Note: This story is set in the "Hunter of the Shadows" Universe as created by skag trendy. If you haven't read it yet then you really should, it's an AWESOME story!

Anyway, on to this story and I hope you like it!

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It shouldn't have ended the way it did.

It was his 17th birthday, Sam hadn't been nearly killed in several months, and Dean and Tobius wanted to celebrate.

So they'd gone out.

For Dean, a celebration probably would have involved hitting a bunch of bars and hitting on a bunch of women.

For Tobius it probably would have been wine tasting, maybe the opera or theatre, and so forth.

But this was Sam's day and Dean, of late; had gotten this weird notion that, as Sam's father, it was up to him to give Sam everything John never had.

Which is how they ended up going to Disneyworld.

Maybe not exactly what Sam would have picked but Dean was taking his new idea seriously and that meant beginning at the beginning.

Thank God Sam had managed to convince him that, no, he really didn't need to know how to ride a bike and he certainly didn't need Dean trying to teach him.

He wasn't able to talk him out of Disneyworld though so they went and it wasn't like Sam hadn't spent a large portion of his childhood dreaming of a location dubbed "the happiest place on Earth" and imagining just what it could be that warranted it being given that title.

His imagination, it turned out, was a lot better than the reality but then that was true of most things.

In the end it was the three of them and it was fun and that was what mattered.

They went on every single ride multiple times and ate until, were they human, they might very well have exploded on the spot.

Being a werewolf definitely had its perks.

At one point during the day Sam thought he noticed a dark figure by one of the rides staring at him. Not unusual in and of itself, pheromones and all that after all, but for some reason the sight gave him an odd chill as though a cloud had just passed over the sun. The man was there one second and gone the next and Sam didn't say anything for fear of ruining the day. Dean was having a good time, oddly enough, and after all Sam was simply being paranoid. What possible danger could there freaking be in Disneyworld of all places?

God, how he'd wish later he could have that one moment back. If he'd known he could have just grabbed Dean and Tobius and run as fast and as far as he could.

But, instead, he cheerfully went back to the motel at the end of the day and when Dean commented about going to a bar he graciously gave in because Dean had put up with the overwhelming sap during the day even to the point of going on "It's a Small World" six times.

Sam actually did that one just to piss him off but it sorta backfired as by the time it was over he was seriously considering going back after closing and salting and burning the thing.

So, anyway, Dean took off like a bat out of you know where and it was only a while later that Sam waved Tobius out as well because, after all, he'd had to sit through "It's a Small World" as well.

After they both left Sam grabbed a book he'd brought along and settled in to read.

He'd only just started, and really began to get engrossed in the storyline, when a loud pounding sounded at the door. Sam jumped and nearly dropped the book as his head snapped up. Now that he was actually paying attention he could easily smell the two humans on the other side.

Dean would not be pleased with his failure to observe.

The pounding continued and Sam sighed and got up. No doubt some idiots had gotten themselves drunk and stumbled to the wrong room. Since they were just a couple of humans he figured he'd open the door and shoo them away before returning to his book. After all what kind of attacker would announce their presence and, even if that was what they were, what possible threat could a couple of humans really be against a werewolf?

Another perk.

Also one of the single biggest mistakes he would probably ever make.

As the lock released and his hand turned the knob the smell outside suddenly changed. Sam had about one second of realization that he couldn't smell alcohol but could smell adrenaline and then the door was being shoved open and he was flying backward.

He hit the ground hard and looked up to see no less than six men standing over him.

Six.

And he could only smell two of them.

Son of a……since when did vampires play with their food?

Scrambling backwards, Sam lashed out with a foot as one of the men reached for him and then bolted toward the window. He could feel the men behind him lunging for him but he never hesitated. Glass shattered as he flung himself through the window and then he was on the ground and taking off.

DEAN!!!!!

He had no idea if his brother was close enough to hear his mental cry and never got a chance to hear any kind of response as red hot agony ripped through his lower calf and he fell to the ground with a scream. Looking down he was horrified to see a silver quarrel that had gone completely through his leg. He tried to grab it to rip out but the metal scorched his hands and already he could feel the paralysis winding its way through his body.

He fell back and was only able to offer weak struggles to the arms grabbing him and forcing him to his feet. He bit back another scream as weight was put on the leg but the arms held him as his own hands were forced behind him and heavy metal shackles locked over them.

Footsteps sounded and a tall man moved in front of him. The man was tall with dark hair and a beard and mustache framing an angular face. He wore heavy work boots, jeans and a close fitting shirt with a long black coat. Reaching out he calmly grabbed Sam's face and turned his head to the side, easily keeping his grip when Sam weakly tried to pull back.

"He'll work out well," the man stepped back and, as he turned, Sam suddenly realized he was the same guy from Disneyworld.

The one he'd brushed off as being a figment of his overactive paranoia.

"Bring him."

A heavy bandanna was fitted over his eyes and then, without warning, the quarrel was ripped mercilessly from his leg. Sam screamed and sagged in the arms of his captors as blackness from the inside flowed out to match the blackness around him.

The last thought he had before falling under was of Dean and how he was going to feel finding out Sam had been kidnapped, again.

Really, it shouldn't have ended the way it did.

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Dean was having a GREAT time.

After spending a day at Disneyworld, and don't think he wasn't getting Sam back for the "Small World" thing, he'd gone to a local bar and cheerfully cleaned up at pool. He no longer had to hustle for money meaning he could now do it for fun and enjoy it a lot more.

Having the guys he scammed come after him after was a bonus.

Tobius showed up shortly after he'd started and took a seat near the back. Dean briefly worried about Sam being alone but the kid was seventeen, and a werewolf, and more than capable of taking care of himself. Also, it wasn't like they were all that far away.

Once he'd cleaned up at the pool tables and intimidated the patrons into backing off he sat at the bar and began chatting up a rather cute redhead he'd been eyeing across the bar during the evening.

All in all things were going fantastically well.

Being a Winchester this should have tipped him off immediately. Things never went fantastically well, at least not for long.

He was just getting into the part where he suggested they go somewhere more private when the atmosphere just changed. Dean frowned, breaking off from talking to the woman without a word and glancing back to where Tobius had straightened in his chair and had an intent look on his face.

It was almost as if something was taking a deep breathing, drawing in the air and noise around them and holding it.

Waiting.

DEAN!!!!!

He was too far for actual communication but the word came through anyway in the form of fear, pain, and despair.

Dean was moving before he was consciously aware of it, out the door and changed before it even occurred to him to wonder if he'd waited till he was out of sight. Beside him he felt a presence that his mind vaguely identified as Tobius but he ignored it.

Sam! Sammy!!

There was no answer and Dean had never been THAT far in the first place and was definitely in range now but still a heavy silence held reign in his mind.

A deep heavy throbbing pain was pulsing through his body and he knew it wasn't his, knew it even before the sharp tang of blood hit his nostrils.

He burst into the room and within seconds was out the shattered back window and into the alleyway beyond.

The empty alleyway.

A shadow loomed over his shoulder but Dean didn't even blink as Tobius appeared next to him.

Anything?

No.

Wordlessly the two moved as one until they caught the scent of blood and pain and fear and as one unit they moved to track it.

Behind them they left their car, belongings and the memories of what had originally been a fantastic day.

It shouldn't have ended that way.

But it did.