Oh I didn't post this in the first chapter. Anything that's bolded and italicized, it means that they are signing

Chapter 2

Sam was the first to wake up per the norm. He was such a light sleeper that when he wasn't plagued by nightmares, he could wake up at the sound of a pin dropping. He dressed and sat at the table browsing the net. When his father woke up he gave him a smile in lieu of a 'good morning'. John just grumbled causing Sam to droop. His father was still angry. Sam sighed and turned back to the computer. He was so engrossed with what he was doing that he nearly jumped a foot in the air when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at Dean and narrowed his eyes.

Are you seriously trying to give me a heart attack?

Dean shook his head, "No of course not, little brother. Where's dad?"

Sam frowned and swept his head from side to side looking around the motel room before shrugging, I guess he left. I didn't even see him leave. I mean not that he'd tell me or anything.

Dean frowned, "Sammy…"

"What?" Sam asked softly. "Dad has a right to be mad. I almost got you killed."

Dean sighed, "Sam…no matter what dad said, it isn't true alright? Look at me; I'm fine and gorgeous as ever."

"Cocky as ever is more like it," Sam grumbled teasingly.

Dean laughed, nodding his head, "Okay, but seriously, what happened last night wasn't your fault."

Sam opened his mouth to say something else but just then John returned with breakfast and as always, he clamped up. Dean didn't say anything just smiled at his father and took his breakfast burrito.

"So what's the plan?" he asked, speaking slowly enough to allow Sam to read his lips.

"We're going to stay an extra night to finish up this hunt since someone screwed it up."

Dean shook his head, "Come on Dad, that's not fair. He's just a kid. He was trying to help and frankly, if Sam hadn't done what he did, I'd be dead. We didn't suspect a third werewolf."

John started to speak but was interrupted by his cell. He answered it and after a few minutes walked outside the room. Dean and Sam both looked at each other. After a few minutes, John walked back into the room, "Werewolf is gonna have to wait. Caleb needs our help."

Dean nodded and signed all that to Sam before the two started packing up. Fifteen minutes later, the three were on the road. Sam was in the backseat, John was driving and Dean was in the passenger seat looking out the window.

"So what's the case?"

"Caleb wasn't sure. He thinks it might be vampires but he's not sure."

Dean frowned, "He's not sure? Since when is Caleb unsure about something? I mean what else did he say?"

"Nothing."

"I'm sure. You were outside a pretty long time Dad. What aren't you telling me?"

John glanced at his son quickly before focusing back on the road, "Nothing Ace. Don't worry about it."

Dean glared for a few minutes before staring out the window. He knew his father was hiding something. He was so used to his evasive tactics that he could tell almost instantly. What bothered him was that his father felt the need to hide something from him.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Dean, who hadn't realized he fell asleep, woke up when his father pulled into a motel. He groaned and sat up, "Where are we?" he asked, looking in the backseat at Sam.

"Wichita."

Dean frowned, "Kansas? Is that what you were keeping from me? That we were coming into Kansas?"

John just nodded, "Wake your brother. Caleb is waiting for us."

Dean arched an eyebrow but didn't respond. He opened the backdoor and gently shook his brother. Sam just moaned and shivered. Dean groaned, "Come on Sam," he said shaking him harder.

Sam moaned again and opened his eyes. Dean grinned, "Come on sleepy head, dad and Caleb are waiting for us."

Sam yawned as he followed his brother into the motel room. Caleb gave them a big grin as they entered.

"Sam and Dean, long time no see. Look at you boys. Getting to be grown just like your old man."

Dean chuckled, "So tell us what you have," he said sitting down.

Caleb looked at John, "All business this one. Learns from you."

Caleb then launched into the whole story. Dean signed everything he could to Sam so he wouldn't feel left out. After a few minutes, Sam signed something to Dean.

"Sam wants to know if he could look at your laptop."

Caleb nodded and Sam sat at the table perusing over the laptop with a frown on his face. He browsed through a couple of accounts that seemed to show the same thing that Caleb described before he tapped his fingers on the table.

Caleb frowned, cocking his head as he stared at Sam wondering why he was tapping the table. Before he could ask Dean answered.

"To get my attention," Dean said walking over to his brother. "Find something Sammy?"

"Don't tell me the kid already found what we're looking for," Caleb gasped.

John scoffed, "I highly doubt it. He's not that good. I mean we just got here and he already knows what we're looking for after a few sentences?"

Dean glared at his father before turning back to his brother, "What did you find Sammy?"

Sam pointed to the screen, Apparently this has happened before. The thing I don't get is what it's after.

What do you mean?

Well according to this, there have been several witness accounts from people who have 'seen the monster' and they say that they attacked their families, but it didn't kill them.

That is weird. Anything else?

Caleb and John both watched at the two boys talked wildly with their hands. He saw Dean smile and clap his brother on the shoulder. It was Dean's sign to say "Good job". Dean walked over and reiterated everything that Sam had told him.

John nodded, "Okay, so I think our next step is to talk to some of these families. Dean, you go with Caleb and I'll take the other family. Sam will stay here."

Caleb frowned, "John, I think…"

John glared at Caleb causing the man to close his mouth. Dean explained to Sam what was going on and after several minutes of trying to get his brother to stop pouting, he was out the door with Caleb and his father. It was then that he realized his father never once said thanks to Sam for the research he did. He gritted his teeth to hold back his anger.

"Dean, I know what you're thinking," Caleb said as they drove.

"Is it that freaking hard to say thanks? I don't think he realizes how much just that one word means to Sam especially coming from him."

"Dean, you gotta cut your father a little slack. He's doing the best he can. It's not easy."

Dean turned and looked at Caleb, "Are you fucking kidding me? Dad doesn't give two shits when it comes to Sam and you know why? Because the kid's deaf, like it's his fault. I mean if he was doing the best he could, he'd have taken that ASL class with us to learn how to talk to Sam, or better yet, he wouldn't treat Sam like a freak who can't do anything right. So don't even Caleb."

Caleb sighed, but said nothing else for the remainder of the drive.

~~~ADTH~~~~

Sam flopped on the bed, clearly pissed off. So what he was only eleven, so what he was deaf, he could help and his father knew it. Sam sighed. For as long as he could remember his father looked at him with such hatred and seemed to feel that he was nothing but a useless piece of luggage. He never understood why, it wasn't like he asked to be deaf. And besides, even though he was deaf, he could still hunt. From what Dean told him, John was waiting until he turned fifteen to officially have him start hunting, but Sam wondered if that was true. Would John let him help on hunts when he turned fifteen? He wasn't sure if he wanted to wait four years to find out.

Sam continued to sulk on the bed for a few more minutes before getting up to continue trying to research what they were looking for. Sam frowned as he continued doing what little research he could. None of the witness accounts ever described the monster. He knew that usually they would describe it as something completely other than what it was of course, but none of the so called survivors had any description of the monster. It was weird. Something was off about this whole thing.

TBC...