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Chapter 3. Change of Heart

Dean woke up to the sound of bird's chirping outside his bedroom window. He groaned and rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head. He thought that birds were way too happy in the morning and that just annoyed him. He especially hated that same damn bird that was always chirping at his window every morning. It was like a living breathing alarm clock.

He laid there comfortably for a moment before wondering why no-one was coming in to wake him up. Their father didn't like to let the boys sleep in and usually had to come in and wake them up, especially on the weekends. Dean rolled back over to face the nightstand where his alarm clock was sitting. He was surprised to read that it was six in the morning. He was even more surprised that he didn't feel all that tired and realized that it wasn't every night that he went to bed before eleven. Then he remembered what had made him go to bed early the night before. Sam had gotten into it with their Dad about the camp.

He sat up and looked across at the other bed to see Sam was still out. He quietly got out of bed and got dressed before heading downstairs, leaving Sam to his slumber.

Once he got downstairs he went straight for the kitchen to find his father once again at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. John looked up upon his son's entry and looked mildly surprised to see him.

"Morning, you're up early," John greeted.

"That's what happens when you go to bed before one really should," Dean said as he walked over and pulled a box of cereal out of the cupboard and made himself some breakfast.

"Is Sammy awake?"

"Not yet."

Dean sat down across from his father with his cereal, "Where's Pastor Jim?"

"He had to go into town to see someone he said he'd be back later this morning."

Dean nodded; "Anything worth looking into in there?" he asked pointing at the paper his Dad was reading.

"Not really."

"Is there anything that you want us to do today?"

"Get in some sparring with your brother and then do what you want."

"Yes Sir," Dean said nodding again.

He looked hesitantly at John for a moment, "Dad about Sammy…"

"Dean I have already made my decision," John said firmly, cutting Dean off.

"Dad it couldn't hurt just this once," Dean tried again.

John looked at his eldest son for moment before speaking, "Dean, are you arguing with me?"

"No Sir."

"Good. Now go wake your brother up."

"Yes Sir," Dean answered, getting up and putting his empty bowl in the sink before making his way upstairs.

Dean knew the reasons why his father didn't want Sam to go on this camp and he even understood where his father was coming from a little bit. But he also understood where Sam was coming from, although he wouldn't choose to go on some lame ass summer camp but he understood nonetheless. Besides Sammy was still a little kid and Dean liked to see him happy. They didn't have much so Dean tried to make it up to his brother when he could which is why he had tried to confront his father again this morning. /Well Sammy you can't say that I didn't try/.

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Jim pulled up at the front of his house and parked his car. He had just gotten back from town and was now looking forward to a quiet day. He soon realized upon exiting his car that he probably wasn't going to get a quiet day. Loud music was being played up the driveway and Jim had no doubt about who exactly was playing that music. He started walking up the driveway to see the Impala's hood up and a small cassette player sitting on the porch.

He smiled as he got closer and could hear Dean singing along to AC/DC totally absorbed with whatever he was doing under the hood of his car. Jim remembered back to when John would bring the boys over when they were younger. Back then it was a little quieter, now it was all loud music and cars and girls. It was good to see that in some ways Dean was like most other boys his age, instead of the, much too old for his age, boy he'd come to know.

Jim walked over to the Cassette player and pressed the stop button.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed angrily until he realized who had shut off his music, "Oh sorry Pastor Jim I thought it was Sammy."

"The music wars are still on I take it," Jim chuckled as he came to stand next to Dean

"It's not my fault the kid doesn't appreciate great music."

"Is there something wrong with the car?"

"Nah I was just giving her a tune up while I was waiting for Sammy to get his butt down here," Dean explained.

Jim looked around and noticed that John's truck was nowhere to be seen, "Where's your Dad?"

Dean looked up from the rag he was wiping his hands on, "He said he was going into town, something about getting his pay from that garage he's been working at."

While staying at Jim's, John had been working for cash in hand at the garage in town to help them survive during their stay. John didn't get day jobs very often but considering he had been planning to stay a few months John had taken the garage owner up on his offer of work.

"Yes I remember he said he had quit on Friday because of Caleb's upcoming hunt," Jim told him.

"I tried to talk to Dad this morning about Sammy's camp."

"No good?"

"Nope and Sammy's still pretty upset, which is why he's probably taken his time coming out here." Dean said frustration in his voice

"I'm sorry to say Dean that your father is a stubborn man." Jim said sympathetically, patting Dean on the shoulder.

"Tell me about it," Dean replied, giving a small laugh.

"Well I'll let you get back to what you were doing and I'll go tell Sammy to hurry up."

"Thanks Pastor Jim."

Dean went back to fiddling with things under the hood of the Impala while Jim climbed the steps to his front door. He walked into the lounge room and saw that Sam wasn't in there. He decided to check the kitchen before heading upstairs and found Sam eating some toast.

"Hey Sammy, Dean is waiting for you outside," Jim greeted.

"Yeah I know, I'm just finishing breakfast."

"Breakfast? It's almost lunchtime."

"I know."

"You know avoiding your sparring session doesn't mean you'll get out of it. In fact the quicker you get to it the more time you'll have to do your own thing this weekend." Jim told him sitting down.

Sam sighed, "I know that too."

"Then how about you get out there before I go deaf from all of Dean's music," Jim joked as they both heard the music being turned on once again.

"You think its bad now, trying living with it all the time," Sam joked back.

Sam got up from the table and put his dish in the sink, "See ya later Pastor Jim."

Jim watched Sam walk out of the room and heard the commotion that followed outside when Dean's music was turned off again and laughed. Those boys loved to get on each others nerves and they knew exactly which buttons to press.

He set about making lunch for everyone knowing that both Dean and Sam would be hungry when they returned to the house and John would most likely be hungry when he got back from town. At least part of his afternoon was going to be quiet.

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John pulled his truck up behind the Impala and turned off the ignition. He looked down at his watch and saw that it was nearly two pm. He'd been thinking a lot while he was in town about the boys, more importantly about Sam's request. But he was still going to stand by his decision. It just wasn't doable. He didn't want Sam to be somewhere alone not to mention that the boy would be gone for a month by himself. He'd be lying to himself if Sam's safety was all he was worried about. He was also concerned that if Sam got a taste of the normal things in life that he might eventually want to leave for good and John didn't think he could take that.

He climbed out of his truck and made his way up the steps to the house where he could hear talking inside. He knew by experience that the atmosphere was going to be awkward once he entered the house because unlike Dean, Sam let you know that he was not happy.

He walked through the house and into the kitchen and found that Sammy was helping Jim set up lunch while Dean was pouring drinks.

"John, you're just in time for a late lunch," Jim announced when he heard John enter the room.

"Great I'm starved," John answered, trying to sound as if nothing had happened, "Hey boys."

"Hey Dad," both boys replied, although Sam's coming out a lot lower.

He came further into the room and looked at Sam and saw that the boy was still not happy with him. /well tough, it's for his own good/ John thought to himself as he took a seat at the table.

Jim placed the plates of food in front of everyone while Dean distributed the drinks. Once again, just like the night before, everyone began eating in silence. Just as John had thought things were getting awkward in the small kitchen and finally John couldn't take anymore.

"So how did the sparring go?" John asked looking at both his boys for an answer.

"Kicked his ass," Dean said smirking.

"Dean, language!" John warned.

John knew that Dean's bad mouth was mostly his fault. The boy didn't even think now when he was talking and John didn't always say anything to him, hell he had been the same at Dean's age, but Dean sometimes forgot that they were sitting in a Pastor's house.

"Sorry," Dean said sheepishly, looking more at Pastor Jim.

"It's okay," Jim replied.

"So I'll ask again how'd you go?"

"Good. Sammy's getting better and better too but I doubt he'll ever beat me." Dean joked although he sincerely believed it.

"You only beat me coz you're bigger." Sam spoke for the first time since sitting down to eat.

"Well then good for me that I'll always be bigger and taller than you."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that kiddo. Sam's getting taller all the time and he hasn't stopped growing yet." John told him smiling at the look of disbelieve that crossed Dean's face.

"No way, it won't happen."

"Bet ya I do," Sam counted.

"Bet ya you don't. Besides, you're the little brother Sammy, hence the word little."

"That doesn't mean anything Dean," Sam sighed.

"Sure it does."

"No it doesn't."

"It does."

"You're so delusional."

"And you're such a geek, you don't here me complaining," Dean counted.

"Actually I do."

"Whatever dude."

John and Jim looked at each other, amused at the silly banter going on between the two younger Winchester's.

"So boys you got anything planned for the weekend."

"Not yet." Dean answered.

John looked at Sam when the boy didn't answer, apparently the little show with his brother didn't mean that he was okay with everything.

"Sammy?"

"No Sir," he answered looking along the line of angry at John and upset.

