A/N: Okay so I own nothing... aside from my characters that I will introduce next chapter. Dean, Sam, John and the Impala belong to Kripke and the title belongs to Superchick.
Rated T for violence
"Dad, why do we have to go there?" Dean Winchester questioned from the backseat of the Impala, his face turned towards the window.
"I told you Dean, a friend needs help." It was one o'clock in the morning, and John had really been hoping that his sons would just fall asleep. He looked in the rear view mirror and looked at his sons. Dean sitting up straight, his legs curled underneath him, his right arm placed across the upper body of his little brother who had stretched himself out on the backseat, his head resting on Dean's thigh.
"Needs help with what dad?" Sam questioned, tilting his head slightly so he could look at his father's eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Boys. That's enough. I've told you all of this twenty times already, will you two just go to sleep." John snapped as he looked back at the road. Both boys looked at their father, his shoulders tense with frustration. John could hear both Dean and Sam sigh slightly as he looked back at them, watching as Sam moved onto his side so he was facing the back of the car, and Dean turned his face back out towards the window, watching the rain hit the glass.
The car stayed silent for awhile, John had focused on the road again, turning the wipers to a faster speed when the rain came down harder. He listened to the metallic sounds of rain hitting metal as he sped down the deserted road, every now and then hearing his sons steady breathing mixed in.
"Dad?" John glanced at the mirror and saw Dean's reflection in it staring back at him.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" John asked quietly and watched his eldest son shrug. "What's up Dean?"
"Have you ever killed a werewolf?"
"Why?" John questioned, giving his son a puzzled look.
"Just wonderin' is all." Dean said looking back out the window at the rain.
"One." John said after a couple minutes of silence, his eyes trained on Dean. "You know how to kill one of those son?" Dean shook his head. "With a silver bullet. You remember that, just in case you ever run into one. You remember to shoot it with a silver bullet before it gets to you or Sam. Got it?" He waited for Dean to nod before continuing. "Good... now get some sleep Dean, I'm going to need to sharp tomorrow, I don't want you dragging your feet on a hunt."
"Yes sir." Dean said quietly, as he shifted slightly in his seat, careful not to jostle Sammy to much, and looked back out the window, his eyes starting to close.
A/N: Was that too short? I'll have to make the next chapter longer. You like?
