Well hello fellow Supernatural fans.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural... I just like to create fantasy worlds that the boy's can play in.

Summary: Sam and Dean becoming unwilling participants in a derranged mans attempt at bringing something corrupt and evil back from the depths of hell and now Dean has to find a way to keep Sam from becoming the sacrificial lamb.

Warnings: There is a fair amount of violence and cussing through the duration of this story.

Notes: I do like putting Sam in peril... so hope you don't mind.

Enjoy:

The Refugees

Teaser/backround:

"Are you okay Sammy?" Dean voiced hoarsely through the darkness of his blindfold. The older brother had to take quick, short, gasps to accommodate the burning in stomach.

There was a distant grunting sound that had Dean heaving in relief. But before Dean could tell his little brother how he was faring himself, he was grabbed strongly by the back of his neck and his head was jerked back.

"Would you really have me rip your little brother's throat out," the voice snarled sarcastically.

Dean bit back a bitter comment for fearing his brother would get another beating for his words and he chose wisely to state a simple, "No."

For once, Dean wished he'd listened to Sam and waited until the morning to leave the Impala and start searching for a goblin-like creature that had found its way to America from the English Isles. But as stubborn as he was he insisted that since they had made such great time getting there that they should just get started.

The younger brother knew that Dean's ideas weren't always safe and rational but Sam couldn't remember any other way Dean had ever done them anyway.

The two headstrong brothers had started out, each with a shotgun hoisted over their shoulders, a knife at their ankle, and a gun at their waists. Both Sam and Dean had been raised for this and both were too stubborn to give it a rest. At least not yet.

Dean believed himself to be the one man army, and Sam, well, he was the follower and the guilty party should he end up in the damsels position.

Tonight, they'd both been caught unaware, a hunters most fatal mistake. Amongst the dark foliage where they'd hidden when they believed they had located the Boggle was when they were taken by surprise.

Sam had been the first to be smashed in the back of the head. The hit hadn't knocked him unconscious and he had been able to shout out a warning for Dean to run. The younger brother knew it was hopeless to tell Dean to leave him. That was never going to happen, the bond between brothers would have kept Dean from fleeing without Sam, and he was right.

Dean had called his name urgently and had blown his own cover as he broke through the bush he'd been sitting in and searched for his brother with his flashlight. But it had been too late by then; Sam had been knocked around again until he'd closed his eyes. Dean following minutes later.

When Sam had come around he realized their location had changed and he'd found himself lying about twenty feet away from his unconscious brother who lay face down in the clearing. They were both bound expertly, and their chance for escaping was extinguished.

In the dimness of the stars above him, Sam had seen the dark outlines of men. There must have been three of them… men that were no strangers to showing brutality to prisoners.

Sam had been pushed to his knees where these men took turns hitting and kicking him until both his eyes were nearly swollen shut.

Dean had to have come around somewhere in the middle of his beating, because Sam could distantly remember cursing that would have sent their own fathers hands to his ears.

Unfortunately the beating had picked up after that. These men didn't seem to like their mothers being called the colorful names Dean had spat in the rage to get them to stop beating up on his little brother.

The men had found a sure way to get Dean to act submissively… by using Sam as their pawn.

TBC...