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A/N: I feel that the POVs in this story need to be explained. The story is being told to Sam by Dean and the story will be interrupted periodically to come back to them. Obviously it won't sound like the story is being told by the character. So if you already knew that, then that's cool and I wasted my time.
"What the hell is that?"
"What!" Dean shouted turning around and instinctively gripping the knife tighter.
"No Dean. Calm down. I was talking about your scar. It looks like a pretty damn big shark bite."
Dean lowered the knife and pulled his towel tighter. "What are you checking me out now? Gosh Sammy don't be such a perv!"
"Shut up Dean. I know you're trying to cover it up with sarcasm because you don't want to talk about it."
"Ooh college boy. I didn't know you took psychology."
Sam sighed and put the food on the small motel room table. "Actually I did as an elective, but that doesn't matter right now. So... what happened?"
Dean shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, making a squishing sound on the semi clean carpet. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't freak out and start bitching about me or dad ok?"
"When have I ever-"
"Sammmmmmmm!" Dean cut in with that whiny voice he always used on Sam when they were kids.
"Fine," Sam threw his hands up in exasperation.
Works every time. "Just give me a sec. I'm not about to do story time sopping wet and in a towel."
"Dean you ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Cause we need to be there before 1500 hours. So get your ass moving."
John had been planning a hunt for weeks now and Dean hadn't been told much of anything. Every time he asked his father he got 'you'll see' and 'this is the big one.' It was odd seeing as his dad would never, ever let him be unprepared. The only thing he knew was it had something to do with why they were staying with a 'friend' in Florida. Which means girls...
His wondrous thoughts of bikini tops and suntan lotion were interrupted by the sound of the Impala's trunk slamming shut.
"Don't make me leave you boy."
"Hmmm? Oh yeah."
John glared at his son as he slid into the passenger side." I need your head in the game for this one son. This is the most important hunt out there besides that yellow eyed bastard. It could really tip the scales. "
Dean nodded slowly, but cringed inside at the thought of the creature that killed his mother. Yet another thing his father didn't talk about. The rest of the ride was awkwardly silent as they passed street after street. Until they pulled up to the docks.
"Wow." As a kid growing up in Kansas and being on the road most of his adult life, he'd never actually seen much in the way of boats or the ocean for that matter.
John frowned at Dean's statement. Kid needs to pay attention. Shit like this is gonna get him killed.
There were boats of every size lined up next to each other in neat rows. One in-particular caught his eye as a group of about 5 people were arguing and throwing things on and back off the deck.
His father swore under his breath as they neared the group of people. "We can't afford to be late."
Apparently both marine and hunter time philosophy is that early is on time. But in this case it seemed maybe just getting there before everyone else. As they neared the 5-person group Dean recognized them as Pastor Jim, Bobby, Caleb, Joshua, and Trevor.
All of the hunters were just like family to the Winchesters. Pastor Jim and Bobby were like fathers to him and Sammy. God knew how many times they had opened there homes to them while they traveled from hunt to hunt. Caleb and Joshua were like the extended uncles. Dean remembered growing close to his dad's military buddies. Especially when Caleb got Dean his first shotgun. Trevor was pretty new to the Winchester extended family tree. A few years ago, Bobby had met with the marine biology professor turned hunter, when he discovered 'supernatural activity' in the deeper parts of the world's oceans. He was also the 'friend' who had lent out the use of his summer house to them.
Once the Winchesters had arrived, they all seemed to forget about arguing and started talking about old times.
After about 5 minutes of catching up, Bobby stepped up onto one of the boats railings. "Shut yer traps and listen up. According to the professor, we think there is a large amount of supernatural activity that needs to be investigated. So the simplified version, for all you idgits, we're going to the Bermuda Triangle, there are monsters that need killing."
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