"Tell me about it. Especially considering this is my no-class-sleep-in day." Dean yawned again. "Dad called, woke me up. Said to meet him here with you, that he was bringing breakfast." He shrugged. "I wasn't awake enough to argue."
Dean shrugged again. "Damned if I know." But he exchanged a look with Sam. "Gotta be important though. Dad's not really one for 'I've called you all together to tell you what a great job you've been doing. Carry on,' sort of meetings."
Dean frowned. "You don't think that's what this is, do you? I mean, he seems to be happy here. He did the dunk tank at the carnival. That's not something someone thinking of leaving gets into is it?"
"I don't know. He seems happy, like he's enjoying being here. And if that stuff that people have been saying about him on the radio is true..." Sam trailed off for a moment. "But, on the other hand, if something serious has come up, that might trump being here."
"And here I thought I'd never hear you say that. Maybe it's something else," Sam said hopefully. "Maybe something's happened to Caleb or Pastor Jim, and he wants us to know about it?"
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