Missing Brother

Disclaimer; I do not own anyone or anything. As much as I love to.

Rated for safety, like usual, hope you guys enjoy and please review, I'm up for structured criticism but don't beat me up too much. ^^

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Little Sammy, well he wasn't so little anymore, sat on the hood of his dad's black impala looking into a very dense forest. His big brother Dean and his dad had walked into the woods a couple of hours ago and Sam was still waiting. 'Protect the car' Dad had said. Sam's face screwed up in distaste at the memory. Dean had thrown him a 45 and had trotted after dad like a puppy on a leash, shotgun in hand.

Sam swung his already long legs back and forth, the slight thumb of his shoe tapping the car was the only sound heard on the old back country road. Sam was fourteen years old, he thought that was plenty old enough. Dean had started hunting when he was younger, hell he had started hunting when he was eight. Sam was almost just as good at hand to hand combat as Dean was. He was smart, had good grades, not that grades mattered in the world of hunters. He was fair at archery and could handle a gun just like the next guy. He huffed again to himself, it just wasn't fair. His life was full of dos and don'ts. When would it stop and when would he find the same thrill in hunting as Dean had apparently already found.

Sam was tired of being left behind to 'watch the car' and even more tired of being looked at as if he was three years old again and just another variable to get in the way. So when Sam heard the far off yells of pain, he had had enough. Grabbing another gun out of the trunk of the car, which he slung around his waste, he also grabbed his dad's several charms against demonic possession and the various withes curse.

Heart pounding, Sam ran full tilt in the direction of his family.

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Next thing Sam could see was the red that seemed to stain every tree and every square inch of the forest ground. But no dad and no Dean. Sam's heart rate spiked and he was left gasping for air. What could do this? What could leave a mess like this? And then he heard it again. The hoarse yells of Dad. Sam ran in the direction of the yelling. He followed the noise even though every instinct in his body told him to book it the hell out of there. He found John moaning on the ground, he was no longer yelling but his eyes were closed and he looked as if he was in immense pain.

"Dad? Dad!" Sam yelled, shaking his father's shoulders roughly. Trying to wake John up from whatever it was that held him in his grasp.

John stuttered back to reality almost mauling his son in the process. Sam jump back though and missed the pounches intended for him.

"Sam?" Concern flickered across his face that his youngest son was out in the woods but then it was masked into anger and Sam cringed.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you at the car?" John's face and entire body was covered in blood and his breath weezed, he looked in real bad condition, yet he still had enough breath in him to question Sam. "I told you to stay in the car. You deliberately disobeyed."

Sam groaned, here he was just trying to help out what looked like his dying father and yet he was pegged for disobedience. "Sorry D-, Sir. I-I heard someone screaming and thought I should help."

Sam felt pathetic, his head hung low and he rolled on the sides of his feet. Where was Dean?

John grunted and then slowly got to his feet. He gingerly touched the gash on his forehead and winced slightly. "Get back to the car."

"But where's Dean? Dad where's Dean?" Sam looked around, his eyes scanning the area looking for any sign of Dean. Panic was beginning to bubble as the boy realized the forest, which usually was so busy with activity, was dead quiet. The hairs at the back of his neck began to stand up. He looked up at John.

"Get back to the car Sam."

"But Dad-"

"Now Sam. Go back to the car now." John's face steeled over as he looked at his son who looked back with pleading eyes. John watched as the panic rose and then was crushed by anger in those eyes and the slightest feeling of regret surfaced within John.

John watched as Sam turned on his heels and walked away. He watched until he couldn't see Sam anymore and then turned back around in the small clearing. Everything was a mess. He was a mess. He was in pain but he must have looked really bad because Sam had looked terrified. Sam was right though, where was Dean? Years of practice was the only thing that stood between his panic and his clear thinking. He rubbed his arms dumb founded, then began moving deeper in the woods. He yelled his name occasionally, all the while knowing it was just a show. He had no idea where his son was.

So voila! ^^ Again, please review. No guarantee when an update may occur. Lol.