A/N: I was originally going to write multiple chapters with all of the subsequent chapters taking place at a later time, but I changed my mind. I'll try to write up another story that takes place at some later point at another time.

"Watch my boys will you?" John Winchester said to Philip Callaghan as he left the Legacy house with Derek Rayne, Alex Moreau and Nick Boyle. (Rachel was somewhere else)

"This blows," a seventeen year old Dean Winchester said. "I should be hunting with my old man, not sitting around here getting babysat by a priest!"

"Derek and Nick are right that you're far too young to be hunting monsters," Philip said.

"My dad lets me hunt all the time!" Dean protested.

"He does," thirteen year old Sam said, turning to Philip.

"Well, he decided not to let him this time, didn't he?" Philip retorted.

"This sucks!" Dean yelled. "Dad even took the car!" he declared as he ran to a window, and watched the Impala taillights vanish.

Sam smiled slightly. This was really bothering his brother. "Maybe there's something you can do around here," Sam suggested. "Like shutting up!"

Dean grabbed Sam and started wrestling with his his little brother, but Philip wouldn't have it, scolding the two boys.

"This sucks!" both boys said in unison.

Dean suddenly thought of the red 1964 Mustang he'd seen outside.

Philip noticed the sudden spark in the seventeen year old boy's eyes. "Oh, no, what are you thinking?"

"Do you think I could drive that Mustang?" Dean asked, already headed for the door.

Philip rushed over and blocked him. "Absolutely not! Nick would kill me if anyone touched that automobile! It's his baby!"

"Well, Dad took my Baby! So I think I'll just take someone else's!" Dean started trying to wrench the Irish priest away from the door.

Sam sat nearby with a look of extreme entertainment on his face. He'd happened to notice that Nick had taken the keys to the Mustang with him. If Dean wanted a joyride that badly, he'd have to hotwire it.

Dean knocked Philip's head against the wall just as the Impala was already heard coming back. Nick poked his head in. "Just decided to let you know I'm taking my car. I don't trust that kid." He pointed at Dean. "Hands off the priest!" The former Navy SEAL did a two-finger guesture pointing from his eyes to Dean. "We have cameras everywhere kid. You damage him, I'll know."

"I don't think his father ever spanked him," Philip grumbled, rubbing his head where it had been hit.

"Dean was trying to take your car!" Sam said, relishing the fact that Dean had been caught in the act.

"I'll punish him for that when I get back," Nick said as he left again.

"Damn it! He's taking it! I can't get out of here!" Dean complained as Philip held him down to keep him from following Nick in an effort to leave the house. "This place blows!"

"You keep saying that!" Philip said. "I do wish you'd shut up and behave yourself!"

Sam watched the vehicles leave the property. His brother was stuck here with him.

Luckily for Derek and Alex, their vehicles were far out of Dean's sight.

Dean leapt up when his dad finally came back hours later. "We're leaving now, right?" he asked. "I'm tired of hearing Bible verses and the 'virtues' of abstinence!"

Sam looked absolutely delighted at Dean's annoyance at having been stuck in one place for hours.

"Actually, no, you're not leaving yet," John said to his elder son. "I understand you tried to take someone's car for a joyride. He's cooked up a punishment for you."

"What? Oh, come on! You can't let him do that!"

"Yes, he can," Nick said. "Helicopter first..."

"I hate flying!"

"Procedural cop shows."

"No! Only douchebags wear sunglasses inside!"

"Don't say that word," Philip said sternly.

"Why can't I get punishments normal kids get for once?"

"Nick was never raised as a normal kid," Derek said.

"You're not a normal kid, Dean," John said. "You're a Winchester. Winchesters don't get normal punishments."

"Oh, balls!" Dean muttered, reminding Sam of Bobby Singer.

"Are you aware of the concept of a swear jar?" Philip asked Dean.

"I didn't swear! You weird, fucking Catholic nutball!"

Nick held out a hand with a sly smile. "That'll be five dollars for each swear."

"Is he nuts?" Dean demanded.

"It was his idea, Nick said. "Cough it up."

"Aw, no, uh-huh! I'd rather do laundry like he was making me do earlier!"

John coughed. "Dean..." he said warningly.

"Fine... but do I really have to get into that helicopter?"

John gave his son a pointed look.

"Can I watch?" Sam asked, enjoying the idea of his older brother being afraid of going up in a helicopter.