About an hour later Sam looked over and saw Dean stirring back to life. Thank goodness,he had been about ready to start worrying.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, man."

Dean's hand went to the large scratch on his left cheek. He looked in the rearview mirror and turned back to his brother and unpleasant look on his face.

"Have we I.D.ed that thing yet?" he asked, grabbing the first aid kit out of the glove box.

"No, why?" Sam replied.

"Because if this thing gets infected and I start growing scales and a forked tongue, I'm eating you first. What took you so long back there anyways? Did you not get the whole 'me run and be a diversion' thing?"

Dean looked over the newly treated scratch and waited for an answer. When it didn't come, it somehow managed to speak louder than words. There were two things Sam liked to keep from Dean. One was anything that may bring up conflict over Dad, and the other was his visions. As nonchalant as Dean liked to be, he knew Sam, and he knew when something was wrong. Like now, something was definitely wrong.

"What happened?"

"What? Nothing," Sam said, focusing on the road.

"Don't give me that crap Sammy, what's going on that you're not telling me? Did you hear from Dad?"

"No," Sam said, having a terrible time choosing his words. Eventually Dean was going to get it out of him, and while it wasn't anything huge, he wasn't exactly prepared for the slew of questions that he wouldn't be able to answer, but that were sure to come.

"Then what?"

The sigh from Sam was anything but discreet. He should have known. If Dean was one thing in this world, he was stubborn. He could easily tell from that simple statement that his older brother was not giving up any time soon. It hadn't even been the words he spoke that let Sam know, it had been the way he said it.

"I had a vision halfway through the hunt," he said with an air of pure surrender. Dean had cracked the pretenses, as he always managed to do.

"Alright, no big deal. What happened in it?"

"I'm not sure Dean, that's why I didn't want to tell you," Sam said, regretting his earlier surrender.

"What? You didn't really see anything or you only heard noises?" Dean asked, wanting desperately to get to the bottom of this. After all, there was almost always a reason Sam had his visions.

"No, I saw something."

"Well, what was it?" Dean was getting tired of this red tape crap. Sam needed to fess up. This could be a hunting job. Something towards finding Dad.

"I told you, I don't really know. Some wolf-like thing only more twisted and distorted from what I saw," Sam said, trying desperately to make the image of the beast show up in his mind's eye again.

"What? Like a werewolf?" Dean asked, skeptical. If it was a werewolf then Sam was putting way too much worry into something not that difficult.

Werewolves were easy enough to handle. For once all the folklore behind them was true. A silver bullet to the heart and they were done for.

"No, werewolves walk on two legs if they can help it, and they have at least a little humanity to them. This thing was on all fours and there wasn't a shred of anything human about it. It was going after this little girl. It killed her right on the spot, Dean. This is something new, something we haven't dealt with before," Sam explained as best he could.

"Pull over then, right up here, I'm driving," Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes before shaking his head. He swore that someday his brother and that car were going to get married.However, that wasn't going to stop Sam from fighting.He doubted Dean was in any shape to drive.

"Dean, chill. I do know how to drive, and I think you should just rest. That demon swiped you pretty hard," he said, mother henning without really realizing it.

"I'm fine and I'm serious. You usually get more than one vision and I don't want you driving my car when you get the next one," Dean said, staring his baby brother down.

His precious car had been too close to the impound too many times for him to take any chances with it. Sam gave in, pulled over, and the two of them switched sides.

Two hours later Dean's cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it out with one hand and tossed it onto a half-sleeping Sam. The younger Winchester woke with a start and picked up the cell phone with a puzzled look on his face.

"Message from Dad. Check it, it's probably coordinates," Dean explained, slowing the car down in case he needed to turn them around.

Sam flipped open the phone and clicked into the message. Sure enough there were a set of numbers and letters on the screen. "Bingo. We've got 35.98 N and 83.97 W."

"Grab the map out of the glove box and figure out where we're headed. I'll pull up over here," Dean replied, pulling the Impala into a clearing and turning the engine off.

The map was spread out on the hood of the car and Dean was off trying to get a hold of their dad when he heard Sam let out a gasp that he had come to identify with pain. He would never admit it out loud, but that noise made him nervous. He didn't ever want to lose Sam. Sam was basically all Dean had, and it was his self-appointed responsibility to take care of his baby brother. It was a responsibility that he took very seriously. Shoving his phone in his pocket he rushed back over to Sam and found him on the ground next to the Impala, clutching his head.

"Sammy, are you okay man?" Dean's voice betrayed his oh-so-masculine ways as it was laced with worry. He reached out and took his brother's arm, but Sam stopped him, holding out a hand.

"Yeah….vision," was all he managed before he was taken once more to another place and time.

This time Sam had a more panoramic view of the room. There were ponies everywhere and then there was the little girl again, playing tea party with her teddy bearand a select few ponies. Suddenly there was a tall shadow in the doorway.

"JanJan?" the little girl asked questionably.

A small movement and incomprehensible whispering came from the shadow and then the wolf-thing entered. The little girl stumbled out of her chair and backed up against the wall. Once the vision had reached the same place that the last one had started at, Sam found himself back in the middle of nowhere on the ground beside the car, Dean hovering over him with worry creasing his face. He gave his older brother a short smile and Dean masked his worry quickly.

"Anything new, anything vital this time?" he asked, switching to strictly business at the snap of a finger.

"Same girl, new shadow. It was medium height, maybe human," Sam said, pausing to let the images come back to him once more, "The shadow seemed like it said something- I didn't make it out- and then the wolf-thing came back."

Dean considered his brother's comment for a minute. If this was the thing their dad was sending them after, they had to find out as much about it as possible. "So you think maybe something's controlling it?"

Sam shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure what he was sure of right now. However, it wasn't a time to rule out possibilities. "Maybe, I mean it's possible."

"Okay, so we find out what this thing is and how it's being controlled, we get control of it ourselves, and we tell Fido to play nice." Dean walked back over to the map and started tracing out the coordinates. They knew next to nothing about this case, sothey needed to get started as soon as possible.

"Looks like we're taking a trip to hick town," Dean smiled towards Sam and the younger Winchester walked over with a curious look on his face.

"Where're we going?"

"Knoxville, Tennessee," Dean said, folding up the map and climbing back into the driver's seat, "Let's get going. I figure we might need to stop on the way and pick ourselves up a couple ten-gallon hats."

Sam laughed and got into the passenger seat, putting the map back in the glove box after having circled Knoxville in red marker. Then the boys drove off, "All Right Now" by Free floating in the air behind them.