Here's yet another stupid little story I came up with, hope you like it..

Just Another Bad Day

Chapter one

"Dean down!" Sam yelled as he watched the vampire suddenly appear behind his brother.

Dean attempted to drop to the ground but the creature reached down and grabbed his jacket. It then pulled him up and threw him onto his back, his silver stake, the only defense he had against the creature, flew out of his hand. It was on him in a flash. Dean struggled to keep the creature from biting him, but it was strong and he expected any second to feel its teeth slicing into his throat.

Sam ran to his brother but a sharp pain in his right side caused him to gasp in pain and fall to his knees. He immediately got up and ignored the pain, in a few seconds he was at his brother's side. He grabbed the vampire by the arm trying to turn it around as he raised his stake, but the creature spun around and tossed him away from it then immediately turned its attention back to Dean.

"Sam!" Dean shouted for help, he knew he was in trouble and if Sam couldn't help him he was dead.

Sam scrambled to his feet and ran once more over to his brother. He did the only thing he could think of which was to toss Dean his own stake Dean caught it and held it up just as the vampire swooped down on his neck. The stake plunged deep into the creature's heart causing it to throw back its head back and scream in agony as it at first pulled back away from Dean then started to fall forward. Sam saw what was about to happen and quickly reached down and yanked his brother out from under it. They stood back and watched as the creature rolled onto its back then stared up at them as blood gushed from his mouth. Dean went over to his bag and pulled out a machete, then walked back over and with no hesitation decapitated the creature.

Later that night

The brothers found a motel, washed up, and then headed to a small restaurant to get something to eat.

"Boy that was close….I thought that thing had me." Dean said as he took a bite out of his hamburger. He was feeling good; he always enjoyed a successful hunt.

"Yeah." Sam said as he dipped a French fry in ketchup then put it down on his plate.

Dean glanced at Sam's plate and realized he hadn't eaten anything. He knew his brother had to be hungry since they hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam looked up. "Just tired." He gave a little smile then winced in pain as he shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable.

"You hurt?" Dean hadn't missed the small show of pain.

"I think I pulled a muscle when we were chasing that thing." Sam said as he rubbed his side. "It's not too bad." He quickly added when he saw the concerned look on Dean's face.

"Well you better eat something, you got to keep your strength up; we want to get an early start tomorrow. I got our next hunt already lined up. There's a haunted inn up in Michigan….three people died in the same room on different nights…and I'm thinking we got another case like we had in Pennsylvania…." Dean noticed Sam was looking out the window and didn't seem to be paying any attention to him. "Sorry if I'm I boring you Sam."

"Huh….what…?" Sam looked back at Dean.

"Sam, you're way off in left field somewhere, what's up?"

"Nothing….look Dean I'm just tired…I think I'm going to go out to the car."

"What about your food?"

"I'm not hungry…you eat it." Sam crawled out of the booth and tossed down some money. "Take your time, I'll see you outside."

Dean watched as Sam walked away. As he neared the door two men walked into the diner and Sam accidentally bumped into them. Dean watched as Sam apologized but one of the men still shoved him aside as the other one walked up to the counter. Dean glared at the men and was tempted to get up and confront them for pushing his brother but decided against it, Sam wasn't hurt and the last thing he wanted to do was start a fight and get the cops involved. He looked out the window and watched Sam climb into the car then put his head back on the seat. Dean quickly gulped down the rest of his hamburger, picked up Sam's money, then left a tip and got up to pay. He could tell his brother wasn't feeling well and didn't like leaving him alone. He convinced himself that once they got to a motel and Sam got some rest he'd be fine. He had just reached the checkout counter when he saw one of the waitresses whispering to another one and caught her words.

"They have guns; I think they're here to rob us. I saw the one guy in here last night checking out the place and asking a lot of questions. We got to call the cops." The waitress seemed scared to death as she nodded toward one of the man whose gun was clearly visible under his jacket. Unfortunately the two men also heard her.

"Okay everybody just stay where you are!" Frank, one of the men shouted as he and his partner both pulled out their guns.

"No one's going to get hurt if you do as you're told." Jim the other man told the few patrons that were in the diner.

Dean instinctively reached toward the gun he always kept hidden under his jacket in his back waistband then swore under his breath when he realized he had left it in the car.

Jim pointed the gun at Dean.

"Go sit down buddy and don't try anything funny."

Dean had no choice; he put his hands out to the side to show them he meant them no harm then walked back to his booth and sat down. He glanced out the window and saw the questioning look on Sam's face and knew that from where Sam was sitting he couldn't see what was happening.

Just stay in the car Sam, don't come in. Dean whispered to himself, it was bad enough he was in trouble, he didn't want his brother involved also.

TBC