Chapter Six

Lord Henry's Study

Winchester Castle

'I am glad to hear from Master Pavel that you all did well this week. He feels that you have done really well and are ready to continue to train with Sensei Hatsumi. That being said, your travel arrangements have been completed and can leave later tonight.' Lord Henry explained to everyone in the room.

'What?! Tonight! You mean we are going to fly out to Japan tonight?' Dean moaned as he heard the others laugh.

'Yes, Dean. Tonight. It is important that you get to Japan as quickly as possible. You still have a week of sword training with Sensei Hatsumi when you get there.' Henry reminded his nephew.

'Oh man! Not only do I have to fly, which is bad enough. I will have to be around a bunch of strangers that won't understand my problem and will think I am mentally unstable once I start the whole humming thing.' Dean slumped low in his chair.

'Don't worry, Dean. I will just tell them I'm your caretaker and that their safe.' Sam joked.

'Ha, ha, ha. Sammy. Very funny.' Dean glared.

'You won't have to put up with a bunch of strange passengers putting up with thinking your crazy. You will only have to put up with 10 passengers and they all know you to be crazy.' Henry told his nephew.

'What? What do you mean.' Dean sat up.

'You will all be traveling on the private Winchester plane. Along with Len, Sam, Lily and yourself. You will also be taking Ben, Walter, Jacob, Nick, Jonah and Phillip.' Henry said to the room, knowing that the older men agreed with his choice of bodyguards.

'Father, is it necessary to take all of them?' Len asked. Thinking of the men that were all retired ex-military special forces and were some of the best demon hunters that the Winchester organization had.

'Yes, Len. There are not only there as added protection for you all. But, once this alliance is signed they will also assist in the training of the people in Soul Society.' Henry justified to his daughter. 'Why delay their training in demon hunting by having our best hunters fly there later, when they can be there already. It is just more logical.'

'Bobbie and I agree with your father.' John responded. 'Once the Soul Society people agree they would want the training to begin as soon as possible, this way some of our best demon hunters are there on hand.'

'Fine, fine. I won't argue.' Len gave in.

'Good, now that is settled. There is one other thing that we need to tell you four before you finish packing.' Henry said. 'When we found out that you four would need to use swords to fight these hollow creatures. We requested, Captain-General Yamamoto to fashion swords that are specially made to fight the hollows. We just got word from Soul Society that it has been done, but cannot completed until you get to Soul Society. There is some ceremony or ritual that you all must go through to make the sword your own. Some rite that makes the sword 'open' to you. I am not exactly sure what that means. He said he would explain everything once you got there.'

The four young demon hunters just looked at each other in confusion.

'Do not worry about it now. You can deal with it once you get there. Well, I think that is everything. Go and finish packing, I have left something for each of you in your rooms. I believe you will like the going away gifts that we left you. We will be leaving in 30 minutes to the airport, meet at the foyer in 20.' he told them as everyone moved out of the room.

Upstairs - Dean's Room

Winchester Castle

Entering his room Dean looked at the bed, his carryon looked half packed and sitting beside it, he found a silver metal case. Walking up to it and opening it, Dean smirked. 'Yes!'

Inside the case was a pair of 9mm pistols, his favorite kind of weapon. The silver barrels with etchings of skulls and angelic-like feathers which gleamed in the light, the butt of the gun was covered in white ivory. It was a beautiful piece of work. Also in the case, he found extra magazines of silver bullets and as he looked closely he found some of the bullets seem to have a rock salt tip. Dean smiled happily. 'Oh, yeah. This is great.' Laying next to the extra ammo, was a long silver dagger inside a leather sheath, it had the same etching as his guns. But, for him the best was the short barrel shot gun that was also in the case. It was made in the same metal as his guns, same etchings and he was given silver bullets and rock salt shells for it. 'Hmm, this may just make up for the fact that I have to fly on a plane. I cannot wait to use these babies.'

Pulling off his tie, he stepped to the closet pulling out his one of his favorite pair of jeans, light blue shirt and one of the many jackets he loved to use. Reaching to the bottom to pull out his black Doc Martens boots. If he had to fly, he wanted to be as comfortable as possible. Any way his uncle didn't say he had to be dressed like a prissy ass until he had too.

Putting away his weapons, he moved to take the rest of his personal affects and packed it into his carryon. He could not forget his favorite pair of jeans, jackets and boots. He had to have those. He didn't feel like a demon hunter if he didn't have those things. Turning as he heard a knock on the door.

'Dean you ready.' Sam said as he entered the room seeing that Dean was dressed in a pair of jeans, a rip at the knee, he wore a light blue long sleeve shirt which he was covering with a dark leather jacket and on his feet, he had his normal black boots on. 'I see you are.'

'Oh yeah.' Dean smiled grabbing his bag off the bed, noticing his brother also had a silver case. 'So, like your gift too.'

'Who wouldn't.' Sam laughed as he pulled his case up higher.

'I know what you mean.' Dean said as the both walked out the door, meeting Len and Lily in the hallway, both carried similar silver cases. 'Seems we all lucked out, huh.'

Len and Lily smiled as they carried their silver cases, Ben and Walter walking behind with their luggage.

'Hey, how come they get someone to carry their stuff, Sam and I have to lug our own.' Dean complained.

'Because they are young ladies and you are men.' Ben stated. 'Or are you telling me that you are prissy boys that can't carry even a bag that is less than 20 lbs.'

'Hey, I'm no prissy boy.' Dean looked offended. 'Was just asking.'

'You're just jealous.' Len teased.

'Hmmph' was Dean only response. As everyone laughed heading down the main staircase. They noticed the others already there by the door.

'Well, Dad. I believe we are ready.' Dean announced as he met at the door.

'I can see that.' John looked at his sons and smiled. 'Shall we head out. The others will meet us at the airstrip.' Walking out and the others followed him.