Disclaimer: First of all I don't own anything to do with supernatural and the boys, though it would be fun to at least rent them from Kripke. Secondly I have been a huge fan of this site and all the stories, and yes this is my first ever story so please be somewhat kind. Oh and Dean is 15 and Sammy is 10.

It had been 3 days and Dean couldn't be happier, he was finally able to go on a hunt with Caleb; his dad's friend and the closet thing to uncle he had, well besides Bobby. Though he would never be caught saying that to anyone, even if it was still pretty cute to hear Sammy call Caleb and Bobby uncle. They were hunting a werewolf something he had never done before but hey he was never one to deny a new hunting experience. Caleb was checking the research leaving Dean to check the weapons. He loved this task; it gave him ample time to just let his mind wonder.

The one major and pretty much only downside to being here with Caleb was being so far away from Dad and Sammy. Dad promised that he would take care of Sammy, letting Dean to be free of any burden for a week. Though neither Dean nor his Dad had ever thought of Sammy has a burden it was kind of nice to just be able to kick back with Caleb. Caleb was a little younger than his Dad but they were so similar it was almost like being with his Dad. "Yo Dean you with me here? I can't have you spacing out on me in the middle of a hunt. You're dad'll skin me alive if anything happens to you." Caleb's booming voice entered Dean's thoughts.

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch I'm only admiring your weapons, I mean come on you can barely pick up a woman but some how you have these beauties." Dean snickered trying to deflect his worry over his family. It's not like his dad didn't know how to look after Sammy; he is their father after all. The kid was just so small for his age and always seemed to get into trouble. "Hey! I know they're real beauty's but I thought you were a ladies man". Caleb wasn't blind he'd been around the boys since they were little and knew the bond they had. Dean wouldn't be calm till he could back to Sammy. Speaking about Sammy, Caleb smirked thinking about how that little runt was probably giving John a run for his money. God he couldn't wait to spend some down time with John and the boys, it had been awhile and he always thought them as family.

"Alright Dean it's almost nightfall time to head out and bag us your first werewolf" Caleb yelled heading to his jeep. He knew when the hunt began Dean would have his head in the game. He couldn't get over how well Dean was coming into his hunting abilities; the kid had an aim like no one else. He had to admit these 3 days were a blast, he couldn't wait to see John's face full of pride when Dean returned home telling John and Sammy all of the stories of the weekend. Well maybe not Sammy, the kid was so sensitive striking a protective streak in everyone who came across him. God even hard as nails Trip the mighty tracker, oh how Trip could under Caleb's skin. But he was a good tracker and hunter and even had proved that he did have a soft spot that was pounded in by the runt himself. Caleb smirked thinking about how a 4-year-old Sammy finally got Trip wrapped around his itty-bitty finger.

8 hours later….

"Dam Caleb did you see the way the Alpha ass came towards me and how I flipped over that tree and shot it right in the heart…I mean how Batman was that" Dean couldn't stop smiling about the whole hunt. Yes there had been 2 werewolves but they were ready and took down the rabid dogs with an almost grace like manner. "Yes Yes Yes I know you shot the werewolf…in the arm I might add. I was the one who shot it in the heart and took down the other one. Which makes me batman and you robin?" Caleb laughed at the eye roll Dean gave. "Don't you dare tell Sammy you think I'm robin, which is so utterly stupid I can't believe you said it" At the lack of a good comment Dean slumped in the jeep feeling the adrenaline wearing off.

Caleb loaded the weapons and sank behind the wheel feeling good about the hunt. Though he hadn't expected 2, things went well and he made sure there weren't anymore. The look of satisfaction and pride on Dean's face as they torched the werewolves made the hunt even more worth it in Caleb's mind. He went to blast some music when he heard a sound that made him snap his head in Dean's direction and put a fond smile on his face. There was Dean sprawled against the door snoring with his mouth open with a look of pure happiness. Caleb started driving knowing what would keep the look on Dean's face.

It was now coming on to 7am and Caleb could barely see straight but they were finally coming up to the cabin that held the only two most important people in Dean's world. He couldn't believe Dean had sleep through the drive but he understood the effects adrenaline had on a body and Dean liked to push it to the limits. He pulled up beside the love of Dean's life, the impala. He could understand Dean's love for the car it was a sight to see. "Hey Dean time to wake up kiddo" shaking Dean he heard Dean groan and knew he was waking up. "God Caleb I'm 15 not a kid, and why do I feel like I was hit by a bus," yawned Dean. "15 makes you a kid, and it's cuz your lazy ass slept for 8 hours straight. Now hurry up before Sammy breaks the door down" Knowing he hit the mark when Dean shot up and looked around.

Dean couldn't believe it he was home. God he missed his pain in the ass brother and he couldn't wait to tell his Dad how kick ass his skills are. He burst out of the jeep and through the front door preparing for the arm full of baby brother like always. But nothing happened it was so quiet, at first he thought maybe dad took Sammy fishing but knew there would be a note. Something wasn't right his gut was yelling at him. "Caleb something's wrong, get in here" Dean raced upstairs and searched each room looking for anything.

Hearing Dean's distress Caleb raced to the cabin in time to see Dean searching the first floor. Seeing his panic, Caleb went to search the basement and would never forget this moment in his life. As he rounded the corner there was little Sammy crying and beaten tied to a chair looking like he had been there for days. Where the hell was john?

So I know it's short and I don't even know if this will upload right but I hope you all like it. I had an idea and thought why not write one. This is my first fic so sorry if it's not up to snuff but please review :)