Authors notes: This is my first Supernatural story, I have been really enjoying the series and I am currently on the 9th episode of season 5. This was a story that I was looking for found a couple but decided to write one, hopefully this becomes an ongoing series.

Sam walked down the busy City Streets Jess on his right with Mark on Jess's other side and Zach on Sam's left. They had been to see the new romance comedy movie, Jess was busy explaining part on the movie to Mark and Zach but Sam was someplace else in his thoughts.

Moving away from Dean and Dad had been hard. Leaving the hunting life behind had been hard. But it had gradually gotten easier, he still kept a gun under his mattress and he always kept a knife in the inside of the coat. Just because he didn't want to hunt anymore didn't mean the hunting life would leave him. So far none of his friends had been suspicious of any of his acts.

Sam was interrupted by his thought as Jess called out to him "Hey Sam how did you think of the movie?" she looked up at him.

Sam didn't really like the movie it was some desperate love story that would only happen in a Hollywood movie. It made Sam jealous of the perfect lives the characters had. But Sam lied through his teeth "it was really good, the actors were great it was just really believable" Jess beamed at him and the continued walking turning into the alley way that lead where their car was parked.

Sam felt the presence before he saw them. The 3 dark figures walking straight towards the 4 of them. He felt Jess tense up by his side, "Give us your wallets!" the tallest one yelled at them. Sam felt the 3 behind him start looking through their pockets.

"No." Sam said simply. Half of him wanted to obey the unknown figures but the hunter in him told him to stand him ground, don't let them win.

"Sam" he heard Mark say behind him "Just give him the wallet, we don't want any trouble man" Marks voice was strong but Sam could hear the fear behind it.

"Sam?" one of the men said. He turned to one of him friends "tall, scruffy hair and bold" he looked Sam right in the eyes smiling in a way that made Sam change his stance "Boys I think we found ourselves little Sammy Winchester"

"Don't call me that" Sam said immediately only Dean could call him that.

"Sam?" Zach said behind him "what is he talking about?"

"Stay behind me" Sam said coldly he used a voice that he doesn't think his friends had ever heard him use. his hunter voice. Sam felt his friends tense behind him at the hard tone.

"Ohhhh, I think we are in luck boys" one of the men jeered "What are the odds we find the runaway Winchester" his friends laughed "I mean old John really does owe me, he killed my family. So why not do the same to his dearest Sammy"

"I told you not to call me that" Sam said simply "why don't we just move on now and you won't get hurt alright?" Sam said trying to keep the situation calm as he moved his hand inside his pocket where he held his knife.

"See the thing is Sam" The man said walking towards Sam "I want to start a fight. I want to get revenge on dear old John Winchester" He turned looking at one of him friends "I mean it really is a privilege to meet one of the Winchester boys, I feel like I'm in the presence of a celebrity!"

"What the hell man" Mark yelled from behind him "We will give you our stuff just leave us alone"

"Shut up" one of the men yelled as he pulled a gun out. Sam knew his time to act was now or never….

So he pulled his knife out and lunged. He heard Jess scream behind him "Sam!" was yelled in unison by Mark and Zach, Sam smiled as he heard one of the men yell out "crap he has a knife" followed by "and we have a gun"

One of the men started running towards his friends so he took him first. Dodging a punch with ease he landed one to the face of his attacker. Slicing through part of the man's upper arm. The man dropped to the ground with a loud cry of pain. Sam bent down to inspect the cut on the man's arm.

That's when he felt the arm wrap around his neck. Spluttering for breath he felt the nose of the gun on his temple, he heard Jess cry out. "Give us the wallets or little Sammy here gets his brains blown out" Mark and Zach once again reached into their pocket. And started walking towards the man.

So Sam once again took his chance, ramming his elbow into the chest of his attacker he maneuvered around and twisted the man's arm until he let go of the gun, grabbing the gun he turned the tables and suddenly it was 'little Sammy Winchester' with the upper hand.

Pointing the gun at his three attackers he held it with confidence and precision. He faintly heard his friends trying to tell his something behind him but his well-trained brain blocked it out and focused on the people in front of him. He didn't want to shoot but he knew at this moment in time shooting could mean if someone got injured or not.

"Oh Sam you wouldn't shoot would you, I mean we are your friends" one of the men laughed. Sam became annoyed as they kept laughed and soon he was firing a shot right next to the head of the leader, purposely missing by centimeters.

"Next time that goes through your skull" Sam's cold voice echoed through the alleyway. Sam hoped that the hard cold voice would scare off his attackers but he doubted it.

"ohhh, getting a little rusty there Sammy, a couple years ago you would have missed by millimeters." The smart smirk annoyed Sam.

