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Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sam came home from school on Friday and started dinner. Dean didn’t make it home until 6:30. He was covered with grease and looked exhausted. The older boy headed straight for the bathroom and a shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean entered kitchen and sat down at the table and sighed.
“Man, I’m beat, Sammy. We had an engine with a cracked block and the damned owner wouldn’t believe it. I took it all the way down so he could see. Now, he’s haggling price. Told my boss he doesn’t want to pay top price for a kid.”
Sam set a beer on the table and place the food bowls down. He grabbed a beer and joined his brother.
“What did your boss tell him?”
Dean grinned, “He told him he could either put it back together himself or pay me the going rate.”
“Well, you’re good enough to get the rate, Dean.”
“Thanks. How was your day at school?”
Sam blushed, “I have a date.”
It’s next Saturday night and it’s the Fall Festival. Can I use the car?”
“Hell, yeah! My Sammy’s growing up.”
“I’ve had dates before.”
“Not without me driving,” Dean replied with a grin.
Sam smiled, feeling proud to have the use of Dean’s baby.
Castiel wondered what Dean find to do without transportation.
With everyone standing behind him, John signed a one year lease on the house. He packed and left that afternoon. Bobby, Pastor Jim, and Caleb helped find some used furniture for the place.
Dean came home that afternoon and told everyone he'd found a job at a mechanic's shop. His dad had taught him well, and the pay wasn't bad. The three men gave Dean money for groceries, school supplies, and everything the two boys would need while living on their own.
They headed out that afternoon. Dean took Sam shopping. By the end of the week, both boys had the house livable and were contented to live there without their Dad.
On Saturday, Dean came home at four in the afternoon, covered with grease. He smiled and went to take a shower. After he had cleaned up, he told Sam to come with him.
"Where are we headed, Dean?"
"To a place that closes at five, so we need to hurry."
The Impala pulled up in front of a book store. Dean jumped out and said, "Come on."
"Come on, Sam. You know a house isn't a home without books. There's some old bookcases in the attic. I thought we could fix them up and paint or stain them. We'd have a place for any books we buy."
"What do we do with them once Dad wants to hit the road again?"
"Leave them at Bobby's. The books here are all twenty-five cents to one dollar in range. I have thirty dollars so let's see what we can find."
The boys bought over one hundred books. They carried them out in boxes. Neither was sure what all they had bought. Dean pulled into the local lumber yard and bought a few tools, some wood glue, nails, and paint.
They spent the remainder of the day repairing three nice size book cases. One was left in the living room, and the other two went into their rooms.
By Sunday afternoon, the cases had books on them, and both boys were in their rooms, laying on their beds, reading.
Friday, September 13, 2013
August wasn’t far away, and Sam’s Senior year was coming fast. Dean never finished high school, but he knew his brother had an almost perfect grade. He thought he was either a 3.9 or a 4.0. In their business, it was hard to keep up with things like grade point averages.
Dean spent a long time on the phone with Bobby, Jim, and Caleb, asking for help. The first week of August, he found a house in town. Dean spent time hunting for it while their Dad was tracking the thing that killed their Mom. The oldest boy figured it would be another dead end.
School would start in two weeks and Sam was frantic. He wanted to stay in one place and John was saying, “No.”
They were at home one evening when there was a knock on the motel room door. Sam answered it and found their three closest friends.
John rose to his feet and welcomed them inside and asked why they were there. Pastor Jim told him they had come to help get the family situated in the house Dean had found.
“What house?” John snapped
“The house we have to have for Sam to finish school. It’s his last year and we talked about it, Dad. You said it would be a good idea for us to stay here while you hunted. We can do salt and burns on weekends together, but it will let him finish. I was gonna get a job so he can have the things he needs for school.”
“Yeah, Dad. You even told Uncle Bobby,” Dean lied smoothly.
John turned red and asked to see the house. Grinning, Dean grabbed his jacket and told everyone to come on.