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Dean is 20, Sam is 16

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"Hey nerd, ready to go yet?" Dean asked as he looked around for the car keys. They were at their third hotel this month and he just couldn't seem to remember where he had left them. It was one room with two twin beds that practically took up the whole space. A small table and chair sat next to the only window and was occupied by Sam. The bathroom had a small shower and a toilet that worked, half the time.

"Five minutes." Sam said and kept scrolling through his laptop. Sam squirmed in his small chair and froze as he felt it sway. The chair was hunter green, old and made of plastic. Not unlike one found at the pool or in a back yard. He sent up a silent prayer that the legs wouldn't break on him just yet.

"Two." Dean said, picking up the pants he wore the day before and taking his keys out of the pockets. A few items of clothing littered the floor around Dean's bag. His bed was closest to the door, like always, and Sam's bed was already folded and tightly kempt like his father showed him. The edges of the sheets were tucked in like a triangle and his bedspread lay without a wrinkle. His medium-sized brown bag was full of folded shirts and pants.

"Three." Sam argued eyes still glued to his screen.

"Fine. Hurry." Dean huffed and plopped down on the bed. He gazed around the room, bored and then looked back to Sam.

"How long did dad say he was going to be hunting this time?" Sam asked.

"A week maybe? He said he didn't want us anywhere near that thing he was hunting. Took Bobby with him I think." Dean said and propped his legs up on the extra chair. Sam looked up from his computer and watched Dean pop off a root beer's cap.

"Wait, so we only have fifty dollars for the week?"

"I guess so. What's the big deal? We've lasted longer on less." Dean took a long swig of his drink and belched.

"Yeah and now I can't ever eat ramen noodles again." Sam clicked off the internet and shut down his laptop. "I'm just about ready, let me go put on a jacket."

"Don't forget your purse while you're in there Samantha." Dean teased him. Sam pulled on his favorite stained, grey sweatshirt and hit Dean playfully upside the head.

"Very funny." Sam said as they walked out to the car. The 1967 Chevy Impala shone brightly in the Texas sun. Her black color made the inside feel like an oven. Sam was beginning to wish that he hadn't grabbed his sweatshirt, but he knew the temperature was going to drop that night. They rolled down the windows for the ride to the grocery store and Dean hung his arm out the window as he drove.

"So, how's school?" Dean asked as he slowed to a stop at the red light. Sam sighed and glanced out the window. "Uh oh. That doesn't sound good." A few people walked across the street at the green arrow.

"Yeah, because it's not going good." Sam said frustrated. Dean noticed his brown hair was almost to his eyes now. "We keep moving around and it's hard to keep up. The kids here don't like me." Sam muttered the last part but Dean heard him anyways.

"Come on Sammy. You could take ten of them if you would just fight back." Dean tried to encourage him. It wasn't that he wanted his brother to fight, but he didn't want his brother hurt or suffering any more than he had to. Dean had already stopped going to school so he couldn't protect his little brother anymore.

"I know it's just, we always fight monsters and things that go bump in the night. I don't want to have to fight regular people to, ya know?" Sam said with little humor. The Impala rolled forward as Dean let off the brake at the green light. He pressed on the gas and they made their way to the cheapest store in town.

"Show them who's boss and you won't have to fight them anymore. You're just getting so tall and lanky, kids think your easy pickings." Dean joked and stopped smiling when he saw his brother's expression. "How about we go out for a movie? I've got a little money saved up and a movie sounds good to me." Sam shrugged and Dean took that as a yes. He pulled into the parking lot of Bob's Best Grocery Shop and noticed it was unusually packed. It was a relatively small store, bigger than a gas station but had the bare minimum of items. Just your average mom and pop kind of store. There were about four or five cashiers and three bag boys who were in the front while Dean noticed a small Deli section in the back with a lone chef.

"Wow, this is crappy." Dean said and noticing the Pay with Cash only sign. They walked through the aisles and grabbed some noodles and sauce. He looked over and saw Sam fidgeting. "What's up with you?"

"I don't see a restroom." Sam said glancing down the aisle for a sign.

"Oh, it was up near the front entrance. Hurry up Samantha before you have an accident." Dean laughed and Sam headed for the front. He sighed watching his younger brother walk off and felt a pang of worry. He almost ran after his brother to go with him but knew that if he did, his brother would get mad at him for hovering.

Dean continued to walk down the candy aisle and couldn't help but grab a bag of peanut M&M's. "I'm sure Sammy won't notice." Dean chuckled to himself as he continued down the aisle. A sudden pop! Pop! sounded from the front of the store and Dean could hear screaming in the distance. "That sounded like a gun." Dean said to himself and ran towards the frantic screams. Dean had originally thought the store was small but as he made his way to the front, it felt like the longest run in his life. He ran past a woman carrying her baby and two carts in the empty aisles. He rounded the corner to see the front of the store and his heart nearly stopped. Two gunmen were waving around guns and had taken hostages. One was a girl about eight and the other was a kid in a grey sweatshirt. Sammy.

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