So I'm back with a new weechester story. I simple can't get enough of them. And like all of my Supernatural stories this contains Dean whump with a side of John and Sam whump. So sit back and enjoy the ride ^^

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John was driving through Minnesota on his way to his good friend, Jim Murphy. Sam was lying sprawled on the backseat while Dean was sitting next to him. Dean had just turned twelve and John had bought him a Walkman with two tapes. Metallica and Zeppelin. Metallica wasn't John's first choice but the kid liked them so John thought what the heck. He, himself was listening to CCR. Not the kid's first choice but like he told his son before, driver picks the music. Dean was humming along with the songs, occasionally drifting off half asleep only to startle awake again. John shook his head. He tapped Dean's shoulder. Dean removed the headphones and looked at his father.

"Just go to sleep already, Dean." John said.

"I'm fine, dad. I'm not tired." Dean said as he sat up straighter. John sighed. He glanced at his watch. A little after ten p.m. For reasons unknown to John, the Impala always had this soothing effect on his sons. In the backseat Sam started to stir.

Sam yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Are we there yet?" He asked sleepily.

"No, we're in Moose Lake. Just a few more hours." John said.

"I need to go, dad." Sam said.

"We just passed a gas station. Think you can hold it up a little longer?" John asked. Sam shook his head.

"Fine, but you'll have to go in the woods." Sam gulped.

"I don't think it's very safe out there." Sam said.

"Are you scared, Sammy? Do you want daddy to hold your hand?" Dean teased Sam.

"Shut up, stupid head."

"Make me, dweeb."

"Enough boys." John said as he pulled off to the side of the road. He grabbed the flashlight and tossed it to Dean.

"What? Are you serious, dad? Why can't he go alone?" Dean grumbled. John gave him a look.

"Are you giving me lip, son?" Dean sighed.

"No sir. Come on, cry baby." Dean said. Sam looked at John.

"Go on Sam. Nothing's going to happen." John said. Sam looked very unassured by that but got out any way. John sighed. Sam was still in the dark about monsters and ghosts and both John and Dean wanted to keep it that way.

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Sam followed Dean.

"Hurry up and just take a piss already. It's friggin' cold here." Dean whined.

"I can't go." Sam said and Dean sighed. Bitchy little brothers.

"You needed to go in the car, so just go already." Dean said impatiently

"It's scary here, Dean." Sam said as he looked around.

"The sooner you take a leak, the sooner we can go back to the car." Dean said. He knew he had to distract his brother or they'd be here till morning.

"Hey, do you think Mrs. Reeves brought cookies? Her cookies are always so gooey and chewy." Dean could just picture himself biting in one of those cookies.

"I can have my own bed." Sam said.

"Hey, you're always hogging the blankets." Dean defended himself. He also knew that Sam would crawl into his bed eventually

"Yeah, and you always kick me."

"Only cause you're always tossing and turning." Sam felt a bit more at ease and moved behind a tree. Dean kept an eye on the tree line and his ear out for his brother. Just like his father taught him.

Sam finally released himself. Just as he wanted to turn around he could see a pair of red eyes watching him. His breath hitched and he gulped.

"Dean." Sam whispered. He could hear rustling as well. His breathing hitched and stood stock still.

Dean was humming a Metallica tune, willing his brother to hurry up. He was just about to call out for his brother when he heard Sam whisper his name.

"Sammy?" Dean moved to where his little brother was standing. "Sammy, what's wrong?" Sam stood there frozen by fear. Dean followed Sam's gaze and saw the red eyes. He gasped but slowly reached for his little brother. He had one hand on Sam and whispered quietly. "On three we're going to run back to the car." At first Dean thought Sam hadn't heard him and he slowly squeezed Sam's shoulder.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, on three. But what is it?" His little brother asked. Sam was completely mesmerized by the pair of eyes staring at him.

"Who cares, Sam. I don't think it's interested in making friends with us." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Okay, get ready. On three, we head back to the car. No looking back and no stopping." Sam nodded and Dean started counting. On three they started running. Dean was running behind Sam. Occasionally looking back to see if that thing was following them. They were almost at the tree lines when Sam's foot got caught by the root of tree. He went down hard and had the wind knocked out of him.

"Oomphf." Sam was just lying on his front. Dean had seen it happen and yelled at Sam to get up.

"Sammy get up, now." Dean said in his best attempt to channel their father.

"M-my a-ankle." Sam sobbed. Dean hauled his brother to his feet. "Ow." The movement made Sam's ankle throb even more.

"Almost there, Sammy." Dean could hear the rumble of the car's engine. Dean had his right arm around Sam's chest. He had put Sam's left arm around his neck. He was already carrying almost every of Sam's weight but he also knew that this was the best way. They were almost out of the woods when the creature pounced on them, knocking them both down. Dean landed on his right arm as he stretched it in an attempt to guide the landing. Sam landed on his arm as well and a loud snap was heard. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and locked his jaws in an attempt to keep from screaming out. The pain was so bad he nearly blacked out. It was Sam's sobbing that stopped it from happening.

"S-sam-my?" Dean stuttered.

"De, are y-you o-okay?" Dean could hear the worry in Sam's voice.

"Y-yeah. We-we have to get back to the car." Dean rasped out. Dean could hear the snarling and quickly scrambled to get up jarring his broken arm in the process. Yet he had no choice. He sat back, pulled Sam towards him and looked right into the face of a coyote. He looked around and saw a branch lying next to them. The animal looked ready to strike and Dean the only thing he could think off. He launched himself at the animal with the branch and yelled for Sam to get their father. Sam was crying and didn't think he could do it.

"Get dad, Sammy." It was the tone that made Sam get up. Dean sounded weird. Tired and that fueled Sam's fear and gave him an adrenaline boost. The last thing Sam saw was Dean fighting the animal with a branch.

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So let me know what you guys think of this. I'll try to at least once a week. If I'm able to I'll post sooner.

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