CHAPTER 5
John and Dean arrived at Georgia almost two dys later and the first thing they did, were gone to the same hotel they stayed a few weeks ago, in order to meet someone who had witnessed some group of gypsies, who could eventually lead then to the woman they were looking after.
Luckily for then, the hotel manager, had indeed heard about a gypsy camp that had settle home near town, so all they had to do, was drive toward this camp.
''and if we don´t find these gypsies?'' John asked worried
''then, my dear father, I don't know, but we´re going to find then'' Dean nodded, trying to convince himself better than his father.
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It took a little longer to Dean and John to find the Gypsy camp and the whole time, John called home, asking Becky how Sam was; for his surprise and relief, his younger son was fine, saving for some tantrums, but nothing new there.
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It was earlier the second morning when father and son found the camp. It was just there, with its wagons and tents, like if they were still in Middle Ages.
With a deep breath, Dean parked Baby and took some guns, although John insisted of stay away from it.
After a few minutes walking, they finally approached a tent, where an older woman was sitting by the fire, despite of the light warm day.
"Dean there she is!" John sat up his pointer finger shaking ''I think I know her from somewhere he said rushing towards the woman. "Excuse me!" John said jogging to catch the older woman who look up at him a smile spreading across her face.
"Oh, good afternoon sir." The woman said with a warm smile. "How is your son? Is he feeling better?"
"He's doing fine." John said who sudden calm down. "But we need to talk to you about what you did to me."
"What do you mean?"
"You gave me some cake which, I apologize tasted a bit off, and some coffee. Now I can't seem to get enough coffee and everything is bothering me. I'm constantly paranoid."
"Paranoid?" The woman's eyes blinked as she was confused. "Oh, my goodness." She said as Dean came running up and stopped beside him. "You." Dean said coming close to her. "What the hell did you do to my dad?"
"Dean!" John snapped smacking the backside of his head. "That's no way to speak to your elders."
"Ouch, Dad." Dean grumbled rubbing the side of his head. "That hurt."
"I do have to apologize for my son." John said glaring at him. "I thought I taught him more manners."
"You shouldn't have to apologize for your son." The woman said her eyes narrowing. "He should have to apologize for his own actions."
"Well," John slapped Dean on the chest. "Apologize to the woman. Mean it too."
"Look, I'm sorry for the way I acted just barely." Dean said but the woman shook her head slowly.
"Not this time." The woman said calmly. "Would you apologize for the time at the store?"
"Time in the store?" Dean asked trying to remember if he had seen her. "Wait you're the old lady who didn't want the coffee."
"Yes," The woman said her voice soft yet icy. "You called me an idiot."
"But, you asked for the Maxwell house brand and you put it away saying it was the wrong brand.'' Dean was confused
'' You see, son, I realized my mistake when you placed it back on the shelf. My eyes aren't as clear as they were when I was younger."
"Dean." John hissed and before the younger man say something, John stretched his palm and give Dean a full slap on his face, knocking him on the ground
''what´s that for, Dad?''
''you´re a hypocrite, you know son?'' John barked at him ''you play the whole ''Macho'' thing when someone look awkward to your brother, refusing to let someone make fun of him and now, here you are, making fun of an old lady''
That's different Dad, Sam is my brother, it's my job protect him'' Dean try to defend himself
''that's EXACTLY the same thing Dean, there´s something called respect, the same respect you want everyone to our family, you need to give to other people, especially older people'' he barked ''so I suggest…'' without warning, John fell to the ground, coughing fanatically
''oh God! Dad!'' Dean kneeled beside his dad, as the old man struggled to breath ''say something Dad!'' he plead, when he noticed that the gypsy was still there, watching then in amazement and shock.
Dean looked at her. "Look, I'm sorry for calling you an idiot. I am an idiot for I didn't consider your feelings." Dean stemmed ''but do something, it's not his fault I was an a**''
''listen'' the Gypsy said, approaching then slowly ''I don't know if I accept your apologize, but I will help, because it was you I was intent to make suffer, not him, a poor man whose son was sick'' she said and turning her back on Dean and his father, she start working ion something, saying a few words and mixing things into a bottle.
''what is it?'' John manage to whisper between coughs
''it's a potion, Sir, you will feel better after drink this'' she said handing the cup to Dean, who in turn help his father drink.
For a second, Dean thought it was too late, that his father would die right there in his arms and he would have to tell his brother what happened. But then, all of a sudden, the older man surprises him and with a deep breath, John get himself up.
''Sir, I'm so sorry for the misunderstood, my eyes indeed doesn´t work as they should be, that´s why I mistake you for your son''
''that´s alright'' John said, as nothing had happened ''at least I hope my Dean had learn his lesion''
''yes, I did'' Dean nodded ''I'm so sorry for having mistreated you, miss''
''apologies accepted''
''Now we must go, Dean, I just hope Sam is alright'' John commented and once they said their goodbyes to the Gypsy, they go away.
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Father and Son decided to hit the road still in that evening and Dean couldn't help but feel very content as his father flew down the highway going five maybe six miles over the speed limit, trying to put as much distance between that gypsy woman and himself.
"Want a cup of coffee?" Dean asked as John stopped to fuel up. John gave his son a glare before smiling and shaking his head. He would never have another cup of coffee for as long as he lived and Dean knew that by his declaring promise never to drink another cup for the rest of his life, he failed that promise a week later.
The good news, was that Lisa had come back to Lawrence and she said she had dismissed Miss Becky and was taking care of Sam herself. However, somehow, as they talk, Dean realized that his fiancé was beyond pissed off with something.
Once they arrived home, earlier next day, what they found, was a half mess on the living room, like a fight had taken place there; Tracy´s black fur was white, as baby powder or flower had been speared on her. At the middle of the mess, Lisa was trying to fix something's and Sam was helping her as he could, but once seen his father and brother coming, he stopped and ran to John´s arms.
''what happened here, Bud?'' Dean asked as his brother tried to 'hide' himself on his father embrace
''Dean Thomas, are you nuts?'' Lisa scold him
''Daddy fine now?'' Sam asked and John nodded
''I'm happy to see you as well, babe'' Dean smirked
''what happened?'' John asked confused and scared
''thanks God nothing'' Lisa said ''I arrived here and found your brother on is swimming trunks and asking for help, as the woman you hired to watch over him chased him all over the house. When he saw me, he almost wanted to get inside my bag, so afraid that he was'' Lisa said and John looked at Dean as he was going to hit him again ''it was a miracle convince Sam to put his pajamas and go to sleep''
''sorry Daddy''
''for what kid?'' John asked
''I broke mommy´s photo, the mean lady was scaring me and I throw the photo on her''
''well, Sam, it´s wrong to throw things on people, you know that! But this time I will not ground you for this. And we´re going to fix it tomorrow, Ok'' he asked and the son agree.
''that's ok, Sammy, sorry for put you on that. But thanks to Lisa, you´re safe now'' Dean patted his shoulder and give Lisa a passionate kiss.
Once Sam managed to calm down and gone for a well-deserved nap,, the house got cleaned and Tracy with a bath take, Dean and Lisa went to Lisa´s place in order to spend some time with each other and John seat at his favorite armchair with a computer on hand, searching for another hunt to go next month, when he decided to stop for a drink. So he went to the kitchen and started to make some coffee, but stopped, put everything on its original place and prepared a tea.
''everything can goes better with a cup of Tea'' John smiled to himself and went back to his activities
THE END