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.”
“What?”
“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.
