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Not a sissy, just a bit medicated

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The Sierra Grande's brakes squeal as John swerves off to the side. And just as the tires hit the gravel on the side of the road, an almost mirror image of the wet fur freakshow from Riverfalls. And it's mad.

"Shit!" Sam curses, veering off to the right and jumping on the brakes before he realizes Dean's still in the back. Asleep. It's one of those moments when your drive to do the right thing totally messes up your natural instincts.

But, first and foremost, Sam's a hunter. Dean's a hunter. They'll deal.

"Dean, Dean, Dean!" Sam barks, swerving sideways for moment before jumping on the brakes again.

Dean, rolling forwards, braces himself against the front-seats, "W-hat –oUWW!" he grabs his sides and curses loudly, "What the hell?! Did you hit a squirrel?"

"It followed us!" Sam yells back and checks the mirrors. Where IS it?!

"…heh… told you it would… Damn squirrels... " Dean chuckles and cringes when it sets his insides on fire.

"Dude, slide down to the floor, it'll see you…" Sam says and yanks up the parking brake, "And stay here!". Sam's suddenly in a panic though. Because the extra bullets are back in the B&B. Dean thinks squirrels are attacking. The Marling rifle is somewhere in the back and the Taurus is half-empty. Sam gets out anyway.

Shots are fired outside, followed by the most disturbing yelp.

"SAM!" Dean yells and just as Sam pokes his head back in the car and the Marley's under his nose –fully loaded, "It's ready, shoot it!"

Sam grabs the rifle, jumps out and runs to the hood, setting up for a shot.

John's inside his truck still, only, the windshield's out and the freaking four-inch claws are clawing at the roof and scrabbling at the insides. "Fuck off, furry!" John yells, followed by his Glock taking a chunk out of the rump.

The werewolf topples backward for a second, but it seems to be part jack-in-the-box. The wolf scrambles off the hood and rounds the truck.

"Dad, get down!" Sam yells, trains his site on the where he sees the flurry of black. Until something pulls on his leg. For a second he freaks, because, hey, werewolf bites are not exactly curable... and how the heck did that thing manage to cover this entire distance so fast?! But Sam's head snaps down and he blinks in surprise when it's a hand.

Dean's hand.

"Heeyyy... where did I put my jacket, I'm cold..." Dean moans, and takes a shaky breath, "... Why is your door open?"

Sam bats Dean's hand away and trains his sight again, "Shit...". Because Mr. Wolly is nowhere in sight. "DAD! Where is it?!"

"Shhhh!" Dean growls and yawns, "I'm trying to sleeppp..."

"It retreated back into the woods," John yells back and pokes his head out the window, sweeping the Glock over the place he saw the thing last. He climbs out the windshield and over the hood, going slow over the broken glass.

"Covered!" Sam yells, letting John know he's safe to move. Sam keeps sweeping the area with his sight and keep his ears open to catch any sign of the creature.

John trots over to the Impala and sighs when he reaches them. He was pale, sweating and breathing hard... but completely unscathed, thank goodness.

The sun was slowly rising over the hills, casting the faintest glow over the area, which is probably the reason the werewolf gave up its hunt. Sun and werewolves don't mix, just like tequila and matches.

"Sun's rising. Chicken-shit werewolf's probably back in his cabin role-playing Brokeback Mountain," John says and grimaces when Sam sends him a surprised look, "What?"

"Nothing...?" Sam clears his throat, trying his best not to turn red and break into grins. He just couldn't stop the image of his dad watching a movie like that. And Sam couldn't even muster up the courage to ask why in the world John was watching that.

"Sammy... close the door... where's my pie?" Dean yells from the backseat, since he manages to wrangle the blankets and pillow back into place.

Sam sighs, Gyllenhaal and Ledger completely wiped from his mind, and stares at his brother for a second, "You'd think the Anesthetic wore off by now..."

"It did," John says and smiles apologetically, "I gave him something for the pain before we left..."

"Huh?"

"I knew getting back on the road so soon will screw him up, so I gave him something that would knock him out," John says and frowns when he sees Dean playing air-guitar in the back of the Chevy.

"Dad, you know how Dean gets on pain meds..." Sam frowns and involuntarily chuckles when Dean starts complaining about the beer that's not under the seat, "When he wakes up... he's hell to everyone around him... except himself!"

"Don't be such a chick," John says and pulls his face to a stoic front, "Now, keep me covered while I go salvage what's left of my truck."

"The sun's up, I'm sure the it's gone."

"That's what she said."

And that's how Sam gets reminded exactly where Dean gets his sass from. "Thanks for that, Dad..." Sam forces a smile. He picks up the Marley and makes sure to keep John in clear sight until he's reached the Sierra again.

"I think the Insurance companies would make a haul if they ever decide on adding Supernatural to their list of items-they-won't-pay-out-on," John calls across the road and points to his windshield, "Hey, have some cling-wrap and duct-tape?"

"Not really, we do have ... " Sam replies and walks over, "No, wait, we got rid of that..."

"Keep your inventory straight, son..." John yells back and motions Sam to join him. He grabs the one side of the windshield and waits for Sam to grab the other. They lift it over the hood and carry it to the back, they drop it in the back. "Third windshield this year..."

"Maybe you've got a point with the whole Supernatural Insurance thing," Sam says and finally smiles, "... hey, Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're here..." Sam says and shoves his hand in his pockets, rocking on his heels.

"Me too..." John says and shoves Sam shoulder with a grin and points to Dean -who was actually snoring out loud at the moment, "It's not often you see Dean's head off to Mars..."
Sam chuckles and rubs his eyes, "Yeah.. uh..."

"Still tired, huh?" John says and pats Sam's shoulder, "Let's get going."

On his way to the Chevy, Sam suddenly pauses and turns back, "Hey, Dad... you didn't pack Somnil, did you?"

John shook his head, "Hey, you said it yourself, Dean doesn't react well to meds," and grins, "Have fun!"

Of course John would say that, he doesn't have to listen to Dean's alternating states of unconsciousness and talking to the Cherry Pie that's floating around his head.
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