Hello there! It's been a while since I've written for Supernatural, but the new season has definitely renewed my interest! So here's the first chapter!

Takes place right after 'No Exit' and will continue on into it's own story.

Warning: May contain spoilers from season 1 and definitely from season 2. Some bad language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam or anything from Supernatural; just playing with them!

Chapter 1:

Dean turned and glared at the door to the Roadhouse. His first instinct was to say how dare they? How dare they accuse his father, John Winchester, of making a mistake. Not the man he worshiped all of his life. John Winchester didn't make the kind of mistakes that got someone else hurt. Of course, that was what his first instinct told him to think. It took a second for his mind to snap back to reality. After everything that had happened this last year, he had come to question the man he thought of as bigger than life. It had become painfully obvious that his father did make mistakes. But no matter what had happened, no matter what Joe or Ellen thought, his father wouldn't let someone get hurt if he could help it. And Dean was not about to walk away from this place without making sure they understood that.

Dean began to stalk to the door. He barley registered Sam's voice behind him asking him what was going on. Dean opened the door forcefully. He was trying very hard to control his anger. Ellen snapped around in surprise as he and Sam entered.

With an irritated look on her face she asked, "What do you need Dean. Cause' I have to be honest with you, I'm not in the mood to talk about this any more with you boys."

Dean snorted, "You've got some nerve lady."

Ellen raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me? Do you have something to say to me?"

Sam stood next to Dean, his eyes darting back and forth between him and Ellen. He had no idea what Jo had said to set his brother off, but he knew this wasn't going to be pretty. He knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help himself. "Dean? What's going on?"

Dean's eyes darted to Sam for a second then landed back on Ellen, sending daggers her way. "Why don't you ask dear ol' Ellen here why she would say that Dad got her husband killed?"

Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Ellen nodded her head. "So Jo told you. I'm sorry Dean, but the truth is the truth."

"Doesn't sound like any kind of truth to me. Were you there? Do you know exactly what happened?" Dean asked.

"I know what happened Dean." Ellen paused and took a deep breath. "Look boys, I'm sorry it had to come out this way. I really am sorry John is gone. But after what just happened with my daughter, I think it might be best for you to stay away. Feel free to call Ash, but I don't want you around Jo." She said the last part, making sure she was looking directly at Dean.

Dean's jaw clenched. "No problem lady. But let me get one thing straight. I don't want to hear you talkin' that crap about my dad. You obviously didn't know him as well as you thought. You got it!"

Sam saw as anger flashed in Ellen's eyes. She took a step toward Dean. "Don't you dare speak to me that way. Let me tell you something kid. John Winchester was a cocky son of a bitch who thought he walked on water when it came to hunting. He was pig headed, cocky, and reckless. The only thing he cared about was the hunt, no one else. And you know what? You're just like him." She pointed at Dean.

Dean took a step toward Ellen, and Sam found himself taking a step forward also. Dean would never hit a woman, but Sam wasn't about to place a bet on that right now.

"You don't know me lady!"

"You almost got my daughter killed! You're just as bad as your father. All you care about is your obsession with this demon. And just like John, you're going to get everyone around you hurt or killed!" Ellen was full on screaming now.

Sam fully expected Dean to yell back. Hell he was ready to yell back. He couldn't believe what was happening. But what shocked him even more was what happened next. Dean didn't say a word. He stared at Ellen for a minute, shook his head and turned and walked out the door.

Sam turned to follow him out but stopped and turned back to Ellen. He wasn't about to let this go. In a very calm voice he said, "Thanks for what you've done for us Ellen. But you're wrong. You don't know my brother or me. I don't know what happened with my dad, but you're wrong."

"Sam, why don't you just go back to school. Your brother's heading down the same path as John and it won't be pretty." She said in a soft voice.

Sam had to laugh. "You want to know what's funny Ellen. You're accusing the wrong brother. Dean may be cocky, but he's far from reckless. I've never seen him put himself first in anything, and as far as the obsession goes. You're looking at the Winchester who's been following his father's footsteps. Don't worry, we won't be back around." Sam turned and walked away, leaving behind a very stunned Ellen.

Sam made his way to the Impala. Dean was already sitting behind the wheel, the engine idling. Sam slipped into the passenger seat. Dean didn't say a word, just put the car in gear and took off.


Dean drove for the next two hours in complete silence. He didn't once look at Sam or turn on the radio. Sam was at a loss for what to say. His mind just couldn't process what had happened or what his father had been accused of. He sat lost in his thoughts, not paying any attention to where they going. Not until the car finally came to a stop. Finally paying attention to what was around him, Sam found himself staring out the window at a computer store.

He turned to Dean and saw him shuffling through his wallet finally pulling out a credit card. "What are we doing?"

"It's time to get you a laptop so you can go back to doing research. This card should have enough on it." With that Dean got out of the card and headed into the store without waiting for Sam.

Surprised, Sam hurried and followed him in. He found Dean standing in front of a display of laptops. "You're the computer whiz. Which one?" Dean asked him.

Looking at the computers Sam found himself forgetting that he didn't like to use the fraudulent credit cards. He missed having his computer so bad. And if they no longer had allies at the Roadhouse, they definitely needed to replace the old one. He found himself fully engulfed in reading what each one had to offer, making sure he picked the right one.

Dean had stood by watching Sam drool over the computers. He had to smile. His brother really was a geek. As much as he would have liked to humor Sam, he didn't think the process should take all day. He cleared his throat, "Dude, they're just computers, pick one already."

Sam glanced up quickly with a sheepish look on his face, "Sorry. Yeah, uh, this one should be fine."

"'Bout time." Dean turned to the store clerk. "We'll take this one."

Fifteen minutes later they had the computer purchased and Sam had them signed up for a new wireless internet service. All fully paid for with credit card fraud, and Sam couldn't have cared less. He finally felt like things were getting back to whatever type of normalcy they once had. As they sat in a diner down the street finishing off their coffee he asked Dean, "So what now?"

Dean smiled his cocky smile, pointed at the computer and said, "Time for you to go to work geek boy. Find us a job."


So that's just the opening. Next chapter will move on to their new job. Please leave a review and let me know what you thought!