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A/N: Okay, finally I got this first chapter started. First off I figure it's better if I start in the beginning. Don't worry this time I have a general idea of what's going to happen. Another thing is that, I'm going to be starting school really soon. So, I might update wierdly. Please just bare with me. So, lets get started.

Marked

Chapter 1 Grounded

John Winchester pulled up to a hotel. He was tired as hell. He turned around to look in the back seat. In the seat was his eldest son, Dean, sprawled out sleeping. Silently he reached for a fake ID on the floorboard. Once he had that he looked next to him and saw his youngest son, Sam, sleeping against the window. As silently as possible he went to the manager's office and rented a room. He went back to his truck to find that Dean had something black on his mouth. All across almost like stitches, he realized that Dean's mouth was sewn shut. Quickly he ripped open the door and jerked his son up to look at him.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing?" Dean shouted in anger.

John looked at his son, the stitches were gone! But, how? He felt Dean struggling to get out of his grip and realized he had his son in a death grip. The sight must of scared him more than he thought. It was just a hullucination, he was tired. He let go of Dean and looked at the front seat to see Sam looking at him questioning.

"Dean, get the door to our room open," John said as he gave Dean the key. "Room 13."

Dean rushed out the other side to find their room. Sam was still giving his father a quetioning look. He wanted to know why he had jerked Dean up to look at him. John ignored the look and got out to get their stuff. Sam got out too, but had no intention of helping his father.

"Dad, why did you do that?" Sam asked.

"No, reason Sammy. Just help me with the stuff," John replied.

Sam stood rooted to his spot, "Not until you tell me why you did that."

Before John could say anything, Dean came into view. John shoved some bags in Sams hands. Then he did the same when Dean was close enough. Each brother lugged the stuff to their room. Sam was about to go back out and question his father when Dean grabbed his arm. Sam looked up into Dean's green eyes.

"Don't bug dad. He's tired, just let him sleep then you can bug him," Dean said with a slight grin.

"But I want to know why he jerked you up just to look at you," Sam said.

"I want to know that too, but if I can wait then you can."

John walked in and dropped the stuff. He collapsed on a bed. Sam stared at their father who was fast asleep now. He turned to look at Dean, but he wasn't beside him anymore. He looked around and saw Dean heading out the door.

"Dean where are you going?"

"Shh," Dean put his finger up to his lips. "I'm going out for a little bit. I'll be back with food. If dad wakes up and asks where I went tell him I went to get food."

It had been hours since Dean had left. John was now stirring, and Sam stared at the door praying that Dean would come through. Of course his prayers were not answered. John awoke and looked around the room to see only his youngest son. He had no doubt that Dean had left after he went to sleep.

"Sam, where's Dean?"

"Getting food."

"Yeah right. Where did he really go?"

"I don't know."

"Well, then lets check the local bar," John got up and headed toward the door with Sam close behind.

It didn't take too long to get to the bar. They walked in and were hit with a blasting from the band. Some girl was singing the song 'That's How They Do It In Dixie' by Hank Willaims Jr. They easily spotted Dean, who was dancing with some girl who was all over him. John go the most wonderful idea, he whispered something in Sam's ear. Sam smiled and nodded. Quickly he moved over to Dean and put his hands on his hips.

"Dean," he said in somewhat of a girl voice. Dean whipped around to look at him. "What are you doing? I thought we were suppose to meet at the cafe, and then we were suppose to go to the motel to mess around. And here you are cheating on me!"

The girl looked at Dean then to Sam and quickly walked off, "Wait!" Dean yelled.

John walked over and grabbed Dean by his arm and growled, "Grounded. You are going to stay at the hotel with your brother until I get back from the hunt."

A/N: What did you think?