Disclaimer: don't own the storyline, don't have money, this is just a idea from my mind. But their still not mind….
Samuel Winchester looked down the long road, it was cold outside and he had the ever boring duty to guard the Impala. He hated doing that, but his older brother thought that it would be better if he did that, considering that Sam didn't like to hunt. Which their father had agreed to; so in the end, after Sam had fought with his father and brother to try and stay in the hotel and do his homework, and losing, here he was watching the car.
"Damn-it," he growled, why didn't his brother see that he didn't want to hunt. Ever since Sam could understand what his father was doing, Sam wanted to have a normal life. But every time he tried to be remotely normal, his father would just screw that up, it was like his father just wanted to ruin it. Thus Sam fight with his father, Dean, his older brother by four years, was on their father's side. This hunt Sam, Dean had always been on his side of these things, when they were younger Dean had wanted Sam to grow up normal. But now that Dean seemed to be gone, disappearing from Sam's fight to be normal.
You know that your father and brother are helping people, think of all the people that would be dead now if they weren't doing what they are. The whisper inside his head told him.
"Yeah I know that, but I want to have a normal life. I want to go to college. I want to-" Sam stopped looking over his shoulder, there was a sound. He should have known better than to better than to get distracted from 'protecting' the Impala.
Shh, don't let your fear show. Sam normally would have chuckled at that, but how could he now, there was something watching him. He knew it, he could feel the evil eyes on him, he hated that feeling.
"Dean?" he whispered hoping that it was just a joke from his brother. But Sam was the unluckiest of the Winchester clan, the thing that was watching him was not his brother, it wasn't his father. Little did the youngest Winchester know that this was something that was going to change his life forever.
Dean looked over his shoulder, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones, and normally when he had that feeling, it meant something was wrong with the youngest Winchester. He looked at their father, they had left Sam at the Impala telling him that he needed to stay there.
"Dad?" Dean whispered, John, their father, looked at his oldest son. There was no reason for him to have a question, he had researched this creature into the group, they knew how to kill it in their sleep.
"Shh," John growled, he didn't need this now.
Sam looked around; the whispering wind chanted long forgotten tunes as it swept past him. The metaphor came so easily to him that he almost forgot what he was doing. He didn't want to break the eye contact he had with the woods but he didn't want to look away. The twigs seemed to stop breaking now.
Don't let your guard down. The whisper made Sam jump, he hated it when that happened. Suddenly time seemed to stop, as a man stepped out of the woods .
"Little Sammy Winchester all alone with the big bad demon." Vaguely Sam thought of the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But he shoved that thought away like the voice, and raised his gun, it wouldn't keep the demon away very long, considering the shells in it was filled with rock salt instead of the pellets. But it would hunt like a bitch. Without another moment's hesitation Sam shot, the demon didn't react as the rock salt hit him square in the chest. Sam only got to squeeze off another shot before the demon was in front of him, gripping his arms in a too tight grip.
Sam looked at the demon's meat; the demon was inside of this poor man. Sam knew that the human was probably dead inside of his own body, Has to be a bad way to go. Dean's voice echoed off the walls of his head. But the skin over the demon was handsome, tall, taller than Sam, who was 5'9 and still growing. The man's face was pale, maybe from years of working inside and not out? Sam didn't know, and didn't have time to really look any closer as he tried to shove away from the man, and failing. The man's grip so tight and restricting that Sam thought that his dad wouldn't be able to break out of it.
"Time to sleep, my little riding hood." The demon said, placing a gentle hand on Sam's forehead. Sam had been shocked with the demon's reference to him, but was even more shock when the hand had been placed on his forehead. It didn't take long for whatever magic that had been set forth to work on Sam to take him under. Because Sam's world seemed to fade into the black abyss of sweet nothingness.
Dean felt something shift inside him, he knew something was wrong, and he had to get his father out of his hunt and back to the Impala. The two hadn't heard Sam's gun shots, but Dean could almost feel that Sam was in trouble, and their father was so focused on the hunt that he didn't. That was when Dean made up his mind.
"Dad, I'm going to check on Sam, something's wrong." He said, turning on heel and running. Leaving John with unanswered demands, and orders for him to return and continue the hunt.
Sammy. Dean's thoughts didn't shift from his brother, as he ran on a mission to protect his little brother. Sammy.