"Oh come on, Dean. You're so childish." Sixteen-year-old Sam Winchester complained. He sat in the passenger seat of his big brother's classic '67 Impala. His older brother, Dean, had just ruffled his hair knowing how much it annoys him.
"I am not!" The twenty-year-old shot back at him. He looked over at his brother with a grin plastered on his face. He looked back to the road then down to his gas gage. "Oh man, Sammy. We are going to need to fill up and soon."
"The nearest gas station is like a hundred miles away." Sam said after studying the map he found in the glove compartment.
"Uh. I don't think we'll make it a hundred miles, Sammy. There has to be something closer." Dean glanced back at his younger brother studying the map again.
"Told you we should have stopped at the last one."
"Shut up." Dean shot his brother an annoyed look. They sat in silence for a few more minutes before the sound of the engine stalling rang in the boys' ears. "No, baby no!"
"Dean?" Sam looked to his brother. "Where are we even?"
"I don't know, Sammy. You have the map." Dean pulled the car off to the side of the road, mentally kicking himself for letting this happen. Winchester luck! He thought to himself. He threw the car in park and looked back to Sam. "Stay in the car."
"What? Dean?" But he was too late; Dean was out of the car with the hood raised. He let out a sigh as he watched his brother tink around under the hood. A few moments later Dean was back in the car. "Well?"
"The engines fine. Like I thought, just outta gas." Dean whipped his hand on a paper towel his brother handed him. Shaking his head he looked back at Sam. "It's getting dark. Looks like we're sleeping here and walking the rest of the way in the morning."
"A hundred miles, Dean?" Sam didn't like the thought of walking that way just to get gas and then walk back.
"Why not? Good training." Dean laughed as he put his head back against seat and closed his eyes.
"Dean!" Sam yelled at his brother. "Come on. I am not walking all that way for your dumb car after I told you to stop." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hand me the map." Dean sat up with a sigh of defeat. Sam did as he was directed. Dean took the map and looked over it for a long while.
"Well?"
"You have your phone with you?" Dean asked not looking up from the map.
"In my bag in the trunk. Why?" Sam didn't know what his brother was doing but he knew shouldn't ask. "Where's yours?"
"Mine died." Dean grinned, "Too many girls have been calling me." He then put the map down and opened the door, "Stay in the car."
"Dean, I'm not ten. I can get out of the car on the side of the road if I want to." Sam gave his brother a disbelieving look. Dean was more like a mother hen then an older brother. Though Sam would never admit it, he loved the fact that Dean cared so much about him.
"Whatever, Bitch!" Dean stood out of the car and closed the door but not before hearing the Jerk that came as his brother's reply. He walked around to the back of the car and unlocked the trunk with the key. He dove right into Sam's bag and found the black, brink of a phone. He was just heading back to the front seat when he heard the sound of an approaching car. He turned just as a black van pulled in right behind the Impala.
"Need some help?" A dark-haired boy exited the driver's side of the vehicle and approached with his blonde passenger following close at his heels.
"Um. We just ran outta gas." Dean eyed the newcomers suspiciously. The blonde boy looked to the van's driver who shrugged. He looked back to Dean.
"Well, there's a gas station about 60 miles up the road. How about we take you up there so you can get some gas?"
"Uh yeah. That'd be great. One sec." He then walked over to the passenger seat and opened the door, "Come on, Sammy. These guys are gonna give us a ride to the gas station."
"Okay." Sam got out and looked to his brother for reassurance before walking to the back of the car. "Hi." He greeted the two new faces.
"Hi." Said the blonde boy. He didn't smile, which made the Winchester boys a little weary, but the other boy seemed friendly enough.
"Don't mind him. He's kind of in a bad mood today." Said the dark-haired youth. He led the two brothers towards the back of the van. "I'm Frank, by the way. Frank Hardy and the sour puss up front is my younger brother, Joe."
"Dean Winchester." Dean introduced himself, "And this is my little brother Sammy."
"It's Sam." The youngster corrected his brother.
The one named Frank grinned and opened the back of the van. "You two can sit back here." He stepped aside so the two Winchester boys could get a good look at the accommodations.
"Thanks!" Sam said jumping into the seat before his brother could interject. Dean reluctantly followed suit and climbed in the back seat next to his brother.
"Buckle up." Frank said as he re-entered the van, claiming the driver's seat. Dean was about to complain until he realized the comment had been directed at the younger Hardy.
Joe frowned at his brother. "Frank, I'm not in the mood. Don't make it worse."
Sam and Dean looked at one another then back to the boys in the front of the van. Neither Winchester knew what to make of the two. All their hunting instincts were telling them that the boys were okay, but Dean wasn't in hunter mode. He was more in big brother mode. Not liking that he didn't have control of the car that carried his baby brother.
The four boys traveled several miles in silence. Dean watched the scenery through his window thinking far ahead at what he would do once Sam and he had gas in the car again. He was so lost in thought, it's no wonder that he jumped when the radio suddenly clicked on.
Frank spoke "Joe? Can you turn that down? It's getting hard to concentrate."
Joe obeyed, but took his time in doing so. It reminded Dean of his relationship with his own brother. They were constantly teasing each other relentlessly, always getting revenge and calling each other names.
Dean took another look to his own brother and saw his head leaning low against the window. Knowing his brother had not gotten much sleep the night before he hoped Sam could get at least a few minutes.
"What time do you think we'll hit Bayport?" Joe asked, drawing Dean's attention back to the front of the van.
Frank shrugged, "I don't know. By tomorrow."
"That long?"
"Yes, that long."
Joe mumbled something under his breath. Dean only caught two of the words: dumb and criminals.
"How long till the gas station?" Dean asked to the brother's in the front.
Frank glanced at the map his brother held. "Um... about 41 miles yet."
"Thanks." Dean said. He looked back over at his brother, who was now looking right at him, his eye lids drooping. "Get some sleep Sam."
"You sure?" Sam was a bit skeptical, but Dean nodded his head letting him know it was fine.
"It's alright." Dean reassured him.
"Probably a good idea." Frank said. He glanced at his brother. "Maybe you should do the same?"
Joe shrugged and then switched off the radio. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat.
"Little brothers, right Frank?" Dean leaned forward and hit Frank gently on the arm.
Frank nodded and joined the jest. "Right. Who needs them?"
Joe, his eyes now closed, uttered a few words. "I heard that!"
"Good. You were supposed to." Frank grinned. Dean laughed at the two and sat back against the seat. Sam's eyes were closed and his breathing was low and even. He was completely asleep. Finally, the kids asleep. About time. He thought as he watched his kid brother sleep peacefully next to him.
Frank spoke again. "So..." His comment was clearly directed at Dean. "I noticed your car. An Impala right? Pretty cool."
"Try awesome." said Joe.
"Yeah thanks," Dean smiled, "My dad gave 'er to me."
"I always wanted a classic." Joe replied. "There's nothing like a classic American muscle car."
"Except," Added Frank, "That it's not as efficient as this van here. Not to mention, we get better gas mileage with this than we would with an oldie."
Joe turned in his seat to look at Dean. "Forgive my brother. He doesn't understand cars."
"Sure I do." Frank instantly defended himself. "I'm just more into the efficiency, than the appearance."
Dean laughed at the brothers once again before taking one more look at his own. As soon as he did he could see Sam's eyes rolling under his eye lids. "Oh great."
"What? What is it?" Joe also turned to look at Sam.
"Sam kinda has nightmares a lot. Scares the crap outta him and me sometimes." Dean informed Joe before turning back to Sam. "Sam? Sammy? Come on man, wake up." He shook his shoulders but Sam's eyes remained closed. Joe shrugged and turned back in his seat to stare out the front windshield.
"Dean!" Sam yelled causing the three boys that were still awake to jump. "Dean!"
"Sammy! I'm right here. Come on man, wake up!" Dean grabbed his little brother into a tight embrace.
"Dean!" Sam yelled one more time before waking up. He wrapped his arms around his brother and sat there in silence as everything about the dream surrounded him.
Dean saw the younger Hardy glance worriedly at his brother who shrugged firmly. They didn't say anything. Frank merely drove on down the desolate road.
"Sorry guys." Sam spoke after finally finding his voice. "I just…" He never finished, just hung his head.
"No need to apologize." Frank smiled at him in the rearview mirror. "Happens to the best of us."
Sam nodded and leaned back into his brother's arm. Another few minutes passed in silence for the four boys. Neither set of brothers knew what to make of the other. Dean let Sam drift back to sleep against his arm, and could see Joe nodding off as well.
"How many more miles?" He asked again, though he knew they were still far away from the gas station.
"32."
Dean sighed. "Great."
A/N: I am writing this with a friend of mine. The updates for the story may be a little slower then normal. I am the Supernatural "Know-it-all" and she is the Hardy boys "Know-it-all" We hope you enjoy it! We will also not be putting the next chapter up until we have at least two reviews.
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