Authors Note: Business we'll start to pick up this chapter as Dean starts to grow suspicious of Sam's attitude and John digs deeper into the hunt itself. Hope you enjoy it and are sticking with me. Lyrics you see are accredited to Daughtry:). Thanx Charity

The miles are getting longer it seems,

The closer I get to you.

I've not always been the best man or friend for you.

But your love remains true.

And I don't know why.

You always seem to give me another try.

Dean was always a suspicious person. Whether it be about a random person on the streets, or some form a food that he's scarfing down. So when they hit Weber and Sam started to act rather nervous he was suspicious.

It's not like his geek brother always doesn't act nervous. Sam was the king of 20 questions himself always asking if something we'll work of if they were doing something right. Sam was always nervous about something.

This kinda nervousness though is freaking him out. Sam isn't talking and he wishes Sam would just start asking random questions to annoy him.

So when his dad pulled up to a motel room he followed silently he watched even more concerned as Sam took a sharp inhale of breath. "You ok?"

"Fine."

Always one word responses. Dean just sighed as he pulled up next to his dad.

Getting out the car he quickly stretched from the long road trip popping his back and neck muscles. "Damn I think I pulled my hip." Dean muttered grumpily as he made his way over to his dad.

"So you really think we got ourselves a berserker here?" Dean asked with enthusiasm. He hasn't come across one in quite some time and he's been itching for some action.

"I'm pretty sure but we need to do some more research." John retorted pulling his things from his truck. "Where's your's brother?" John asked with a bit of anger. He wanted Sam to at least show some lively hood about this hunt.

"Good question." Dean noted looking around to see that Sam didn't get out of the car. "Hold on I'll see what's wrong."

"I don't want him brooding on this hunt." John said implying that Dean fix it before he intervenes and has too.

"Don't worry, there's has to be a reason why he hasn't gotten out of the car. He's just been acting a little funny." Dean voiced while making his way over to his baby.

Walking to the passenger side door he could now see why Sam made no attempt to get out of the car. He was passed out sleeping. He smiled as he slowly opened the car door not wanting Sam to tumble with it. Catching Sam with ease as he tumbled out onto the pavement he gently pushed him back into the car. "Come on Sammy wake up." He nudged him trying to awaken him from his snooze fest.

He frowned when he couldn't get his brother to awaken. "Come on Sam I can't carry your heavy ass inside." Dean whined remembering how heavy Sam is now and he so doesn't want to carry Sam inside not to mention the dent it'll put on his pride.

"Sam wake up that's an order!"

He jumped as he heard the loud voice boom behind him. He hadn't even realized his dad moved in behind him. He watched as Sam jumped up out of his seat almost hitting his head on the roof.

"You didn't have to do that dad." Dean hissed.

"He needed to wake up. We don't need to carry him to bed anymore Dean." John stated matter of factly. "Now let's move inside so we can do some research."

Dean sighed as his father walked away. Old habits die hard. "You ok?" He offered sympathetically to his shaken sibling.

"Yeah I didn't realize I fell asleep is all." Sam scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he tried to quell his beating heart.

"Just head inside and you can go back to sleep. I'll get our stuff."

"Kay." Sam didn't have it in him to argue or protest he was tired. Though he shouldn't be with the sleep he got. Added stress of the vision and the coupling headache didn't help he thought.

Dean frowned at Sam's lack of argument. Sam's shaky and ditzy movements inside were also worrisome. Just what's going on with you?

John was dead beat tired.

After the road trip from Colorado to Utah he wanted nothing more than to sleep for a week. Now that he knows his youngest will be giving him trouble he's in for a hell of a time. Setting down all of his stuff he quickly set down all the books and papers he gathered on the table. It would be his home base for tonight so he could have everything ready for tomorrow and they could hunt this thing and be done.

Setting down in a chair he made himself comfortable as he started to read. He's hunted a berserker before so it's not like it's foreign. He just has to make sure this is what there dealing with.

Hearing the door click he instantly popped his head up to see Sam come trudging inside. He thought he looked like crap. Sam didn't even give him a passing glance just plopped down on the farthest bed from the door.

They were supposed to do some research tonight. He told them that before they even took off; set out there game plan ahead of time. He went to wake Sam up but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Let him sleep."

He slowly settled down into the chair again at bit angered that he's was being told what to do by his own son. "You can't baby him Dean."

"I'm not babying him. He's worn out for God sakes." Dean said exasperated. "What the hell crawled up your ass and died?" Dean made his way over to his brother slowly taking off his shoes.

"Nothing," John sighed while rubbing his forehead. "Just you catch some rest too and I'll do the research for tonight." Picking a fight with Dean would just lead to no where.

Finally taking off Sam's jacket and laying a blanket over him he looked up at his dad suspiciously. His dad was all gung ho to do research even going so far as to wake Sam up from a peaceful sleep for it now he's just doing it on his own. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us." He didn't know why but it seemed as if everything Sam did wanted to make him lash out at him then lash out at Dean. What the hell was going on?

"Alright, I'll be in the shower call me if you need me." Dean said slowly picking up some clothes as he walked to the shower.

John gave a strained smile as he laid his head down. What was going on? He wasn't angry at Sam for wanting to sleep. He wasn't angry at Dean for wanting Sam to sleep. So why did he just lash out like that?

Probably just lack of sleep. John though to himself. It's reasonable to lash out at your son for wanting to go to bed. Right?

EEK! Dean has his hands full as the stress of the vision is wearing on Sam and John is reverting to old ways or is all as it seems? Like I said everything isn't as it seems. So do you think that something is wrong with John too and maybe Devin has a part in it? I don't know stayed tuned. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity