Dean and Angel bunked together and were asleep on one bed while Sam slept on the other. John's bag was on the couch but he was wide awake, sitting at the table with a radio held in both hands listening to the dispatchers talk.

"Unit 22 let me confirm. Mile marker 41, abandoned car. You need a workup?"

"Copy that. Possible 207. Better get forensics out here."

John put the radio down, jumped to his feet and grabbed his jacket.

He walked over and slapped his kids feet as he called their name to wake them, "Angel, Sam, Dean, let's go."

Dean answered immediately, although still asleep, "Mm-hmm."

John, knowing she was the hardest to get up, shook his daughter until he saw her eyes open, "Angel."

She instantly shot up, gun in hand, "I'm up, i'm going…" Sam half sat up as Dean rubbed his eyes and Angel watched her dad as she started collecting her things, "What's going on?"

"I picked up a police call."

Sam looked up at him but didn't get up, "What happened?"

"A couple called 911, found a body in the street. Cops got there and everyone was missing. It's the vampires."

At that Sam rose from the bed, "How do you know?"

John didn't turn to answer as he left, "Just follow me, okay?"

Sam walked across the room and put his jacket on as Dean smiled still half asleep, "Huh, vampires. Gets funnier every time I hear it."

Later on…

After John finished talking to a cop on the scene he walked back to his kids who were waiting by the Impala.

Sam sulked, "I don't see why we couldn't have gone over with him."

Dean scoffed, "Oh, don't tell me it's already starting."

"What's starting?"

"Just drop the tude, Sam." Angel quipped and she pointed to him when he went to argue, "We don't need it right now."

Dean called to John as he walked up, "What have you got?"

"It was them alright. Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour."

Sam's head went up, "How can you be so sure?"

Dean scolded his tone, "Sam…"

Sam's tone turned sharp to Dean, "I just wanna know we're going in the right direction."

John stared at him, "We are."

"How do you know?"

John handed something off to Angel, "I found this."

"Uh…" Her brows furrowed, "A tooth?"

Dean gaped, "It's a… a vampire fang."

"Not fangs, teeth. The second set descends when they attack." He looked at Sam pointedly, "Any more questions?" When he looked away John nodded, "Alright, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight." They started heading for their respective cars but John's eyes raked over the dirty impala before he sent a glare to his eldest son, "Hey Dean, why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I would've given the damn thing to Angel if I thought you were going to ruin it."

Angel gave her dad an exacerbated look as Sam gave both of his siblings an 'told you so' glare.

Dean grimaced, "Sorry."

Later on in the impala…

Sam drove, following John's truck as Angel read from the passenger side, "'Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks.'"

"Hm." Dean shifted, "I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple."

"That's probably what Dad's thinking." Sam commented, sounding extremely grumpy, "Course it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks."

Dean and Angel looked at each other before Dean shook his head, "So it is starting."

"What?"

"Sam, we've been looking for Dad all year. Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours and there's static already?"

"Hmph. No." He grumbled, "Look, I'm happy he's okay, all right? And I'm happy that we're all working together again."

Dean sat back, "Well good."

"It's just the way he treats us." Sam scoffed, unable to stop himself, "Like we're children."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Oh God."

"Stop Sam."

"He barks orders at us, he expects us to follow them without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal."

"Sam, just drop this bullshit problem you have with Dad already." Angel shook her head, giving him a glare, "We're his kids. No matter how old we are. He lost everything. He works like this for a reason and you know it."

Sam stiffened, not even wanting to hear it, "What reason?"

"Our job!" Dean yelled, "There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, alright? That's just the way the old man runs things."

"Yeah well maybe that worked when we were kids but not anymore, alright? Not after everything the three of us have been through. I mean, really." He looked between them challengingly, "Are you guys telling me you're cool with just falling into line, and letting him run the whole show?"

Both of them gave Sam a long look, Angel looking away.

Dean answered weakly, as though he was trying to convince himself, "If that's what it takes."

"Sam, that's how dad's always been." Angel shook her head, "There's no changing him. All we can do is fall in line."

Sam glared and was about to snark something back but Dean's phone rang interrupting him.

"Yeah, Dad. Alright, got it." He hung up and motioned to Sam, "Pull off at the next exit."

Anger filled their little brother's voice, "Why?"

"Cause Dad thinks we've got the vampire's trail."

His anger increased at that, "How?"

"I don't know; he didn't say."

When Sam gunned the engine, both siblings looked at him like he had lost his mind. Dean turned to look at John's truck as Sam passed him. Once in front, Sam slammed on the brakes, causing the Impala to swerve sideways in front of John's truck. Both vehicles came to a halt just before Sam angrily got out of the car.

"Oh crap." Dean scoffed following, "Sam!"

"Here we go…" Angel was next as she ran to the other side, "Sam, calm down."

Once John was out of his truck he rushed up to his son, livid, "What the hell was that?"

"We need to talk."

John came to a halt face to face with Sam, "About what?"

"About everything." Sam growled, "Where we going Dad? What's the big deal about this gun?"

"Sammy, come on. We can Q and A after we kill all the vampires."

"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this."

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now, out of the blue, you need our help." Sam's voice instantly rose to a yell from his anger, "Now obviously something big is going down, and we wanna know what!"

John, fire in his eyes, stiffly pointed to the impala, "Get back in the car."

"No."

"I said get back in the damn car."

"Yeah. And I said no."

Angel got between them and slightly pushed their dad back, "Alright, alright can we all just relax with the pissing contest?" He let her back him up a little bit so she looked to Dean as she grabbed their dad's arm and started dragging him towards his truck, "Dean."

"Okay, you made your point tough guy." He hovered over Sam, "Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later." Dean grabbed Sam and pushed him back toward the car, "Sammy, I mean it, come on."

Sam listened but still held his glare at John as he mumbled, "This is why I left in the first place."

John ripped his arm away from Angel and barreled back towards Sam, "What'd you say?"

"Dad!"

Sam swung back as well, "You heard me!"

"Yeah, you left. Your brother, your sister and me- we needed you. You walked away, Sam." John pushed him before getting in Sam's face, "You walked away!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Angel yelled between them with Dean, "Stop!"

"You're the one who said don't come back Dad. You're the one who closed that door, not me!" Sam bellowed back, "You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!"

Dean forced them apart as soon as John grabbed Sam by the shirt, "Listen, stop it, stop it! That's enough!"

Once separated, the two of them stared each other down over Dean and Angels heads as they got in between

"That means you too, old man." Angel pushed her dad back softly, "C'mon."

Sam frustratedly got into the Impala as John listened to Angel and irritatedly stomped over to his truck, Angel following with a scowl. Dean stood in the middle, alone.

He looked from one to the other, his family split, and scoffed into the night air, "Terrific."