A/N: Gooooooooood evening My Imperial Storm Army! And new Padawans to the Dark Side! Raise those lightsabers and be prepared to go into intense battle as we dominate the Rebel Base! Got a brand new Supernatural story for ya! The other one will updated soon, so sit tight! But for now here's this one! I decided to pick one random Supernatural fic from my story board and start on it and this one got picked! This story was inspired by watching Balto and The Lion King! Weird combo...Good...but weird...Anyways let's get going!

Summary: Sam is kidnapped! AH! When Dean leaves to go help Bobby for a day he comes back to Sammy missing! All Dean knows is Sam's missing and a crazed scientist did it! But what does this scientist want? And what is he going to do to Sam? Stay Tuned!

Enjoy!

All mistakes are my own and flames will be used to help me make yummy s'mores.

Stolen!

Sam rolled his eyes as 'Momma Dean' went over the rules again and made the motel room was well everything proofed.

"Dean will you chill out and leave already? Bobby's waiting." Sammy said typing away at his laptop.

"I'm going. Just making sure you're taken care of." Dean said.

"Dean. I'm a big boy now, I can fend for myself." Sam said.

"I know. But the last hunt really wore you down. I mean you slept for two days." Dean gave Sammy a pointed look.

Their latest hunt was for a ghoul and then somehow they wound up chasing a wendigo on top of it. Sam had stayed awake for three days straight researching and doing whatever for the two things were chasing. He downed like 50 coffees, new record. On top of everything he had one heck of a concussion. Bobby had called that morning asking for help on a hunt, but Dean being Dean still won't Sammy leave the room.

"Okay, so I was tired and staying up for three days didn't help any but I'm fine now. My head doesn't hurt anymore." Sam argued.

"Alright. I'm going. But you call me if you need anything or your head starts hurtin' again. I meant it Sammy." Dean said firmly.

"I will. Now go before Bobby comes and find you." Sam said.

Dean nodded. He checked the room once more than on Sammy and headed out.

"Such a mother hen." Sammy chuckled as he got back to his research for their next hunt when Dean got back.

A few hours later

"So everything's good?" Dean asked.

"Yes Mom." Sammy laughed.

"Smartass. Head still okay?" Dean asked.

"Still in one piece." Sam said.

"What'cha doing now?" Dean asked.

Sam chuckled. He could hear Bobby in the background saying the Dean could help with the research.

"Just watching a movie on my laptop." Sam said.

"Oh. What movie?"

"The Longest Yard. It's about these prison inmates that make a football team to back at the guards. It's pretty good." Sammy said.

"Hmm. Sounds interesting. Alright I'm going to go before Bobby lectures me to Hell."

"Okay. Be careful. Both of you." Sam said.

"We will Samantha. Get some sleep princess!" Dean teased.

"Jerk!" Sam exclaimed.

"Bitch!" Dean hung up.

Sam laughed and tossed his phone on his brothers bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. While in the shower he failed to hear the door opening. When Sammy was done he dressed in his sleep pants and a black T-shirt, and headed back out to the room. He threw his dirty clothes on his duffle making a mental note to have Dean stop at a laundry mat soon. He then went around the room making the salt lines were intact and the angel and demon sigils were still good.

Sam nodded to himself in approval. Heading towards his bed, he heard a creak. He made a reach for his gun on the table next to him but strong, beefy arms grabbed him from behind. Sam struggled to get free but it was useless. The person had a good tight grip on him. He then held his breath when a cloth with a sickly sweet scent was pressed to his face. He struggled harder.

"Shhh. Just sleep my pet. Everything's alright." The man cooed.

Sams eyes widened! He reconized that voice! His thoughts were halted when he took a breath when his lungs were screaming for air. He became dizzy and his struggles died down. He felt a hand card through his hair and the voice cooed again.

"Thatta boy. Shhhh. I promise everything will be fine my pet."

Sammy couldn't stop the darkness from claiming him. There was one last thought before he passed out.

'Dean. I'm sorry.'

Sammy knew no more.

Oh no! Sammy! Wonder who the voice belongs to and why does Sammy reconize it?

Until Next Time! Nananananana BATMAN! Holy Blonde Cheerleader Batman!