"Dude, I swear if you don't stop staring at me, I'm gonna punch you in the face." Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off the road ahead of him as he steered the Impala through the darkness. Even though he couldn't see his brother's face, he could feel his eyes on him.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes as he gnawed on the nail of his thumb. "Doesn't it bother you? Aren't you pissed, man?" He questioned incredulously.

Dean groaned to himself as he shot Sam a look. "I'm just glad Dad's okay, okay?"

"Oh, bullshit. Dad's been missing for months, Dean. Months. We thought he was dead for Christ's sake!"

"You thought he was dead." Dean grumbled, but Sam continued on as if he hadn't heard him.

"And then all of the sudden his voicemail changes, saying to direct anyone who needs his help to you! I mean the man doesn't even have the decency to let us...his own sons...know he's not rotting in a ditch somewhere!" Sam shouted furiously.

"I'm sure Dad has a reason for not calling us, Sammy." Dean responded evenly, struggling to remain faithful to his dad.

"Same song, different verse." Sam mumbled under his breath, turning his head to stare out the window, a dejected look crossing his face.

Dean couldn't stand seeing his brother upset like this, and although he himself was more than pissed, they had work to do. "Alright, so what's this case we're working on again?"

Sam remained silent, his nostrils flared as he continued to stare out the window.

"Dude."

When Sam didn't respond once again, Dean reached over and ruffled Sam's mop of brown hair. "Dean! What the hell!" He exclaimed, quickly smoothing it back into place.

"I'll shave your head when you're sleeping if you don't focus." Dean threatened, both of them knowing he would never follow through...possibly.

Sam sighed and pulled out their newest case file, flipping through a couple pages before speaking up. "New Haven, Connecticut." Dean nodded, motioning for his brother to continue. "There have been about half a dozen so called 'animal attacks' all centered around one area. In this neighborhood downtown. Uh, so far, I can't find anything connecting the vics except their deaths which all involved their hearts getting ripped out of their chests."

"So we're dealing with a werewolf?"

"That's the weird thing...the full moon isn't for another week."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Werewolves only come out when there's a full moon."

"Exactly."

"Alright, so we don't know what we're dealing with then?"

"Sounds about right." Sam sighed, closing the case file.

"Awesome." Dean muttered sarcastically. "What about a pattern? Any patterns in the deaths?"

"Nope. All occurring randomly, except for how they were killed." Sam repeated, before a thought hit him. "Hey, maybe it was just animal attacks, Dean. Maybe it's nothing supernatural at all." Sam offered, but knowing that with their luck, that probably wasn't the case.

"If only, if only." Dean said casually, tossing Sam a cheeky grin.

Sam smirked and shook his head in exasperation before yawning. "You wanna pull over for the night? We can catch a couple hours and then high tail it to Connecticut?"

"Nah." Dean shrugged, settling into the seat. "I'm good to drive for a while."

"You sure? I can stay up with you." Sam offered.

"I'm good, Sam." Dean repeated. "Besides, I'm not alone. I got an old time friend with me." He continued with a grin as he held up a thermos full of black coffee.

Dean knew deep down that the reason he hadn't been able to sleep was because his mind wouldn't stop racing. He was thankful his dad was alive, he was. But why hadn't he called? His dad always checked in with him. He's never leave his own sons wondering if he was dead or alive. Something just didn't sit right with him.

Sam snorted once before shrugging off his jacket and balling it into a makeshift pillow. He shoved it against the door before settling against the window, stretching his long legs as far as he could in front of him. Within minutes, Sam was fast asleep, the only sound coming from the roar of the Impala.

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"Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty!" Dean chimed, shaking his brother awake.

Sam snorted and jolted awake with a start. He groaned when sunlight glared into his as eyes as he squinted them, taking in their surroundings. He let out a yawn as he faced his brother. "Where are we?"

"New Haven."

Sam stared incredulously at his brother. "We're here already? Did you sleep at all?"

"Nah."

"Nah?" Sam repeated. "Come on Dean, what's with you lately? You haven't slept like at all and you barely eat. Is it because of dad?"

"No. I just wasn't tired Sam." Dean argued, watching as Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Look Dean, I know you. Better than you even know yourself. Dad's being an ass. It's not fair-"

"Sam, if you value that pretty face of yours, I'd stop talking." Dean responded lightly, slapping Sam's cheek gently.

"Dude-"

"Seriously. Drop it." Dean interrupted, all the humor gone in his voice.

Sam sighed and fought back the urge to roll his eyes. "Alright. Well do you wanna grab a motel room and sleep for an hour now that we're here?"

"Nope. Now come on, we got things to do, people to save." Dean retorted, grabbing the case file off the floor and flipping it open.

Sam sighed once again, cursing inwardly at Dean's stubbornness. "Fine. So where do we start?"

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