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Supernatural. .... "Early Bird."
Oct. 21st, 2012 01:21 am"Sammy." Dean whispered.
"Ten more minutes." Sam muttered.
"No can do kiddo. Dad wants us down in five."
"The sun's not even up yet." Sam whined then he looked at his alarm and groaned "It's not even FOUR A.M.!.. Why does dad want us up so damn early?"
"Turns out we're hunting something that can only be ganked if it's shot in the heart just as the sun rises and it'll take an hour to track it from it's latest kill sight and another hour to corner it for the kill BAM right at sunrise! Now get up, get dressed and get downstairs before dad comes up and gets ahold of BOTH our asses."
Sam grumbled as he climbed out of bed and shrugged on some clothes then he tredged downstairs to see his dad sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee.
"Sir." Sam said imploringly "What exactly are we hunting today?"
John smiled a knowing smile while Dean let out a loud hearty chuckle as John replied "We're hunting the Early Bird Sam."
Sam looked at his father in confusion as Dean hit the floor rolling in a fit of hysteria. Then Dean tried to control his breathing as he sat up and started laughing hard again as he stammered "Yeah cause we don't want it getting the worm before us!"
At that John chuckled as he pulled a fishing rod up from beside the table and handed it to Sam saying "Yeah cause if it gets the worm first then what are we gonna use for bait?" Then he rufled a hand in his confused eight year old son's hair and said over at Dean "Well the best time to catch the big ones are in the pre-dawn hours so if we're gonna go fishing we better head out now."
Sam was still a little confused, four months ago when Dean had told him about monsters being real and their dad had started training him practically nonstop Sam had thought that all their would be to life after that was hunting evil.. But apparently there was still time for doing things as a family... Maybe life wasn't just about hunting after all...
"Ten more minutes." Sam muttered.
"No can do kiddo. Dad wants us down in five."
"The sun's not even up yet." Sam whined then he looked at his alarm and groaned "It's not even FOUR A.M.!.. Why does dad want us up so damn early?"
"Turns out we're hunting something that can only be ganked if it's shot in the heart just as the sun rises and it'll take an hour to track it from it's latest kill sight and another hour to corner it for the kill BAM right at sunrise! Now get up, get dressed and get downstairs before dad comes up and gets ahold of BOTH our asses."
Sam grumbled as he climbed out of bed and shrugged on some clothes then he tredged downstairs to see his dad sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee.
"Sir." Sam said imploringly "What exactly are we hunting today?"
John smiled a knowing smile while Dean let out a loud hearty chuckle as John replied "We're hunting the Early Bird Sam."
Sam looked at his father in confusion as Dean hit the floor rolling in a fit of hysteria. Then Dean tried to control his breathing as he sat up and started laughing hard again as he stammered "Yeah cause we don't want it getting the worm before us!"
At that John chuckled as he pulled a fishing rod up from beside the table and handed it to Sam saying "Yeah cause if it gets the worm first then what are we gonna use for bait?" Then he rufled a hand in his confused eight year old son's hair and said over at Dean "Well the best time to catch the big ones are in the pre-dawn hours so if we're gonna go fishing we better head out now."
Sam was still a little confused, four months ago when Dean had told him about monsters being real and their dad had started training him practically nonstop Sam had thought that all their would be to life after that was hunting evil.. But apparently there was still time for doing things as a family... Maybe life wasn't just about hunting after all...
