Thanks Sarah, I appreciate the encouragement.
Great comment Sammyluvr83, glad you like the story so far.
It gets a little more exciting in this part. I also have an established story in the flashback section called Raising the Defiant Ones in case you want to check it out.
Thanks for the reads
Braden shoved the last sleeping bag into the back of his uncle’s SUV.
“Is that the last of it?” Dean asked as he closed the door.
Braden nodded and looked over and watched his uncle say goodbye to his family. He climbed into the backseat with a slight sense of apprehension; he looked up one more time at his aunt and cousin as he buckled his seatbelt.
The drive took a little less than an hour and the group got everything out and set up quickly. They decided to take a walk around the area to get a sense of what was out there. They found a small stream that seemed to bring back Braden’s childhood immediately. He investigated the rocks at the bottom saw a few small fish and splashed his fellow campers. They finally continued on their walk with Braden attempting to lead the way with his new compass that Dean had presented to him upon arrival. They were walking at a good clip when all of a sudden Braden stopped dead in his tracks. Both Sam and Dean practically crashed into the boy.
“Why did you stop?” Sam questioned.
“Look at my compass, the arrow is spinning.” Braden said in disbelief.
Both the men looked at the device held in the young shaking hand. They then looked at each other and Dean grabbed his son and they ran towards the campsite.
They arrived back at their encampment and stopped to catch their breath. The needle on the compass had returned to normal.
“What was that, what did it mean?” Braden said struggling through his labored breathing.
“Give me a minute and we’ll explain it to you.” Sam answered finding his way to a lawn chair.
After catching their breath and downing a beer the men regained their composure and tried to give explanation to what had just happened.
“When working in the spirit world we use a device called an EMF meter, its short for electromagnetic field detector. An EMF picks up spirit activity.”
Dean told his son.
“So what does that have to do with my compass?” Braden asked eyes wide with fear.
“Compass’ are magnetic; they too can pick up spirits.” Sam said.
“So you’re saying there was an evil spirit out there with us?” Braden’s voice was reaching a higher pitch with every word.
“Not necessarily evil, but definitely supernatural.” Dean said setting down his beer to go comfort his son.
“If it wasn’t evil why did we run?” The boy questioned.
“Because we didn’t know its objective, and we didn’t have any weapons with us.” Sam replied.
“Better safe than sorry then huh?” The youngster asked.
“Exactly.” The brothers said in unison.
The rest of the day went by without incident and after stowing everything for the night they climbed into their sleeping bags that were arranged in a row inside the large tent. Braden felt safe lying between his father and uncle, probably the safest he had felt in weeks. Of course he had no idea that the last several nights his father had been sleeping on his floor in an effort to watch over him. He slipped in after Braden was asleep and was out before the alarm went off.
The night was peaceful and both Braden and Dean woke up at 7:30 to loudly chirping birds.
“I had no idea birds could be so loud.” Braden said yawning. “Where’s Uncle Sam, I don’t see him outside?”
“He probably headed over to the showers already.” Dean answered.
The two began to get things together to make breakfast. Dean was waiting for Sam to return so he could get his own shower. Camping was great, but it was so much nicer knowing the necessities were nearby, and he considered a daily shower a necessity. Tired of waiting for his uncle, Braden decided to take a walk to the bathrooms.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He called to his father.
“If you don’t see him come right back, do not wander anywhere else. You have no more than 5 minutes, understand? Am I making myself clear?” Dean yelled at his rapidly departing son.
“Yes sir.” Came the distant reply.
Meanwhile back at home Carrie and Katie were toddling around the kitchen still shaking the sleep from their eyes. They too were preparing to make some breakfast. Carrie walked to the pantry next to the deep freezer in the utility room and thought she heard a noise coming from the other side of the door where the house was attached to the garage.
In the woods Braden slowed as he neared the bathhouse hearing a noise on the other side of the door.
Carrie’s heart sped up as she reached for the door with uncertainty.
Braden looked back towards the campsite as his heart began to pound wondering if his dad would be able to hear him.
Carrie was unsure what to do; full of concern for her daughter in the next room she took a step back.
Braden clung to the building peaking around the corner to the door.
Both doors flew open and both revealed Sam standing there.
“Honey, you’re back early, how come?” Carrie said as she hugged her husband.
“Uncle Sam you scared me.” Braden said trying to catch his breath.
“Daddy, you’re back!” Katie said with short lived enthusiasm as she suddenly became pale and vomited.
Braden fell to his knees and his world became black. His thoughts rushed at him, like dreaming in fast forward.
Both children took several minutes to recover and both were steadied by Sam.
Sam picked up Braden and ran with him to the campsite and Dean.
Sam picked up Katie and walked her to the couch.
Something was very, very wrong.