Dean was perplexed, and not over his calculus problem either, but still something didn't add up. It had been Months since they arrived in this small town called Beacon Hills, not even a hint of an out of control monster in sight. Deciding to figure out how a town where the only thing mysterious is the high number of missing hikers, and how the local abandoned industrial site is being slowly bought up and becoming less and less abandoned equal up to a nomadic hunter family settling down for an entire school year. Dean bangs his head down into his homework startling his younger brother.

"What math making your small amount of brain cells hurt?" Sam gave Dean a smirk. "Maybe you shouldn't be slamming your head around, you might lose the ability to think"

Dean looks up and glares "Shut it Bitch, no I am frustrated because dad is acting strange, and I think he is possessed by something"

"He crosses the salt lines and passes through the demon trap every day, Dean he is not possessed."

"I said something, not Demon genius" Dean growls out. "I just don't know what"

"What's your proof Jerk?"

"He just comes here to sleep, He throws money at us almost daily for food, and by the way that is not normal dad behaviour." Sam goes to argue but Dean just ignores his brother's attempt "and once a month he pays for this shitty motel, on time, he also doesn't have Jim, Jack, or Jose making an appearance lately."

"Unless he's on a hunt Dean, dad always says don't draw attention."

"HA, we are not on a hunt, Sammy we have been here for months and we have not researched a single house, or local myth, what about the disappearing hikers? Oh wait even that isn't to mysterious because we live in a dense forest, we haven't seen so much as a mysterious scratch on anyone in this town, the only legend here is of the two oldest families being all Hatfield and McCoy on each other. Considering we haven't even investigated that because one family is dwindling to nonexistence, is something because the west coast is riddled with B type monsters" Dean rushes out in triumph, looking smug at his brother.

Looking stunned Sam concedes. "That is a little concerning."

"I am going to follow him tomorrow, take in my homework will you. I have to actually keep up my friggen' "A+" average Bobby cooked up for me." Dean grumbled and glaring at his completed homework "also it shouldn't be that hard to follow him, he leaves baby with us so I can drive us to school, he can't be going that far."

"You can't follow Dad tomorrow, your meeting your Little Buddy tomorrow, remember the seniors get paired with a kindergartener from the elementary school, this counts as your volunteer hours for graduation."

"Ugh do I have to I already have you for a snot nosed little brat, you act like a 5 year old, it should count" Dean grabs Sam around his head and gives him a noogie.

Swatting off Dean Sam answers "Yes you have to, or else its 30 hours with the creepy vet, who glares at us, whenever we go to the coffee shop, or candy striping at the hospital. Now try and rub those two lonely brain cells together a little harder to finish your homework."

"It's done." Sam raises a brow in disbelief at his brother who flopped himself on their dads bed. "I am not that dumb Sam, I am in AP classes and I am keeping up my fake average just fine." Dean sits up again "It's the reason why I get a little Buddy tomorrow, maybe they will appreciate me" Dean glared at his brother who was ignoring his dramatics, and went back to his homework. "So, what am I supposed to do with a Kid?"

Sam shakes his head not looking up from his science book.