Authors Note: What is happening to John to make him so angry? Even though he's always grumpy it seems suspicious to me. Will Sam finally cave in and tell Dean about his vision? Will Dean crumble with being faced with his dad's anger and Sam's freakiness throughout the hunt? The world may never know. Thanx Charity

So I'm going home,

Back to the place where I belong,

And where your love has always been enough for me.

I'm not running from,

No, I think you got me all wrong.

I don't regret this life I chose for me

But these places and these faces are getting old

Sam woke up feeling like complete crap. His chest was congested and his head was pounding a mile a minute. Oh great I'm sick. Just what he wanted.

His face was planted in the pillow and tidbits of the night were fuzzy. He can't really remember getting into bed. Pushing off the bed as best as he could he looked through bleary eyes to see his father was gone. Big surprise. His brother was snoring softly on the other bed. Figures.

Pushing the covers off, he noticed that his jacket and shoes were gone. I don't remember taking off my shoes or jacket? Damnit Dean! He thought bitterly, his brother undressed him again and probably was the one who tucked him in. There's only so much he can handle with Dean's protective nature and Dean's urge to mother hen him. Undressing him and tucking him in is one thing he just can't handle. Though it's a gracious thought his pride just can't handle it.

Getting up out of the bed he swayed for a bit as the room began to shift. He needed a nice hot shower. Maybe after that he can lay low off his dad's firing range and actually get through this hunt and maybe his vision. He shook his head of the thought.

Hastily grabbing things out of his duffle he drunkingly made his way into the bathroom.

Hearing the shower running Dean's first thought was there better be hot water left. After his little sparring match with his dad last night he's going to need a good long shower to clear his head to be ready for his dad again. As if it wasn't enough that his brother was acting strange now his dad had to join in on the party.

The soft click of a door opening had him freezing in bed. He gripped for the knife underneath his pillow till his dads voice wafted through.

"Where's your brother Dean?"

Oh god not again. Dean groaned out in displeasure. Was his dad starting in on the kid this early? Twisting over so he was laying on his back he could see the lines of anger on his dads face and he instantly grew concerned for his brother. What did Sammy do now?

"Shower." He replied with a hint of displeasure of his dads tone. Why was his dad angry already? If Sam's in the shower that mean's the kid just woke up.

"Damnit!" John yelled out as anger poured through him. He felt a force telling him to punish Sam for leaving Dean vulnerable while Sam decided to primp in a mirror.

"What's wrong with taking a shower dad jeez. Take a chill pill." Dean instantly got out of bed at hearing his dad curse like a sailor all over Sam taking a shower. Something's wrong.

"Can't the kid do anything right." John spat as he strode his way over to bathroom door.

Dean froze at his dads words of malice. Instantly he became angry himself. "What's wrong with you?! You have no right to say that!" Dean spat. Was his dad trying to start something?

The minute John got to the door and his fist collided with the wood he all of the sudden didn't feel angry. He felt…funny. What was he about to do? His mind told him he was about to actually lay a hand on his son for taking a shower. Taking a shower? This is a cruel sick joke right? There has to be a logical part to all this. His logical brain said Sam needed to be punished for leaving Dean vulnerable but Dean could take care of himself.

So what was he about to do again?

"Dad!" Dean yelled again trying to break through his dad's stare down at the wall. What the hell just happened? His dad was on a mission banging on the door then he just stopped? Something was wrong. "Talk to me."

"Dean?" John questioned as he flinched back from whatever state he was in. "We have a serious problem."

Sam let the hot water cascade onto his aching body. It soothing out all his kinks. He slowly felt himself begin to unwind and actually relax. The vision, his dad, hunting all left the building. Wherever the hell you are Devin thanks for sending me to a motel with a fantastic shower. He would soon have to step out and let Dean use it knowing that his brother wouldn't be asleep for long. Of course that's when the hot water ends.

He could hear when the door slammed shut and he stopped rinsing the shampoo out of his hair straining to hear what was being said. He could make out the first voice loud and clear as his dad's and he sounded pissed.

