AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! I just wanna thank all of you peoples for reading this story, I'm really glad you all like it:)

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to spnrocks2005 for being awesome! She helped me with an idea for part of this chapter and you all should thank her people!

"Words"= normal talking.

++Words++= sign language

"++Words++"=Signing and talking.

Words= thoughts

Words=something written on paper

P.S.S. Remember when I write Dean speaking verbally I will be spelling some words wrong to show the deaf accent. I know you might all get that but some of you might forget.

Chapter 12. Figured Out. Sam's Pov.

"So do you want to stop?" I ask, turning to see Dean looking out the window. "De…" I stop myself, remembering that he can't hear me. I look back to the road, my grip tightening on the wheel as I go deeper into thought.

We've been driving for six hours and it's been awkward as hell; Dean can't hear me and when I try to say something I feel like an idiot for forgetting that he's deaf. At first I tried to get his attention to ask him what he thought we should do but when I did he was too busy researching that he wouldn't really pay attention to my lips. After about two hours of silence I wanted to play music to keep my mind off of things and keep me calm but then I started to wonder if it would insult Dean; I mean he's deaf, would he take me playing music as a message of "I'm better than you because I can hear this music"? So after that I just stopped trying to talk to him and just kept driving. I accidentally let a few phrases slip like 'do you need to stop' or 'have you found anything' and when he wouldn't answer I would look over to see that he wasn't looking at me. I don't mean to sound like a dick, I mean I feel horrible for how me and Dad made him feel and I know he's a good hunter, but how can Bobby stand it? Bobby has always been able to hear and all of a sudden he has this son who can't hear shit. How can they talk in a car? How can they act normal in public? How can Dean want to be deaf?

I'm startled from my thoughts when Metallica starts blaring from the speakers. I look over to the side to see Dean with one hand on the side of the door and the other on the speaker, bobbing his head along with the beat. He turns to look at me with a huge smile on his face.

"Cool music." I can barely make out, and I turn the music down. He gives me a questioning look as I point to the speakers.

"Can you hear that?" I ask. He rolls his eyes and takes his hand off of the car.

"++No I can't; I fee vibation++" he says, and I can't help but have trouble understanding his deaf accent. Does he talk like that because he can't hear himself or because he doesn't really talk?

"How can you like that?" I realize that what I said was insulting and I quickly apologize. "God that was a stupid thing to ask, sorry." He just laughs his muffled laugh while shaking his head.

"++No it fine++" I look to the road quickly before watching him sign. "++I like feeing da vibation drough my body++" he looks to the box of Dads cassette tapes at his feet and smiles. "++Rock has goo bass.++" I nod, understanding how a deaf person might like that.

"Um can I ask another question?" he nods. "Do you ever wonder what the music actually sounds like?" he bites his lip quickly before nodding.

"++Yes, bu I don' care enough to wan to hear.++" I nod. Should I ask this question?

"Why don't you want to hear?" I ask after several moments of silence.

"++I++" he stops, grabbing a note book from his jacket pocket and opening it to a clean page and turning up the music, resting the side of his leg against the door to feel the vibrations. As he writes I decide to pull into Urbandale, Iowa to grab food and use the internet, hoping to find anything that could help is find my dad. I pull into a diner parking lot five minutes later and when I pull the keys out of the ignition he hands me the paper.

I was able to hear when I was little, but when I was four my family was attacked by something supernatural and it killed my parents and my new born brother. The only sound I can remember is my mother screaming while they were being burned alive and I don't want to hear in a world that could cause that horrible of a noise…I mean that's not the only reason I don't want to hear. Pretty much I have been deaf my whole life and I honestly think I'm better off. There are no distractions and I can notice things faster and I can enjoy sights more. I don't mean for this to be hearing people bashing but I just feel that in some ways I am at more of an advantage than hearing people.

I look up to meet his eyes and he gives me a questioning look, asking if that was enough of an answer. I nod my head and he gives me a small smile, unbuckling his seat belt and opening the car door. He gets out of the car and turns to face me.

"Ou coming?" he asks and I give him a small smile, placing the note down and getting out of the car. We head to the trunk to grab out laptops and walk inside. Once inside we see a sign that says 'seat your self' and Dean points to the corner booth in the back away from the other customers with one eyebrow raised.

"Yeah that works." We walk over to the booth and sit down, taking out our laptops to boot them out while we look at our menus.

"What can I get for you two?" a voice asks two minutes later. I look up to see a boy in his mid teens with braces standing at our table with a pad and pencil, looking half dead on his feet.

"Coffee and the chicken salad sandwich please." He nods, writing it down quickly then looking to Dean. Dean shows the waiter the menu and points to something on it.

"Bacon cheese burger?" he asks and Dean nods as the waiter writes it down. "And to drink?"

"++Coffee please++" the waiters eyes widen slightly at the sound of Deans voice and the sign language but stops himself quickly, looking down at the pad while writing his order.

"THAT WILL BE UP IN A BIT." He says loudly, then walks away to another table; I notice the few other patrons in the restaurant looking at Dean with curious eyes and when I look at them they look away quickly.

"++Was he yelling?++" Dean asks. I nod and he sighs in annoyance. "++I hate when people do dat.++" he signs then looks to his computer. I bite my bottom lip nervously while looking at my computer screen, not really paying attention to what I'm reading and just letting my mind wander.

"You're sandwich." I look up to see the waiter placing the plate next to my computer. I look to see Dean pulling his plate closer to him and I look at the time on my computer to see that twenty minutes have passed. "Can I get you anything else?" he asks me and I shake my head. "And him?" he asks jerking his head to Dean. As Dean watches his lips his eyes darken at realizing he's being left out of the conversation but before he can say anything I come to his defense.

"Why don't you ask him yourself, he can read lips just fine." A slight blush comes across the teens cheeks then he looks at Dean. "And don't yell either, he can't hear you."

"Do you need anything else?" Dean glares at him before shaking his head no. The waiter nods and rushes to the front of the restaurant where a new customer is sitting, wanting to get away from Dean quickly.

"I'm sorry about that Dean." I say once he's looking at me. He just huffs and shakes his head.

"++I'm used to it.++" he signs before shoving a fry into his mouth and I feel a stab of guilt, I treated him like this when we first met. I mean then I thought I was making it easier and that he didn't realize I was acting differently but now I know how embarrassing in must be for him to be treated differently when he sees himself as normal.

He taps the table to get my attention and turns his computer screen to show me something.

"Jefferson City Missouri?" he nods. "Why are you showing me this?" he takes the computer back and scrolls down to a apartment add then pushing his computer back to me. "Enjoy a beautiful river view from these Sunrise apartments that are great for the family." My eyes widen. "You think the Demons took my Dad there?" he nods, taking a bite of his burger. "And how far away from there are we?" he takes out his notebook and writes something down.

It's almost 8 pm now, we should get there by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

I take a big bite of my sandwich then push the plate away.

"You can finish eating quickly while I go pay for this." He points to me then to my food. "I lost my appetite." He nods in understanding, then takes one more bite of his burger and grabs a fry. He swallow his bite down, eats the fry then wipes his hands off on the napkin before standing up too.

"++Ou need sleep, I'll drive++" I hand him my keys for him to get the car started while I pay the bill.

"You ready?" I ask him and he nods, driving out of the parking lot as I buckle my seatbelt.

I hope you're there Dad.

END OF CHAPTER 12! So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Let me know people:)