He scrunched his face up "I've told you not to call me Sammy"

"Wow look at that big boy," the man walked towards Sam unfazed by the gun in his hands "I bet you if your friends behind you weren't here…..and if we threw Dean into the mix. I think Sam here would shoot us all without hesitation" The man looked Sam in the eye rising and eyebrow daring him to speak.

"I left for a reason." he responded simply "I wasn't like them, now leave or someone will be shot"

"Sam, what are you talking about, this is crazy" Jess scared voice whispered

"Now now Sam, see I don't think you will shoot. But I do want to know something, why did you leave. Your daddy made it pretty clear that he didn't want you at Stanford. I think if I'm correct his words were 'if you walk out that door don't think about coming back"

He heard Jess gasp behind him and a soft "saammm" come from her mouth

"SHUT UP" he yelled and he fired a shot straight into the shoulder of the leader. Jess screamed as her boyfriend shot the attacker. Mark and Zach ran forward to get Sam away but he quickly shrugged them off.

One of the men went to the aid of his friend while the other one ran towards Sam and the two quickly engrossed into another fight, dodging a punch Sam moved gracefully with trained precision. Jess and the two boys watched in fear and awe as Sam moved in perfectly practiced maneuverers. It made the small group wonder what had really happened in Sam's past. Sam jumped and turned kicking and punching his attacker, having punches blown into his face and abdomen he shrugged them off and kept fighting against the pain.

Sam didn't think twice when he felt a hot sharp pain in his side. He gasped when the pain made black spots appear in his vision. But he blinked them away and cursed as he noticed the knife embedded in his abdomen.

Jess was hysterical screaming as tears ran down her face. Mark was trying to calm her down as Zach tried to help Sam. But Sam was still fighting hard and keeping up in his fight against the unknown figure. He gritted back the pain as he continued to maneuver complex moves with a knife embedded in his side and blood soaking through is shirt. Finally gaining the upper hand he pushed his opponent against the ground pushing his forearm against his throat. The man tried hard to push Sam off, but Sam had the upper hand plus a major difference in height and weight made it significantly easier for the young Winchester. "S-st-op" the man gasped out as his face turned blue. Sam loosened his hold on the man but still kept him pinned down. The man was now able to breathe and talk "Joe, Joe man we should really get out of here this really wasn't a good idea."

"Yeah…. yeah" the man Joe agreed he looked over to Sam "Ok let his go and we will leave you alone, and you should probably get that checked out" he pointed to the knife still embedded in in Sam's side.

Sam pulled the man underneath up to his feet and pushed him over to the other two men. The men the pulled up their shot friend who was unconscious and ran out of the alleyway, a few seconds later the tires of a car screeched and the 4 college students were left alone.

Sam collapsed heavily on the ground ripping the knife out from his side and bundling up a T-shirt pushing onto his wound, pulling his jacket closed over his wound he started walking up towards the car, completely forgetting about his friends that stood there in fear, shock and awe as their wounded friend looked for their car.

But Sam was confused, disorientated he wasn't looking for the bright blue Hyundai. But the Jet black 67' Impala. Soon enough he felt two strong sets of hands on his shoulders and he collapsed heavily in the strong arms. "D'n?"

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Sam collapsed heavily into Mark and Zach's arms, "D'n?" they heard him mumble

"No mate" Zach spoke "its Zach and Mark, we are going to take you to the hospital"

On the words 'hospital' Sam seemed to snap back into it. "No, not the hospital got to go back to the apartment" he panicked he knew how to stich and wound the last thing he needed right now was the hospital.

"Buddy, you have been stabbed. We need to get you to the hospital, there is way too much blood" Mark said his voice full of concern and fear.

"no no no. No hospital, got to go to apartment." Sam argued

"fine buddy we will go to the apartment" Mark sighed. He would go there spend 10 minutes and then drive to the hospital…..

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arriving at the apartment Sam stumbled straight to his room where he found the first aid kit quickly. He then stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He then walked over to the couch took a long gulp of the whiskey enjoying the burn he felt on his throat. Then pouring some over the wound. With a loud groan it grabbed the attention of his friends.

"Sam, what are you doing" Jess asked

"Got to clean it" Sam replied as he opened the first aid box and quickly grabbed a sewing needle and fishing line.

With a groan he pulled the first stich through, and ignored the gasp of his friends as he plunged the needle into his skin again, and again and again…

When he pulled the last stich through and pulled the knot he poured some more whiskey over the wound, pushed a towel on his arm and collapsed onto the couch with a loud sigh.

"Sam. What the hell was that?" all three of his friends asked in unison

"will talk tomorrow" was all he got out before he plunged into darkness

AYAYA that was fun to write hopefully I will write another chapter. And a certin older brother may join the story R&R.