Pre-series. Sam runs away when he hears Dean and John fighting over him. He follows a skin-walker back to its' home as John and Dean frantically search for him. Wee!chester, sad!Sam worried!Dean, worried!John
Sam is 8 and Dean is 12
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Sam walked out of his school and into the bright sun. He squinted his eyes and looked for his favorite person in the whole world. He glanced around and saw Dean waiting for him at the bottom of the steps. "Dean!" Sam yelled happily and hurried down the steps to his big brother. Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulder and ruffled his hair. Sam noticed Dean hadn't taken his book bag to school with him, again.
"How ya doin, Sammy?" Dean asked as he led his brother to the parked impala on the street. Kids rushed around them as they ran to their own cars or to the buses. Dean scanned the street for any signs of danger, casually sliding his gaze from person to person. John watched from the car, and smiled at how well trained his son was and could see the love in Dean's eyes for his youngest.
"I'm good. I made some new friends today, they said they liked my shirt. You?" Sam asked as Dean opened the impala's door for Sam. Sam climbed in and Dean went around to the front and got in the passenger seat. Dean looked back at his brother's shirt and saw it was a blue plaid shirt. He smiled as he realized it was the brand new one Dean had just bought for him a couple days ago. He had cleaned the impala out and scrubbed the seats and floorboard for a little extra cash, just so he could buy Sam a new shirt.
"Good but boring though. I don't see how you get so excited to go every day." Dean laughed.
"I like school." Sam said defensively.
"Hey boys, are burgers okay for dinner?" John asked as he pulled away from the curb.
"Sure." Dean said and Sam nodded, hoping they could go somewhere with a salad bar. They picked up some burgers and fries and headed back to the motel to eat there.
"So, I need both of you packed tonight because we're leaving first thing in the morning." John said parking the car at the motel. The motel looked like any other one they'd stayed at. It was two stories, run down and had cracks in the sidewalk.
"We're leaving?" Sam asked sadly.
"Yeah, Bobby gave us a new hunt a few states away." John said. They all walked inside the room and Sam dropped his book bag off by the door. He walked into his room and shut the door quietly.
"What's wrong with him?" John asked as he sat on the couch with his burger.
"I think Sammy made some new friends here." Dean said as he looked at his brother's closed door. "Do you think we could stay for just a couple more days? Just put off the madness of moving and setting up a new place for school?"
"No Dean." John said and flipped on the t.v. He nursed a beer after popping off the lid.
"I know the hunt is important, but Sammy is doing well with this teacher." Dean said persistently. He prayed his father would just listen this once but he knew he wouldn't.
"Dammit Dean. No! People are dying right now!" John yelled, losing his temper.
"Dad, I know! The hunt is all you ever think about!" Dean yelled back defiantly. "Think about Sammy!"
"Don't you yell at me boy!" John yelled back and got off the couch.
Meanwhile, Sam sat on his bed, his hands covering his ears to keep out the fighting. "It's my fault…" Sam whispered to himself and winced as he heard his dad yell at Dean. He looked for an escape and saw his window was cracked. He pushed with all his strength and ever so slowly the window slid up and Sam looked down. He was suddenly grateful for his dad always wanting to be on the first floor. He jumped out the window as quietly as he could and looked around. There was a forest and then he saw a sidewalk next to the road. He picked the sidewalk and began walking.
Sam walked for what felt like hours, crossing streets and turning corners until it started to get dark. He kept to himself and acted like he was supposed to be there. He walked down an alleyway and came to a stop. A few feet in front of him was the biggest German shepherd he had ever seen. It looked his way and let out a low growl. Sam back-peddled and tripped over a small pipe. He cried out in pain as he felt his write slice open when he hit the ground. He fearfully looked back up towards the dog and noticed the dog walking his way.
"G-go away!" Sam yelled at it, clutching his wrist and wishing for Dean. The German shepherd whined and crept closer. "Nice doggy?" Sam asked as he reached his hand out to pet the dog. The German shepherd licked his hand where he'd been cut and sniffed his cheeks. Sam laughed and stood up. He knew he should go home but he'd walked down so many streets he was lost.
"I'm lost." Sam cried, petting the dog's head. The German shepherd wagged his tail and started walking down the alleyway. "Doggy?" Sam asked and ran after him.
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"Sam! Come out for dinner. It's cold now." John yelled, sitting back at the couch. He waited a few seconds and looked over at Dean. Dean was sitting at the kitchen table and looked at his dad worriedly. When Sam still didn't answer, Dean went and knocked on the door. John's phone rang and he saw it was Bobby.
"Bobby?" John asked as Dean opened Sam's door.
"Hey John. I just wanted to let you know, there have been sightings of a skin-walker in your area. Keep an eye on the kids okay?" Bobby said.
A few seconds later Dean yelled from Sam's room. "Dad! Sammy's gone!"
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