The rest of lunch went relatively okay although John could still tell that Sam was brooding. Dean and Jim kept the conversation flowing and he could tell that Dean was doing it purposely so that another fight wouldn't break out. Unfortunately for Dean all his hard work at preventing another argument became all for nothing when Sam opened his mouth.

"Dad?" Sam asked shocking everyone with his voice.

"Yes Sammy?"

"I promise to try extra hard and do everything you say if you'll just let me go to this camp."

Dean rolled his eyes when he heard what Sam had said. He could call his brother a lot of names but a quitter wasn't one of them.

"Sam," John warned. He had hoped that this conversation had been shelved.

"I'll take anything you want as protection. I promise!" Sam pleaded, looking directly at John.

John sighed. Sam was not going to let this go. He was about to reply with the negative again when something Sam said registered with him. He didn't really like to give in and go back on his orders but maybe Jim was right. Maybe Sam did need to get this out of his system. He looked at his youngest son's pleading brown eyes and sighed again. Sam was giving him the puppy dog look and although it didn't have the same effect it seemed to have on Dean and everyone else, he was not immune to its effects. Dean was going to hate him.

"Okay Sam."

"Please Dad … what?" Sam asked, not sure whether he had heard right.

"I said okay Sam … you can go." John answered slowly, getting shocked looks coming from both Jim and Dean.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked still shocked at his father's change of heart.

"Yes on one condition."

"Anything,"

"Dean goes with you."

"Wait … what?" Dean and Sam both exclaimed at the same time.

"You said you would take any protection that I wanted you too so Dean goes with you or no camp." John said trying not to laugh at the identical looks of shock and horror on both his son's faces.

"Wait Dad you cant be serious." Dean interjected.

"I'm very serious Dean. You think it's a good idea for your brother to go on this camp then that's the stipulation. So what will it be Sammy?"

"I … ah … Dad couldn't I just take some salt, holy water and amulets or charms or something?" Sam asked. He had not seen this coming.

"I need someone there I can trust to protect you Sammy so it's either Dean or nothing." John told his son, then looked at Dean seeing the look of panic on his face, he started to feel sorry for Dean.

"Dad, what about Caleb's job?" Dean asked.

"I think the two of us can handle it Dean and there will be other hunts for you. Sammy?"

Sam stood there in silence for a few moments thinking over what his father had said. He couldn't believe that he was making him bring Dean along. But he realized that if he didn't take this shot then he would probably never get another chance and he so badly wanted to go.

"Okay." He answered quietly.

"Okay it's settled then." John said, standing up and starting to clear the table.

"Thanks Dad, I'll bring you the forms to sign on Monday after school," Sam told him and then shot a quick glance at Dean before heading up to his room.

Dean was still sitting where he had been sitting during the entire exchange with a shocked look on his face. He couldn't believe what had just happened. One minute he was spending his summer hunting with his family and friend and the next he was being sent off to summer camp with Sammy. It had all happened so fast.

"Dad …" Dean began but was cut off.

"Dean you're the one who supported your brother in wanting to go on this camp now I need someone to keep an eye on him. Protecting your brother is your number one responsibility," John told him, his face softening a bit when he looked at Dean's shell shocked look, "There will be other hunts and it's only for one month."

"One month with dorky little students and teachers that I couldn't care less about."

"You're going Dean; it's an order, besides it might do you some good too."

"You'll be able to make friends your own age." Pastor Jim said from where he was still seated. He had to admit that he hadn't seen this turn of events coming either.

"No offense but if I'd wanted to make friends my own age I would have done it already," Dean replied.

Both Jim and John knew that Dean purposely didn't go out of his way to make friends at the many different schools that he had attended. The Winchester's never stayed in one place for too long so it just wasn't worth getting close to anyone. That was another thing that Jim had spoken to John about before. But John was a stubborn man and the boys never seemed to truly mind the lifestyle, well that was until Sammy started this new phase.

Now that the decision had been made Jim couldn't help but think that maybe this camp might be a good thing for Dean also. It would allow him to be a kid for a while as well, but he wouldn't dare tell Dean any of his thoughts.

"I'm … umm … I'm going out for a bit," Dean stated in a daze.

"Here, you'll need to move my truck," John told him tossing his son the keys to his truck.

John watched Dean leave and then looked at Jim, "you think he'll hate me forever?"

Jim smiled and shook his head, "I don't think so but I don't think he's going to be a happy camper … no pun intended."

"No I don't think so either."

TBC ...

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