Chapter 6. Off To Camp We Go
"Dean! I'm not going to call you again!" John yelled up the stairs at his eldest son, causing Caleb to cover his ears. The older man had a very loud voice when he wanted to use it.
After arriving at Jim's, Caleb had spent the next couple of days resting up. He had been knocked around a bit more than he had let on by that poltergeist on his last job and the few days rest had done his stiff muscles the world of good. It had been so long since he had taken a real rest and he was enjoying spending it with his friends, who he never saw often enough in recent years.
Sam had been talking to him non-stop, all hyped up about his camp and Caleb couldn't help get caught up in the kids enthusiasm. It reminded him of when Sam was a real little kid years ago and you could never shut him up.
On the Friday night John had allowed Caleb to take Dean out for a few games of pool down at one of local bars. Caleb had argued that Dean deserved to unwind since he was being made to miss out on their hunt and in the end John had let them go remembering that he wanted to make it up to his son.
He had enjoyed spending some time alone with Dean. The kid was turning into quite a guy and it was an experience spending time with him in that sort of surroundings, reminding him that Dean really was growing up.
He was even more surprised with the amount of attention that the boy had gotten from the females at the bar. It was obvious that Dean was a good looking kid but Caleb realized that night that Dean really knew how to work the charm. He supposed he could congratulate himself a little for that. John was always so focused on hunting so Caleb had made sure to pick up the slack in that department when ever he was around. He had to admit though that Dean had never needed much help in that department anyway, he seemed to be a natural flirt.
Caleb had bought Dean a couple of beers and of course once again sworn him to secrecy. He didn't think John would be too impressed if he knew that Caleb had been taking his son out to drink. Even though alcohol was nothing knew, John still liked to be in charge of these situations.
He could still remember the look on Dean's face when he had to drag him away from a pretty red head he had ditched Caleb for. It had been getting late and John would soon be wondering where they had gotten to, so it was about time that they left. Dean hadn't been happy about the idea of leaving but said goodbye to his new friend and they parted, not before she gave him a kiss goodbye. Dean had walked out to the car smiling then smirked at Caleb until Caleb reminded him of what he wouldn't be getting tonight. He had laughed at the scowl on Dean's face as they headed back to Jim's.
The rest of weekend had been spent getting John up to speed on the next hunt. He had been gathering information on a possible spirit possession case in Rose Creek that he had heard about, a year ago. Since that time he had lost track of it but had picked up some more chatter about it a few months back and he had called John.
Jim had told him when they had spoken last, that John was planning on staying there for a few months, so since he knew John and the boys were going to be in the area he'd asked John if he wanted to help.
It was perfect timing because he wasn't going to be able to get down there until the school holidays and Dean and Sammy would be free from school. It would be just like old times. Or so he thought until he was told that the boys weren't going to be joining them. But that was okay; he liked getting the chance to work with John.
Both John and Pastor Jim had been great mentors to him while he was younger, teaching him the tricks of the trade, and he was still in awe sometimes when he saw John Winchester in action. The man knew what he was doing and the last time he had seen Dean on a hunt he could tell that flirting wasn't the only thing that the boy was a natural at.
He looked over at the other couch and watched as Sam rifled through his bags once again. The kid was so excited to be going that he couldn't sit still now that the day had finally come. He kept checking his bags to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. Both boys were taking a duffle bag full of clothes and other essentials plus their school backpacks.
John wasn't comfortable with the boys going away without taking some protection so Dean had come up with an idea to create a secret compartment at the bottom of their backpacks. The kid was clever and John was satisfied, somewhat, with Dean's idea so Caleb had sat down with Dean the night before and helped him make the secret compartments, filling them with some charms, amulets, some holy water, a decent amount of salt and other odds and ends that John had supplied them with. They were all set, so what was taking Dean so long to come downstairs was beyond him. Although he had a sneaking suspicion that Dean was just stalling.
"Hey Caleb do you think we have everything?" Sam asked coming to sit beside him.
Caleb laughed a little, "Yeah Sammy. You've checked a dozen times I'm sure your not gonna forget anything."
"You need a haircut Dude," Caleb informed Sam as he ruffled his hair.
Sam ducked out of the hunter's reach, "At least I have hair."
"Hey I choose not to hair. It gives me one less thing to worry about in the morning."
