John hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and adjusted his coat. "You sure you'll be okay Sam?"
Sam also sighed in annoyance at this question being asked - again. "I'll be fine Dad, its only two days." He leaned back on the arm of the couch.
"Just remember call us if you need to," Dean said, shrugging his coat on.
"I know," Sam said, "and if you don't answer, call Bobby."
Dean gave Sam a half smile, and ruffled his brother's floppy hair. "Be good, okay kid?"
John opened their apartment's door, saying, "Come straight home after school, don't open the door for anyone and keep the TV down."
"Dad, I got it. I'll be fine."
John observed his twelve year old fondly and nodded. He knew Sam could take care of himself, but he couldn't help but worry. "All right. Just making sure." He walked outside, and Dean followed after giving Sam a goofy smile and a fake two finger salute.
Sam got up off the couch and locked the door after Dean closed it, and then pulled back the curtain a bit to watch the Impala start up and drive off into the night.
Finally, he thought they'd never leave. Sam let out a breath tossed himself onto the couch again. He loved his dad and brother, but man did they get way too overprotective sometimes. It was nice to finally be able to breath.
They've been in this tiny apartment (two bedrooms, one bathroom - like always) for over a month, and Sam has had no freedom. Finally, his brother and dad would be gone until Saturday. He knew that his dad said to come straight home after school, but he would probably hang out with a few of his friends from school for an hour or so after school now that his dad wasn't here to say no.
He turned the TV on, making sure the volume wasn't too high for background noise and walked into the little kitchenette to heat up some leftover Chinese food for dinner.
The next morning Sam took his time in the shower, not having to rush for Dean, and he walked to school, something he hadn't done in a while since Dean or John always insisted on driving him.
He was a bit early and meet up with his friends outside. The school day went by very slow, something Sam was okay with, and he stopped at a smoothie place with his friend before going home. They walked around town for a little while as well, before Sam decided he should head home around 7:00pm.
Locking the door behind him after he got into the apartment,he tossed his bag onto the floor and kicked off his shoes, then took his homework out and put it on the kitchen table. He turned on the TV for background noise and got a drink from the kitchen before sitting down.
He had been sitting for over an hour when there was a knock on the door. Sam's head bolted up and he knocked his drink onto the floor, it spilt all over the carpet and he lurched to grab the TV remote and turn the volume all the way down. He fell off his chair in the process and it made a loud thump on the floor.
He lay on the floor, remote still in his hand as he listened for any sound. The door suddenly flung open to man (why hadn't he locked the door?!) standing there.
"Get the fuck out!" Sam yelled, jumping to his feet, glancing at the bag near the TV full of some of their weapons.
"You here alone?" The man asked, smirking. He looked strong, and Sam knew he wouldn't be able to fight him unarmed. Not to mention that the guy was probably a foot taller than him.
"Get out!" Sam shouted again as the man stepped into the room. "I'll call the cops!"
"I don't see a phone anywhere," The man observed. "Now if you just shut up, and come here. . ." The man reached for Sam, but the boy threw himself over the couch, trying to reach for the bag of weapons, but the man grabbed Sam's ankle and pulled him back, causing the couch to flip and Sam to painfully hit his jaw on the metal underside of the couch.
He was yanked backwards, and the man made an attempt to grab his arm but Sam bit him hard enough for him to let go. Sam scrambled over the couch and grabbed the first thing in the bag he could find, a hunting knife. Sam turned around on his knee just as the man grabbed a fist full of his hair, causing Sam to cry out in pain.
Sam blindly trashed out with the knife, catching the man on his side.
The man shouted, then twisted Sam's hair. "You fucking brat!"
"Let go!" Sam shouted, holding the man's wrist with his empty hand to try and lesson his hold. The man grabbed Sam's other wrist and twisted, making him drop the knife. He slammed Sam hand upon the floor, and black spots swam in Sam's vision and he let out a gasp.
"Little bitch," The man growled, slamming Sam's head onto the floor again.
Sam's vision seemed to unfocus and he moaned in pain, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt a headache building. He was pulled up by the hair again, and he felt the man's hot breath on his cheek from behind himself. "Now I'm going to stand up, and we are going to leave. If you made a single noise I'll smash your pretty little face in, understand?"
Sam groaned and nodded, his head pounding. He was yanked to his feet, the man holding his free hand against his back, while Sam's other hand still gripped the man's wrist. Sam was lead out the door, he heard the sound of the door closing behind him. He was lead to a car near the apartment and shoved into the back seat, where he again hit his head, on the window this time. The man got into to front seat and Sam had a moment of adrenaline where he tried to pulled the handle and push the door open. Fucking child safety locks?!
As the car pulled out the only thing on Sam's mind was how stupid he was and how pissed his dad and Dean were going to be.
Dean and John got home midday on Saturday, tired and hungry. Their hunt had gone well, they had investigated a possible vampire nest with some newbie hunter named Ford. The nest was almost deserted, and they took out the two vamps that had been there, then tipped off a couple of hunters who specialized in vampires.
They were glad to be back, neither of them liked leaving Sam alone for too long.
Dean was the first to the door, surprised that it was unlocked since Sam should be home and knew better than to leave it unlocked. He was too tired to be angry though, and just opened to door as John caught up with him.
Dean stepped through the door, looked around and dropped his bag, immediately going into 'hunting mode'. The couch was flipped, the TV on but the volume off, a bloody knife lay on the floor and the chair at the table was tipped along with a glass of something. John walked in behind Dean, and had the same reaction; dropping everything and scanning the room.
"Sam?" Dean called out, pulling out his .45 and stepping aside for John to enter the room. John went towards the bedrooms to check for Sam while Dean stayed in the joint living room and kitchen. "Sam!" Dean called, louder this time. He hoped to a God he didn't quite believe in that Sam was hiding somewhere.
He heard John opening and closing the bathroom and bedroom doors as panic set in his chest. "Dad, where the hell is he?" He asked, panic clear in his voice. He even opened the fridge, like Sam might be hiding in there, the kid was small enough.
"I don't know, I don't know," John repeated, walking back into the living room, clearly just as panicked as Dean. "He's gone."
Yikes this is shorter than I thought it would be...
Anyways, do you guys like it? Should I continue it?
I already have six chapters written, they just need to be edited... the first couple are about then same length as this one, but they'll be longer, I promise!