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The next morning, Sam moaned as he felt the sudden loss of the sheets. Then the light from his ceiling lamp shone directly in his eyes.

"Wha---?" he muttered, his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Get up. Dad wants us to go on a training trip," Dean stated.

"'Kay," Sam responded. Yeah, he hated hunting and everything to do with it, but it was better than the other trash that was happening in his life. With that, he got out of bed and got dressed. He then packed a duffel bag and met his brother and father downstairs.

"You boys ready?" John queried.

"Yes, Sir," Sam and Dean chorused. John gave Sam the once-over and was satisfied that though a bit groggy, he looked well rested.

"Let's go then," John declared.

"What about breakfast?" Sam wondered.

"We'll drive through somewhere," John responded. Sam's eyes lit up. Though they often ate fast food, it wasn't often that all three of them got to eat together. Usually Dad was up first and would eat some kind of meager fare, saving something more substantial for him and Dean. Of course, Dad didn't know that Dean would only eat a small portion and give the rest to Sam. For some insane reason, the older boy had gotten into his head that his brother was too thin and kept trying to bulk him up.

"We takin' the Impala or the truck?" Dean queried.

"Truck. And no Dean, you can't follow me in the Impala," their father responded.

"Aw, man," the older son complained. He hated it when he couldn't take his own car. It meant that instead of listening to his cassette tapes, they had to sit through his father's country stations. Sam let out a snort of laughter.

"Boys," John warned lightly.

"Sorry, Dad," Sam and Dean chorused. Then, they went out to the truck and John started the engine. A couple hours later as country music played, John glanced at the back seat, where Sam was listening to a walkman. Dean was up front, reading the map.

"Where exactly are we headed?" Dean wondered.

"I noticed a camping site on the way up when we first moved here. Guy said we could use it whenever we wanted," John responded.

"Friendly people," Dean mused.

"Yeah," John agreed. Then, "Dean, not only is this gonna be a training exercise, but I want you to see if you can get Sam to open up."

"Yeah. Easier said than done," Dean stated.

"I know that. But something's bothering him. I'm hoping that whatever it is, he'll feel comfortable saying what it is when it's just us," John said.

"I can try," Dean promised. Then, "Dad, can we please change the the music?"

"You know the rules, Dean. Driver picks the music---"

"Shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean finished with a sigh.