"Yeah well I think I'll keep my hair thanks."
"Suit yourself," Caleb shrugged his shoulders and looked back to where John had returned at the bottom of the stairway, impatiently waiting for his eldest son once again.
"De …" he began to shout.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Dean called as he came down the stairs carrying both his bags.
"It's about time!" Sam exclaimed.
"Okay now that you have finally decided to grace us with your presence we're leaving in five. Make sure you have everything," John ordered, making his way into the kitchen to speak to Jim before they left.
"I don't see why I can't take my car with me," Dean grumbled as he came further into the lounge room.
"Because that's the rules Dean," Sam replied back, rolling his eyes.
"She's gonna miss me," Dean sighed.
"I'll keep her company Deano," Caleb joked.
Dean pointed a threatening finger at the older boy, "You stick with your own car."
Caleb held his hands up in surrender and laughed, "My car's better than yours anyways."
"Your Charger is nice but the Impala beats it hands down, besides black is better than red any day," Dean retaliated.
"Red is faster."
"In your dreams," Dean rolled his eyes and laughed.
"How about I drive you to the school and I'll show ya," Caleb offered.
"I've been in your car, it's nothing special. Now the Impala there are no words to describe how sweet a ride she is."
"Oh my God, you're both as bad as each other. They are just cars man," Sam moaned.
"Oh no, no, no Sammy they aren't just cars," Dean said shaking his head.
"That's right," Caleb agreed.
"I don't even want to know," shaking his head at both his brother and Caleb.
Caleb stood up and looked back over at Dean who was still standing there holding his bags, "So you want me to drive you to school or what?"
"Can we introduce you to people as our Uncle?" Sam asked mischievously.
"You do and I'll have to harm you," Caleb told him, trying to look serious.
"Yeah right," Sam laughed.
"Well you want me to drive you or not?"
"If I say no does that mean I don't have to go?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Not a chance," John said coming back into the room.
"Worth a shot," Dean shrugged.
Sam looked up at his father, "Dad can Caleb drive us to the school?"
"That's fine with me."
"Cool, let's hit the road guys," Caleb said walking forward, rubbing his hands together.
Pastor Jim overheard everyone in the living room getting ready to leave so thought he better join them in order to say goodbye, "Goodbye boys, have fun."
"Oh I will," Sam said excitedly.
"Yeah," Dean answered unenthusiastically.
Jim smiled in return, "I'll keep your car safe and sound for you Dean."
"Thanks Pastor Jim."
"Okay let's get moving or we might be late," Caleb said grabbing Sam's duffle bag off the couch.
Sam walked across the room and gave his father a hug, "Thanks Dad."
John was shocked for a moment. The Winchester's didn't do hugs a whole lot anymore but quickly recovered and hugged his son back. It was times like these when he remembered that Sam was still a kid.
"Have a good time Sammy."
Sam stepped back and picked up his backpack, "Bye Pastor Jim."
"Bye Sammy," Jim replied as Sam made his way out the door.
Caleb had a comical look on his face as he turned to Dean, "You gonna give your Daddy a hug?" he joked.
Dean looked uncomfortable, "I'm good thanks."
John laughed a little, "Try to have a good time Dean and remember to keep an eye on your brother."
"Yes Sir."
"I better get out there before Sammy hotwires my car. I'll see you guys when I get back." Caleb said and then walked out the door
"Bye Dad, Pastor Jim," Dean said turning to walk out the door.
Dean walked outside and felt the morning air on his face. It was still quite early so the air was still crisp, but it looked like it was going to be a nice day. He liked summer. He preferred it to the colder weather. He walked down the front steps and past his beloved Impala.
"Bye baby," he said patting her hood sadly as he walked past.
"Dean! Will you hurry up!" he heard Sam yell from Caleb's red Charger that was sitting at the very end of Jim's driveway behind John's truck.
"Okay, Okay, quit ya bitching. I'm coming," Dean yelled back, walking the remaining distance faster. He wasn't going to get out of this so he might as well get it over and done with.
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Caleb drove into the school's car park and pulled into a parking spot. He shut of the engine killing the music. Sam was already opening his door as soon as the car was shut off.
"Sammy!"
Sam ducked his head back in when he heard Caleb call his name, "What?"