All the words were jumbled but there was no denying the tone of his voice he was furious. He didn't dare think at what. Going back to raking his fingers through his hair that's when he heard Dean's voice pick up in the conversation. Dean's voice sounded equally pissed. Either his dad and Dean were fighting which he guessed was a big fat no or they were both pissed at him. That was more than likely as a loud thump on the door made him jump slipping and falling.

He tried to reach out to grab something but he kept slipping and sliding. Finally when his head hit the tile and all he saw was stars he knew this shower was too good to be true. This day was turning out to be the worst damn day ever. He figured that maybe the vision was just to torture him and Devin was sitting back somewhere laughing his ass off at his misery.

Dean was panic stricken at his father's words. He tried to stop his anger from unleashing but in times of fear that's all he knows how to do. "So now you tell me? What the hell was that little show? Huh? It looked like you were about to rip down that door and beat Sam's ass up and down this street for taking a shower."

John swallowed down guilt at the thought. "Listen I know what's going on now. It's an anger spell."

"Anger spell? You mean someone whammed you?" Dean asked as his eyebrows went wide. "Well that explains a lot. Why are you only angry at Sam then?" He would really like to know because the sooner he finds out the better.

"I don't know whoever set the spell made me only angry at Sam. So someone obviously wants me angry at Sam." John thought with fear. Someone is trying to get him to hurt his boy.

Dean already started to panic. He saw his father earlier there was no denying the murderous gleam in his eyes. "So you're getting angry at him for run of the mill things." He leaned on the wall next to the bathroom door all thoughts of a shower gone now that he knows his brother is potentially in danger.

"I guess," John admitted shamefully. He felt a force go through him like no other. He saw only red and he wanted blood. He wanted to throw up right now.

"What should we do? How do we find whoever set the spell?" Dean blurted out the shower water raining down giving him comfort.

"Well anger spells differ but it has to be someone who knows there stuff. We just have to find out who set it. What confused me is the person who sets the spell has to have something from me and Sam like an object in order to set it." John said with fear.

Dean was freaking out right now. Someone could be stalking them? That's what there dad is practically saying. If whoever did this had something of there dad's and Sammy. He felt himself start to hyperventilate at all the people in Weber County alone.

"Don't worry we'll figure it out." John sighed as he rubbed his head.

"Do you think maybe…you might need a separate room from Sam just incase."

Just incase you go homicidal and try to kill your own son. Don't worry he got it. "Yeah," John put on a strained smile. "I'll check into one."

Dean frowned as he heard the water still pour on. When did Sam enter the shower? Turning around he knocked tentatively on the door. "Sammy you ok in there?" He yelled straining to hear his brother's reply.

"What is it Dean?" John questioned as Dean began to knock on the door.

"Shhhhh," He shhh'd his dad desperate to hear his brothers reply. Nothing.

"Sammy answer me!" Dean yelled jiggling the door handle. Still nothing.

A cold hand slithered its way into John's heart. His son answers when he's told to. Concern soon ebbed away to anger. John immediately shook his head of the evil thoughts. It's happening again. "Dean's it's happening again, I can't be here." He warned as he backed away cautiously. He had to clear his head. He couldn't hurt his son. He just couldn't.

Dean gave his dad an understanding nod not really focusing on him at the moment. He jiggled the door handle again. Locked. "Sam if you don't answer I'm coming in! Naked or not!" He added hoping that would spur Sam to answer him.

Nothing. Silence.

Dean was full on panicking. Letting go of the door handle he reared up his leg bare foot and all and kicked at the door as hard as he could.

Thank god for cheap motel rooms. Dean thought because the door gave way hitting the wall with a loud crack. His foot now throbbed but he brushed it off. Moving into the room he gasped at the sight. "Sam!"

EEK! A cliffhanger. I'm not done with Sammy peril. Sam just can't catch a break can he. Devin doesn't seem to want him too from the looks of it. Now we know why John's so angry at Sam. It seems Devin's been up to some bad things. Dean only thinks that's worst of it as if…hello vision. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity