Chapter one I hope you enjoy it :D

Sam stood over his brother's bed and softly whispered,

"Dean, wake up". Dean murmured in response, his eyes still glued shut.

"Five more minutes' dad." Sam stifled a laugh, but he could not ignore the slight pang of jealousy he felt at Dean mentioning their dad. After all, from Sam's perspective Dean had clearly always been the favourite of the family. Impatiently, Sam rose his voice,

"Dean!" Dean rolled over on to his stomach and appeared to be smiling giddily to himself as if in a pleasurable dream. He said cockily,

"Damn girl. Is it you? Or is that red dress you're wearing on fire?" Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief and noticed the silver flask of holy water resting on Dean's bedside table. Smirking Sam quietly picked it up and threw the contents of the bottle onto Dean's face. Bolting upwards Dean growled,

"Holy shit that waters cold! What the hell Sam?" as he rubbed at the droplets of water that were dripping down his rugged face. Clearly pleased with himself Sam joked lightly,

"No wonder the demons hate it," Sam tossed his brother a towel from the small bathroom as Dean scoffed at his brother's joke. "Look we are getting a hunting dog today, remember?" Dean paused and set his piercing green eyes onto his brother's pale hazel coloured ones. Sam grabbed the calendar and held it out to Dean, pointing to a date he had circled with red marker.

'Who does he think he is a five year old?' Dean thought to himself agitatedly as he ignored Sam's irresistible puppy-dog gaze. How could Dean forget? Sam had been banging on about getting a new addition to the family for weeks. Shame to say it clearly wasn't a 'phase' and Sam was no longer a little kid, who Dean could easily push around.

"You're still on about that crap! Dad never needed one, why should we?" Dean questioned exasperatedly as he held his arms out wide. Sam said deadly seriously,

"Dad's methods are old." As soon as the words parted his lips Sam gulped inwardly as Dean walked over and glared intimidatingly as him. In a high tone that quickly descended into a low and threatening one Dean said,

"Hey! Don't you dare say a bad word against his methods. He was the best in the buis!" Dean stalked off to grab his shirt and jacket he had left hanging up in the compact bathroom. Sam lifted his gaze which he had lowered to the floor. Defiantly Sam called after him,

"Best in the buis! He was the only one in the buis."

Sam chose to ignore the fact that there were many hunters that existed in the world. Solely because none of them had become as famous or well-known as John Winchester. Dean decided not to pursue his brother's shrewd remarks, knowing he would end up punching his brother or a full blown row would ensue. Dean felt like he could not handle that today.

Exiting from the bathroom Dean walked over to the rickety table and grabbed his keys; cradling them in his clasped hand,

"Whatever. Come on let's get this over with."

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