A/N: Hello. Wow, it feels good to submit something again! I haven't written any fanfic stories in a billion years! (Well it feels like that). Anyways. So since I last posted, I have watched Sherlock, Supernatural and Doctor Who so I want to write a bit in those areas. Expand my repertoire other than PJO. Anyways, so here it goes. I'm going to go with whatever comes out, so here it goes.
Disclaimer: All rights go to Supernatural none of the characters are mine etc. etc.
Sam's POV:
"When is Dad coming home?" I asked. Dean flopped himself into the lazy chair and clicked the television on.
"I told you, Sammy. He's going to find that and he'll be home within the next few days." He said and fished his hand through the bag of potato chips that sat in his lap.
"Okay." I nodded and opened a book my English teacher loaned me. Mr. Brown said that he was happy to have me in class and since I wasn't going to stay long, he wanted me to read a book that he said was his favorite. To Kill a Mocking Bird wasn't as bad as I thought. But whatever. I left that school last week and never gave the copy back.
"Why are you reading that thing still?" Dean said in between mouthfuls of crunches. I rolled my eyes and threw the pillow next to me.
"Because I actually do my homework."
"Whatever." He said and went back to flipping through channels. I continued reading for an hour or two until my stomach growled for dinner.
"Dean, I'm hungry." I rolled on my side and kicked off the covers of the bedspread.
"Hi hungry, I'm Dean." He shifted in the chair and rubbed the sides of his arms. I groaned and he looked over. "What do you want me to do? Sam you are 12. Double digits. You can get the frozen burrito out of the freezer yourself."
"Can we go somewhere? Please?" I asked and walked to his armchair. Dean looked up at me.
"You know I can't do that." He said.
"Why?"
"You know why." He said sternly. "That door is to stay locked until Dad comes home."
"Dean, I can't take it anymore. No more crappy frozen burritos. That burger place. I know you saw it a block or two away from here."
A moment of silence passed between us as his green eyes stared up at me. With a grumble, he turned off the television and playfully shoved me backwards. "Get your coat. I'm starving too." He said and took the gun from underneath his pillow. He stuffed it in his jeans and stood at the doorway.
"Thanks Dean!" I grabbed my jacket and pulled my arms in. As he held the door open for me, he grabbed the back of my hood. His smile had disappeared and he looked me straight in the eyes.
"Dad does not hear anything about this." He said and I nodded.
We started walking on the sidewalk, Dean was flinching at every sound behind us. He seemed paranoid, but of course, he was always paranoid when Dad was around, sure that he was going to do something wrong.
When we got to the restaurant, we sat down at the table and had the most delicious and juicy burger. They gave us extra fries and we both ordered desert. Pie and a big bowl of mint ice cream. Their plates were huge, so we had to bring back leftovers in a Styrofoam container.
When we got back to the motel, Dean locked all the doors again and we sat down to watch TV with popcorn. I fell asleep on the couch and when I woke up, Dean put me in bed and the next morning, he was flipping through my book.
"Sammy, This ain't interesting at all." He said, flipping it at the foot of my bed. "I'm going to take a shower. Oh I ate your ice cream and the rest of the fries from last night by the way" Dean went into the bathroom and started humming Another Brick in the Wall pt. 2 by Pink Floyd.
There was a knock at the door and my palms clammed up a bit. I went over to the door and looked through the peak hole. Sadly, I had stand on my tip toes and my dad was behind the door with his big arms crossed over his chest and his bag on his shoulder.
"Sammy open up." His voice sounded deeper than normal. I took off the dead bolt and opened the door. "Hey Sammy, where's Dean?"
"He's in the shower."
"Okay."
"How did it go?" I asked and followed him into the kitchen.
"I got a few of them, and none of the vampires showed up after that. Bobby has a case for me two states over, so start packing." My dad said and
"Yes, sir." I said and started getting my belongings together.
Dad went through the last of our food and started throwing empty cereal boxes out and finally leaned against the counter. Dean came out of the bathroom and pulled his shirt down a bit.
"Dean. Get your stuff together, we are going to Iowa today." Dad said. Dean nodded and picked up some magazines from the table.
"Sam. Go take your stuff to the car." Dad said and tossed me the keys. "Dean, I want to talk to you." My brother gripped the table tight but I nodded and went out to where the impala was parked. I threw my bag in the back seat.
When I came back to the open doorway, I heard dad raise his voice. I stopped and listened.
"You know that you aren't supposed to leave the motel room." That was my dad.
"We didn't."
"You want to lie to me again?" I heard my dad ask. For just a moment, I peaked around the doorway and looked at the two. They were standing in the far kitchen and my dad's back was turned to me. Dean was backed up against the kitchen counter.
"No sir." Dean said.
"Uh huh." My dad crossed his arms and stroked his chin. "Do you think I'm stupid? I saw the take out in the trash." Dean widened his eyes and before he could open his mouth, dad backhanded him. My stomach twisted and Dean was knocked to the ground.
I knew Dad lost his temper sometimes and he would raise his voice, but he never laid a hand on us. At least, never on me even though sometimes I saw him get harsh with Dean. Something that tasted like metal filled my mouth and I forced myself to stop biting my lip.
I took a deep breath and looked across the doorway. As dad started spouting crap about responsibilities and consequences, Dean linked eyes with me and slowly shook his head. He wiped some blood away from his nose and Dad yelled at him to "Get up."
I was about ready to go into the motel room and hopefully break up the argument when a hand reached out and wrapped around my mouth. I struggled to break loose as my heart beat pounded in my chest. A sharp pain hit the side of my head and my vision crumbled into a dark black.
A/N: Well. It feels good to be back on the band wagon. I guess I just started writing and now Sam gets kidnapped by who? Well, we (including I :D) will find out next chapter. I don't care if anybody reads the story, the author's note, or even clicks on this! I'm just glad I am working on writing more in this area. Yay!
Enjoy, and have a wonderful day! One more week until winter break. YAY!
