John made
a decision to spend time with his sons.
Using one of his credit cards, the hunter bought a tremendous amount of
fireworks for Independence Day. He
planned to take them out to the country, have a picnic and shoot off the
fireworks.
Sam and
Dean were surprised, but thought it would be a fun family time; something they
never really had with their Father. Both
boys went to bed early, excited about the day ahead.
Dean heard
the phone ring in the middle of the night.
Slipping out of the bed he shared with his brother, the older boy stood
in the doorway and listened to his Dad plan a hunt for the next day. Sighing, he walked into the room and got his
Father’s weapons and began to clean them, knowing the man would not be there in
the morning for them to take care of it.
John got
off the phone and looked at his oldest son.
He grunted and smiled at the boy.
Dean was the perfect soldier. He
didn’t think the boy would ever equal his younger brother, but he obeyed every
order and could be trusted to what he was told.
The oldest
Winchester walked into his bedroom and packed.
He came back into the living room and looked at the teen finishing the
breakdown and cleaning of his rifle. He
nodded and sat down.
“I’m gonna
be gone for a couple of weeks, Dean,” he commented. You two stay here and keep out of
trouble. Stay away from the fireworks.
We’ll find another time to use them. Who
knows. They might actually be usable in
a hunt.”
Dean
forced a smile and answered, “Yes, Sir.”
John
grabbed his weapons and duffel and headed for the door. He turned and looked at his oldest son.”
“Tell Sam
goodbye for me. Keep an eye on him. I don’t want to have to punish you if
anything happens.”
Dean
winced and answered again, “Yes, Sir.
Nothing will happen. I won’t let
it.”
John
grunted in reply, headed out the door to the Impala, and drove away, leaving
one unhappy teenager behind him.
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