I started writing this fic ages ago based on Charlie St. Cloud so, if you've seen it, you'll know roughly what will happen. If not, hopefully you'll still enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own neither Supernatural or Charlie St. Cloud

Warning: some language

Held up in a dingy, old motel in a nowhere town in Massachusetts, that's where you'd find an fourteen year old boy with long floppy hair and a dimpled smile with his nineteen year old brother who was protective, strong and not bad on the eyes. Their names were Sam and Dean Winchester and they weren't your usual teenagers.

These boys lived life on the road with their father, the infamous John Winchester. Now, John Winchester had an interesting occupation to say the least. When Sam was but an infant on just six months old, he witnessed the most horrific thing anyone could ever see. That dark night, Mary Winchester burnt on the ceiling which filed John in the hunt to find and destroy the evil basted that broke his family.

Now, being on the road was no life for two teenagers but it wasn't like John could just abandon the hunt especially when people's lives were still in danger. So John would abandon his boys often in a random, cheap motel with enough money to last a few weeks and would drive off to a hunt somewhere across the country. He had left his boys (mainly Dean) with strict instructions: "Keep the doors and windows locked. Lay down salt around the room. No leaving the room after nine pm. And most importantly, watch out for Sammy." To which both brothers rolled their eyes with a sigh. Then, John had left.

Currently, John had been gone for four days and checked in with them every night to make sure that they were okay and were doing what they had been asked. But four days on a curfew was beginning to affect both teens and they were practically climbing the walls after nine o'clock.

"Right, c'mon kiddo." Dean sighed, ruffling his little brother's hair and grabbing his keys and hand-me-down leather jacket.

"Where are we going?" A perplexed Sam asked as he pulled on his oversized baseball jacket.

"We are going to train in the woods." Dean informed as he opened the door, letting Sam walk ahead of him. He opened the boot of the Impala and grabbed two handguns and a bag of cans used for shooting. "Right, every night at six o'clock, we will meet at the fallen tree in the woods and we will train for an hour."

"I don't need to train." Sam whined like a petulant baby. "I'm fifteen in three months so it's not like I'm a baby anymore."

"C'mon Sammy," Dean sighed, looking down at his younger brother. "I'll be training with you and it will get us out of the house for a while."

"Fine." Sam groaned but he was doing this to make Dean happy. "I'll do it but can it actually be fun?"

"I'm offended!" Dean faked a gasp. "When am I not fun?"

"Since you turned into an old man." Sam giggled and ran ahead as Dean tried to hit him on the back of his head. Dean laughed and chased Sam into the woods, slowing as the fallen tree came into view. Sam was nowhere to be seen.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, putting down the bag and looking around for the youngest Winchester. "Sammy, where are you?"

Suddenly, Dean was on his back on the forest floor, staring up at his brother who was laughing and grinning down at him.

"Gotcha." Sam giggled and Dean smiled before knocking Sam off him and rolling over to pin Sam to the floor.

"Nice dude," Dean laughed. "But we aren't gonna spar without Dad here because someone could get hurt and I don't wanna get my ass kicked if you end up in hospital."

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean got off him and he stood, brushing off his clothes. "I'm not gonna end up in hospital if you don't try to break my arm like last time."

"That was because you tried to punch me in the face." Dean argued.

"It was well deserved." Sam muttered and let out a small shout when Dean pulled him into a headlock.

"Is that so, you little bitch?" Dean teased as Sam attempted to escape his grasp.

"It's true, jerk!" Sam laughed and clawed at Dean's arms as he tried to free himself.

"C'mon, Sammy!" Dean shouted. "If I was a werewolf, I'm not gonna let go because you're trying to scratch me!"

Sam kept trying to fight his brother but suddenly lifted his legs from under him, putting all of his weight on Dean's arm, forcing Dean to drop him to the ground.

"Sam!" Dean gasped as Sam coughed but grinned up at him. "I can't believe you just did that. You could've gotten hurt, you idiot."

"Well, I didn't..." Sam glared at him. "You said get out of it but I couldn't and I knew that was the only way."

"Right...I'm sorry." Dean apologised and started setting up the cans on the log of the fallen tree. "Now, you're gonna shoot these cans down." Dean handed Sam his gun.

"Easy peasy." Sam muttered and stepped back a few paces before aiming and firing at the cans, knocking them down.

"Nice try, squirt." Dean set the cans up again and moved Sam back even further from the cans. "That was way too close so try again. It's unlikely that you'd be that close to a wendigo in the forest because you'd already be dead."

Sam groaned and aimed at the cans again, missing the first three shots but clipping a can on the fourth.

"See? You do need training." Dean pointed out as Sam shot him a glare to which Dean just shrugged. "It's true though."

"I guess." Sam sighed. "Fine, I'll meet you here at six every night but you have to be more fun."

"Deal." Dean grinned as he shook hands with Sam.

SPN

It wasn't long before the two brothers returned to their motel room and Sam collapsed face first on the bed whilst Dean went to the small kitchenette to put Sam's dinner on.

"Sammy, dinner's on the stove and it'll be ready in about ten minutes." Dean waited for Sam to show he had heard him and left as Sam grunted into the pillow.

Dean shut the door and headed to the Impala, getting into the driver's seat. He grinned and rubbed his hands over the steering wheel. His baby was his pride and joy and was his gift from his father for his eighteenth birthday. His put the keys in the ignition and started the engine, pulling away. He cursed loudly when he saw a figure stood in front of the car, their arms waving widely in the air. It was Sam.

"Jesus, Sam!" Dean wound down the window and stuck his head out, glaring at his brother. "Do you have a death wish?"

Sam sighed and got into the seat next to Dean.

"No, no, no. What are you doing?" Dean asked, turning to fully face Sam.

"I wanna come with you and Dad said you have to look after me." Sam spoke in a petulant manner and stuck his tongue out.

Dean slouched in his seat and slapped the steering wheel with a groan. "Damn it! Fine, alright. You can come with but if you breath a word about this to dad, I will end you."

"I'm not a fucking idiot, Dean. I know what Dad would say."

Dean slapped the back of Sam's head making him moan in pain.

"If Dad hurt you cursing, he would kick your ass so hard you wouldn't sit down for a week." Dean commented earning a glare from Sam.

"You swear all the time, jackass." Sam frowned.

"I'm the eldest."

Sam slumped in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest and gazing out of the window as Dean sighed and pulled away from the parking lot. He reached under his seat and grasped the large shoebox full of cassette tapes, dumping it on Sam's lap making the younger boy jump in surprise.

"Pick one." Dean ordered.

"I thought..."

"Driver picks the music, I know." Dean interrupted. "I'm trying to brighten that look on your face. Right now, you no fun so pick something."

Sam raised a brow and smirked before rifling through the cassette tapes in his lap. He grinned when he found his Beatles cassette and stuck it into the radio. Dean rolled his eyes as Sam started singing along to 'Let it Be' completely off key.

Suddenly, something slammed into the back of the car making them spin into a main road. The brothers turned to share a stunned look and Sam only had time to utter Dean's name before a truck crashed into the side of the car and they were both plunged into darkness.

Tbc...