"Aren't you even gonna say goodbye?" Caleb teased, almost laughing at Sam's rush.
"Sorry. Thanks for the lift Caleb … good luck on the hunt. See ya. Come on Dean we're almost late," Sam said all in one rush.
"I'll be there in a sec Sammy go ahead."
"Okay. Bye Caleb."
"Have fun Sammy," Caleb said watching as the boy carried both his bags over to the waiting buses.
He turned to look at Dean sitting in the passenger seat next to him and saw that he was just sitting there starring, "I know it's gonna be hard to leave a gorgeous car like this behind, not to mention my charming company but I know you have it in you," he joked.
"Get over your self Jerk … God this is really happening isn't it?" Dean moaned.
Caleb softened, "afraid so kiddo, but it'll be over before you know it."
Dean looked at him skeptically.
"Look I promise that if you're Dad agrees we'll have a new gig lined up for when you get back."
"Thanks Caleb," Dean said sincerely as he opened the car door.
"Any time dude … now to get back to that Impala …"
"Touch her and your dead buddy." Dean warned jokingly.
Caleb pretended to shiver, "I'm scared."
"You should be," Dean laughed, grabbing his bags and shutting the door, "Bye Dude and be careful on the hunt."
"Always," Caleb assured, gunning the engine and turning up the music, getting a few heads turning their way at the sudden loud sound, "Catch you later."
Dean waved as Caleb took off out of the car park. Dean turned around and headed over to the buses. He saw that Sam already had his duffle bag loaded up and was chatting away to his small group of friends. He saw Jay standing by the bus next to a geeky looking blonde girl whose name was Lynda Michael's, if Dean remembered correctly; she was in his English class.
Dean looked over at the trailer and realized that Mr. Graham was just about to shut the door. Dean jogged the rest of the way over there, "Wait!" he called causing Mr. Graham to look up at him.
As soon as Mr. Graham saw who it was that had called him an annoyed look came across his face. Dean smirked as he got the impression that the old man didn't like him. That was just fine with him because Dean didn't like him much either. The feeling was mutual.
"Why, am I not surprised that you're late Mr. Winchester," Graham grumbled as he opened the trailer door.
"At least I'm consistent Sir," Dean replied, giving his best smart ass grin.
Graham gave him a hard look, "You're going to be with us for a whole month Mr. Winchester, so you had better not give us any trouble."
"I don't plan to Sir," Dean told him as he passed his duffle bag to the old man.
Mr. Graham shoved Dean's bag into the trailer and shut the door again. He looked down at the clip board in his hand and then looked back up at Dean again, "You're on bus two. Off you go!" he said shooing Dean away with a flick of his wrists like Dean was a pest.
"Gee thanks," Dean mumbled, turning to walk away.
"What was that?" Graham snapped.
"I said thanks Sir," Dean Lied then continued walking over to bus number two.
There was only two buses, both holding 20 students. He was relieved to see that both Sam and Jay were lined up on Bus two. He really didn't wanna be stuck on a bus for two hours and a bit with people he didn't really know. He walked up to where Jay and Lynda were talking.
"Hey!" he greeted.
"Dean. Hey. I didn't think you were gonna make it," Jay greeted him back.
"Hi Dean," Lynda greeted shyly, bringing her hand up to push her hair behind her ears.
"Hey. It's Lynda right?" he asked, receiving a nod and a smile, like she was really happy that he remembered her name.
All three were quiet for a moment until they heard an annoying laugh coming from bus number one. Dean, Jay and Lynda turned to look and saw an unwelcome sight.
"Oh terrific," Jay moaned.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Dean asked more to himself than anyone else.
"Dane's parent's go away this time of year so they send him and his brother to camp," Lynda explained.
Both Jay and Dean looked at her, silently asking how she knew that.
"Dane's my cousin," she told them quietly.
"Lucky you," Jay said sarcastically.
"Yeah well I like him just about as much as you."
"Well looks like the whole family isn't screwed then," Dean joked, smiling at her.
"No," she answered smiling back. She couldn't stop herself from getting lost in his smile. He was so damn good looking.
"Alright people it's time to go. Everyone board your assigned bus!" Mr. Graham ordered.
"Well here goes," Dean stated as he boarded the bus after Jay and Lynda.
TBC ...
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