfied that this was done, she dressed herself in her black jeans and a grey tank top, a blue shirt over that. She pulled on her Sketcher boots and stood. NO makeup and no jewelry, she was ready to go.

She pulled her purse from the corner and opened her bag, shoving it in as a last minute detail. Her cell phone and ID would be with her at all times. She opened the door to her room and realized that her hair was still a mess, so she grabbed her brush from her bag, brushed it back and put it into a tight ponytail. Now she was ready to go.

"I so bet my brothers are not ready yet." She said and yawned. Yelling, "You dorks ready yet?" she called out as she dragged her bag from her room.

Sam and Dean ducked their heads out their bedroom doors and grinned. "Not yet." They said in unison.

She rolled her eyes, "You two are such GIRLS!"

"HEY!" they retorted.

She laughed and made her way downstairs and dumped her bag at the front door. Her father and mother were in the kitchen, eating breakfast.

"Hello Alana, all packed I presume?" her mother asked.

"Yes mom, one bag too."

John raised an eyebrow, "One? I thought girls had to have everything with them at all times?"

She laughed, "No, I'm not Dean and Sam."

They snorted as they entered the kitchen, "So where are all your bags?" Sam asked.

"I only have one."

They looked at her in mock shock.

"Shut up the both of you."

They sat at the table, still looking shocked, she slapped Dean and pointed at Sam, "Don't make me hurt the both of you."

Majestic laughed, "Honey, get use to it, brothers, I was told, can be royal pains in the butt."

"Yeah, I already figured that much. They're more thorns in the ass than anything."

Sam shook his head, "So when's breakfast?"

Alana groaned, "No food talk please. I'm still not awake."

"Hung over Alana?" her mother asked.

"Um…"

"I know you are, your eyes are shadowed and you look like crap and not your happy morning self."

"I blame my brothers."

Her mother laughed, "We always blame them for everything don't we dear?"

"Yes."

Sam grabbed her by the waist and had her sit on his lap; she was about ready to fall over. "I think she needs a nap."

Dean snorted, "The three of us need naps Sammy."

John sighed, "Alright, I'll take the van, you three can sleep away the day."

They cheered, slightly. But that day was going to be pure torture on them when they reached the mountains where they would be camping.