AN: So, I'm just uploading all my non-reader inserts that I have posted on my AO3, since you guys seem to enjoy those more. AO3 will mainly be for reader inserts. So of these, I've already written out, like Red Dawn. Some I haven't. Mainly because I wasn't getting responses for them so I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to read them. So if you like this and want me to work on it more, let me know!

AN 2: So I'm making Dean six years older than Sam instead of just 4. And some events from the show are being changed around!

Warnings: Kidnapping

Bobby needed supplies. That's what it started out as. Bobby needed supplies and since John and the boys had been staying there, he more or less volunteered John to go to the store for them. He handed him a list, a wad of cash, and told him where everything was. John grumbled as he got ready to go. That's when he felt something pull on his jeans. He looked down to see a pair of the most adorable eyes looking up at him.

"I go?" Sammy asked. He had melted Popsicle around his mouth, staining his face blue. A thumb instantly went back into his mouth after he stopped talking. Sam had started doing that not long after the fire, since John had never gotten him a pacifier to replace the one that had burnt up back in Lawrence. It soothed him, and just made him so damn cute.

"I dunno kiddo. I think you should stay here." John said, making sure he had a knife in his pocket and a gun in his waistband. Sam pulled his thumb out of his mouth and his little lip started to quiver. The kid was two, but man, did he know how to play adults. John sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"P-pwease?" Sam whimpered. John groaned.

"Damn it." He mumbled to himself. "Go get your brother." Sam's smile was wide as he walked quickly over to Dean. He was going through a box of things that Bobby had laying around. Told him to be a damn kid and go trade baseball cards with the neighbor kids. Sam stood in front of Dean.

"Hey Sammy." Dean said, barely glancing up from the cards. Sam just smiled at Dean. "What is it?"

"Daddy say go store." Sam said. "We go."

"I don't wanna." Dean grumbled. Sam frowned and started to pout, just like he had done with Dean. "Sammy, don't do it…"

"De'." Sam whined. Dean threw his head back and groaned.

"How do you always do this?" He asked. He put things back into the box and stood up to follow his little brother to where John was waiting. He was secretly hoping that his oldest son wouldn't give in to his youngest demands. Because Sam didn't like to go anywhere without Dean and it would make it so much easier to get in and out of the store. Now, he knew that it would easily be 45 minutes of John telling Sam he couldn't have a certain thing.

"Store!" Sam happily. But John and Dean groaned, but Dean held Sam's hand as they made their way out to the Impala. Sam waited for John to open the backdoor. Dean climbed in on the other side and watched John closely as he buckled Sam into his car seat. Sam loved it because he could be tall and see out the window. John just couldn't wait until he was big enough to not need it. He hated the damn thing, but he wouldn't risk Sam's safety over something stupid like that. He was just so little.

Soon, John was speeding towards town, ready to get this shopping trip done and over with.

"No." John groaned as Sam pointed at a box of Mickey Mouse ice pops. "Uncle Bobby had ice cream. That's why your face is blue."

"What 'bout that?" Sam pointed at a brightly colored box of cereal. John shook his head.

"Uncle Bobby has cereal too." John explained. Sam stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest. John continued on his way, thankful that Dean wasn't asking for things too. But Dean was a good boy and he knew better. At least, that's what John thought until they came upon a large display advertising the newest baseball and football cards with all the hottest players.

A handful of people set in a dusty room. Smoke lingered from each time one of them lit a cigarette, watching the monitors of various locations. Places from all across the US. Places where certain assets were hiding. A woman had just cleaned her smudged glasses and put them back on. She turned to watch her monitor. Her eyes widened and she pressed a button by her work station. A large, metal door opened and heavy footsteps were heard on the ground.

"What is it?" He grumbled. She zoomed in on one of her screens and showed him. "Is that him?"

"I think so sir." She said. The man nodded and went to a file cabinet in the corner. He pulled out a file and flipped through it.

"Get someone there. Now." The man said. "We can't lose this kid again. They're evasive. We might never have a chance like this again." The woman nodded and picked up a phone on her work station, relaying the orders to someone as the man watched the security camera footage with a smile on his face.

John couldn't get the cart down the aisle where Dean was standing. Groaning at all the people and display items in the middle of the stupid aisle, he brought the cart as close as he could to Dean and made the decision to step away.

"I will be right back." John told Sam. "Two seconds. Do not talk to anyone." Sam nodded and waved to John. John headed over to Dean and grabbed his arm.

"Dad, can I get some, please?" Dean asked. John shook his head.

"No. We have to go." He said.

"But dad…" Dean whined.

"Dean. Now." John barked. Dean sighed and looked back at the display with sad eyes. He kept some packs in his hand, thinking John might change his mind, and he followed his dad back to the cart.

The empty cart.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean asked. John looked around frantically. All the people who had been in the aisle just a moment ago were gone. Any one of them could have his son.

"Sammy?" John called out. "Sam! Sammy!" A few people looked his way. "Sam!"

"Dad?" Dean asked. John was in full panic mode at this point. He grabbed Dean's hand and ran towards the front of the store, hoping to see if someone was leaving with the toddler. John's world seemed to move in slow motion, as security called out to him and Dean pulled on his arm. He had turned his back for two seconds. He didn't register as Dean dropped the card packs to pull on John's hand with both of his. He didn't register as a security card explained that he was going to call the police and they would find the little boy, or as someone asked him what his son looked like.

Sammy was gone.

And it was all his fault.