Dream On

By: Tidia

Disclaimer: Ridley is all about The Brotherhood and Kripke is all about Supernatural. I do not profit from either.

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Chapter 3/6

"Are you going to tell me where you put my clothes?" John said as he came down for breakfast on Monday morning wearing a green t-shirt and camouflage pants.

"You've got clothes, Johnny," Reaves said over the rim of the cup of coffee that didn’t hide his amusement. Dean and Sam looked down, engrossed in their cereal bowls.

"Army fatigues are not clothes, Caleb." John growled, staring down the other hunter.

"You did stand out in church." Reaves snickered. "With the church looking like a jungle with those palms. . .I think the congregation thought you were Rambo." Yesterday had been Palm Sunday and the church gave each parishioner a green palm in remembrance of the day.

Dean and Sam started to laugh, unable to hide the hilarity of the situation. Tears streamed down their faces, but they knew better than to look at their father. John Winchester was not to be joked with, especially at his expense, by his sons.

John rolled his eyes at the threesome. "Don't think I don't know that you were involved in this, Ace." John threatened.

Dean momentarily brought his laughter under control. He had been on the brunt end of too many punishments to want to get on his father's bad side. A few more chuckles escaped like a cough.

They were all saved from John's threats by Jim, who came up the stairs with a hamper of clothes. "Look what I found in the dryer."

John looked relieved, and took the laundry basket. "Thanks, Jim."

The minister winked at Dean, whose mouth dropped open in shock. He hadn’t realized Caleb had involved the pastor too.

He gestured for the keys to Caleb's Jeep. It was the easiest vehicle to get out. Reaves found the keys on the kitchen counter and tossed them to the pastor. "I have the shut-ins and the infirmed to visit," Jim explained. "Then your father to pick up later."

"We're going to check out that site." Caleb and John had reviewed their plans. Jim had found possible evidence of a supernatural event in the next town over, but was unsure, unable to see a pattern. There were animals disappearing, some gone missing and some being found mutilated.

"I left the research out for you. You may also want to go to the local library." The pastor suggested.

"That was part of our plan." John stated as he came down the stairs dressed in jeans and a button down canvas shirt.

"Good, good, well, I will see you later." Jim left, wearing priestly black and his white collar.

Dean brought his and Sam's cereal bowls to the sink to wash them. "Dad, do you mind if I stay around here? You promised Jim that you would tune up the old Chevy. . ." The 1961 Chevy Half Ton Diesel Pickup was used to do the farm work. "Since Jim took Caleb's Jeep. . ."

"I did, didn’t I?" He gave a nod to his eldest son. The hunters were only planning to do some scouting and research. "Okay, fine."

"Can I stay here with Dean?" Sam chimed in; the ten-year-old looked eagerly at his brother.

Caleb interrupted. He knew John would have Sam stay with Dean, but the blond Winchester always had responsibility for his brother. A break, every once in awhile, was healthy. "Hell no, I need my research assistant." Reaves roughed up the boy's already messy hair.

"Dewey Decimal system still have you confused, Damien?" Dean snickered as he put the washed cereal bowls in the kitchen drainer to dry.

"I'm gonna be bored. . ." Sam whined, looking between his brother and Caleb.

Reaves knew Dean would give in, but the hunter was able to trump the youngster. "I'll pay you."

"How much?" Sam's whining voice was gone.

"McDonald's Happy Meal." The psychic raised his eyebrows.

The youngest Winchester seemed to ponder the offer then countered. "If you get one too then I'll get two prizes."

"Deal." Caleb put out his hand for Sam to shake.

John had remained silent during the transaction, helping himself to a cup of coffee. "Pushover," he commented.

"Sometimes negotiations are needed rather than orders, Johnny." Reaves smirked.

The two hunters reviewed Jim's notes, while the youngsters handled the chores around the farm. By eleven, the hunters and Sam were gone, first to McDonalds and then to investigate.

Dean walked over to the barn, opening the doors so he could pull in the Chevy. He had already locked Atticus and Scout inside the house. He loved the dogs, but last time they had done work in the 'Pit', the dogs had tracked oil into the house which Dean had to clean.

'The Pit' was actually a root cellar in the barn. John Winchester discovered it one day when trying to fix the Impala. Pastor Jim stored his homemade brew and the consecrated wine for the church in there. John was able to set up the car on blocks, over the open root cellar and then stand underneath. It was comfortable and kept him out of the blazing sun in the summer.

Dean drove the truck onto the blocks he had set up. He had learned to drive a year ago in case of emergency. He removed all four tires, setting them to seal them and let them dry in the spring sun.

He turned on the radio he had found in the storage shed and found a classic rock station. With a grin on his face as the Eagles sang Hotel California he slid under the truck and stood in the root cellar.

The undercarriage of the diesel truck was well known to Dean. John had his oldest son tinkering by his side for a long time. Jim had complained about the muffler, so Dean began with the exhaust system. He loosened the brackets, trying to solve the mystery. Vehicles were easy. Certain sounds meant different things-catalytic converter, carburetor or starter, each sang their own song.

He hummed along with Lynard Skynard, not hearing the cracking noise from one of the blocks behind him. The first loud groan was quickly accompanied by the back tire rim collapsing down, forcing the other tire rims off their blocks. The axle had broken causing the chain reaction.

Dean scooted to the side to get out, but a second was not long enough. The drive shaft struck him, causing him to fall back into the pit. The truck covered the root cellar, leaving its occupant in darkness.

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Sam brought the Happy Meal toys with him to the library. It kept him occupied for all of ten minutes before he wanted to leave Caleb's side. John had gone to interview some of the farmers and people who had lost animals. Winchester dropped Reaves and his son off at the library to do research and would pick them up later in the afternoon.

"Come on Sammy, help me with the microfiche." Caleb slid his chair over, and pulled the chair that the boy was sitting in towards him.

The boy kneeled in his chair and took over the operation of the machine, flipping through adeptly.

"Thanks," Reaves said, tousling Sam's hair when the boy stopped at an important article. "See this is fun."

The boy rolled his eyes and gave a, "hmphr."

Caleb didn't know if he was going to make it through the afternoon with the bored ten-year-old. Reaves winked at the research librarian so she would help him later. He then gestured for Sam to stand up, and they went over to the fiction section. "Hey, I know a book you would like."

Sam stared at the book. "The Three Musketeers?"

"Great book." He escorted the boy back to their table. "I was like 13 when I read it." Caleb fondly recalled the book getting him through a rough time. "Trust me, kid, you'll like it."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, and opened the book as Caleb continued to go through the microfiche.

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