Hey, so this is my very first supernatural fiction. I've fallen in love with the brothers and these plotlines just keep popping into my head, non stop! So I figured that you, all you Supernatural fans, need to see what my crazy mind has come up with! So, here is the first chapter of many, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer:I don't own supernatural. Just the ideas that pop into my inspred head from the sight of the amazingly adorable brothers

Chapter 1

What? What is going on? Where am I? Sam didn't know what was happening to him, he woke up feeling dizzy and suspected that he wasn't going to go to school that day because of it, when he realized that he wasn't in the room that he and his older brother Dean shared. He was somewhere extremely white and smelled like….hospital. Am I in a hospital? He raised his head to see, and that confirmed his theory, Sam Winchester was in a hospital bed, but how he got there he hadn't the slightest idea.

"Well, it's nice to see them handsome blue eyes finally open. How are you feeling Samuel?" A nurse in a light pink scrub asked in a head texan accent.

"It's Sam." He smiles in apology, he was just so accustom to correcting that, " Umm… my head kind of hurts but I fine, I guess... do you know why I'm here? And where my brother and father are?"

"Sorry hon… I can't disclose that information. I'll be right back though, have to go and tell your doc that you're up." And she left the room.

Disclose the information? What is she talking about? Sam pushes himself up into a sitting position, when a doctor entered the room.

"Hello Mr.Winchester , let me just give you a once over, alright? Make sure everything is in order." The doctor approached his bed to examine him.After a short probe and examinations from his chart he declared. "Well, from what I can tell. Everything seems to be fine."

"I feel okay, but can you explain to me what happened? Why am I here?"

"Well, I can't tell you that, but there is a officer outside the door here that would greatly appreciate a minute of you time, he can fill you on anything questions you have. He has some questions for you too." The doctor explained as an officer of the law entered the room. "I'll leave you two alone to talk." The doctor left.

"Hi Sam." The officer said his deep voice was an unusual sound coming from a small man.

Sam stifled a laugh, "Hello officer…"

"Belding, but please call me Marcus."

"Hey, Marcus…. ? Can you tell me how I got here? And what day it is."

"Yeah kid, I can do that for you," Sam scoffed at being call a kid, he was 14 years old after all, " sorry, young man."He corrected."Well today is Friday and your school called you in missing, saying you failed to appear in any classes yesterday. We called your place of residence and tried to get a hold of one of you parents, but couldn't. We assumed that you were cuffing class so we went out to look for you. And we found you, lying face down on the side walk, unconscious."

Sam tried to process this information when it came back to him in full force.

"I can see by the reaction on you face that memories are coming back to you. So, now it's my turn to ask you some questions. Got it?" he watched as Sam nodded and continued, " Where are your parents?"

Crap! This is an interrogation! Lie? Tell the truth? What do I tell this guy? "Um, well, my mother isn't around anymore and my father… he…. is….ah….ah…. hunting, yeh, he took my brother Dean out hunting and he was supposed to be back the other night but he called and said that he was caught up and was going to be a day later."

"Hunting eh? What does he hunt for?" the officer seemed to doubt Sam answer.

What is he asking me this for? "Uh, he hunts," Sam paused to think, " He hunts deer."

"It's not deer season."

"Then duck?"

"How did you get those bruise on you stomach Sam?"

Sam didn't reply he was in shock.

"How did you get those bruises?"

Sam couldn't reply, he didn't know what the officer was talking about. What bruises? Then he remembered, the bruises from the last hunt he was on. That poltergeist beat the shit out of his stomach. But how did the officer know about them, Sam began getting this strange feeling that officer Marcus wasn't going to believe his story about hunting.

"I will ask you one more time Sam, where did you get those bruises on your stomach." He seemed agitated at the lack of response from Sam.

"I don't know." Sam replied sheepishly.

"Did you father give you those bruises?"

"What! NO!" Sam screamed indignitly.

" Then why won't you tell me the real reason you father wasn't at home this weekend?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam was thoroughly confused, he had told the officer a partial truth that his father was hunting just not for deer.

"I was already talking to your father, and he says and I quote 'that he and Dean went out for a night on the town, got too drunk to drive so they parked down for the night in some motel.' That Sam is nothing like the story you told me. So, if you aren't going to tell me the full truth I am going to half to assume that they are either self inflicted bruises, which is highly unlikely due to the placement of most, or that either you father gave you those bruise and told you to cover for him."

Sam panicked, his father would never hit him let alone let Sam hit himself, "My dad would never hit me." But the hesitation in Sam's response was enough for the officer to come to a conclusion about John Winchester.

"Sam, I know this is extremely hard for you. Many kids that have gone through this kind of trauma without ever telling anyone. I think that once you feel safe, away from you father, I hope you will open up and let us put him behind bars for being an abusive parent. But, until that day, we are putting you into a foster home-"

"WHAT—" Sam screamed cutting the officer off in mid- sentence, " You can't!"

"Sam, we are putting you into a foster home because of your hospital record, not just because of those bruises. You've had too many "accidents" like slipping on ice, to be unnoticed. You can't hide it forever, it'll just tear you up inside, trust me on this one kid, and you'll be better off without him. So, I will be back in a couple of hours, after I've spoken to you family, to let them know where you are going, then, I'll be back with your foster family." Marcus left the room, leaving Sam in silence.

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Dean had been sitting in what appeared to be an office for the last hour and a half, along side his father, who seemed to be as impatient as he. Both knew that Sam was somewhere in this hospital, but neither were permitted to go and see him. An officer had visited them earlier, asked them questions, and then sped off to talk with Sam. Dean was suspicious of this man, judging by the questions he was asking but he didn't care as long as he got to see his little brother soon.

Then, after what seemed to be an eternity, the officer whom questioned them previously entered the room again. Calmly looked at Dean and his father and sighed, sat down, and turned to John.

"I've just been talking to Sam an-" he began

"How is he? Is he all right? Why can't we see him yet?" Both Dean and his father pressed, angered by the waiting.

"No, you can't see him."

"Excuse me?!?!?" John questioned as Dean screamed "What the fuck-!"

"Dean! Watch your mouth!"

"He is being placed into a foster care home until we can determine whether or not it is safe for him to be returned in your care. We feel, meaning the doctor and I, that you son has had too many "accidents" and that his life is somewhat in danger living with you. And judging by the vicious bruises on his stomach and the lack of unity in your stories in where you were in the last couple of days, he is a victim of abuse-"

"I gave him those bruises, we were rough housing and got a little carried away-" Dean started but the officer shrugged it off.

"Look Dean I know that you are covering for you father but it's not going to work. This is just too suspicious, and if you weren't 19, you'd be in the same boat as you brother but, this is the best thing for Sam."

Dean sat back down, having risen in haste to defend his father's name. He looked over to who father who seemed to be in shock.

"The best thing for Sam is to be away from you, therefore he will be placed into the home as of today, and you do not get to see him. I'm sorry, and Dean, if there is anything you wish to tell me on account of your brother, without your father around, here is my card." Handed the small card to dean who looked at it pitifully.

"Can I please see my brother before you take him." Dean stammered he didn't want Sammy to be taken away from his watch. Anything could happen to him.

"I'm sorry, I will arrange a meeting in the next few days for you to see him without you father but until that time, I am going have you escorted out of the hospital and watched for the next couple of hours until Sam is at a safe distance."

Dean swallowed. Sammy…

TBC...

So, there it is, the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed.

PLEASE review, it makes me happy to know people enjoy my work. And, it reminds me that I am not crazy for thinking up these scenerios for people who are merely character from the show i am obsessed about.

Thanks for reading. See you soon.