Warnings: Violence and hurt Dean / Angst Sam

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. All towns and other people are made up, any similarity to the living or dead are purely coincidental. Medical conditions are broad and not detailed.

Setting: Teenchesters- Dean 15- Sam 11

Chapter 1 Walk

Dean Winchester limped along the shoulder of the dirt road.
"Damn." He mumbled.
Dean was walking one of Bobby Singers dogs, Castor. He was limping for the very reason he was there walking Bobby's dog in the first place. A hunt he had been on with his dad and brother had gone wrong and both the Winchester boys had been injured. Of course it was meant to be an easy poltergeist exorcism but she had decided at the last minute both the boys needed flying lessons.

Dean had been thrown against a wall as he fired his salt gun and had hurt his left hip. He had been in a fair amount of pain until his eleven year old brother Sam had landed on a concrete sill splitting his head open and giving him a fair sized concussion. Deans pain was all but forgotten when he saw the blood running down his brothers face. He had immediately gone into heavy big brother mode and had Sam stitched up and with pain killers in him resting comfortably before they had even got back to the motel they were staying at. Their dad had been pleased with his repair work, at fifteen Dean could do straighter quicker stitches which caused almost no pain to the recipient. John was unhappy with the fact Sam had been hurt on one of his first hunts. Dean blamed himself for Sam's injury as he had been preoccupied keeping an eye on his brother because he felt it was too early for Sam to be joining them on a hunt. Dean had argued the point with their father but his father had overruled him with an order that Sam would have to get used to hunting sooner or later.

Now they were staying at Bobby's because Sam could not go to school with a huge great bruise and stitches on his head without drawing attention to them. It would give his concussion time to mend as well. Dean could tell Sam was still suffering by the way he was acting and Dean was in full mother hen mode waiting on his every need until Bobby and Sam, unfortunately for Dean, had both had enough and suggested rather strongly that he take a dog for a walk. It took quite a few of these strong suggestions before he finally gave Sam and Bobby some quiet time.

So here was Dean being pulled along by Bobby's dog trying to keep warm in his T shirt, over shirt and thin jacket as the late afternoon started to turn into early evening. The light dusting of show in the air made Dean wish they had been dumped at Bobby's at another time of year because he really didn't like trudging through the light snow in his worn-out boots. It was almost two weeks after Christmas, now that would have been a good time to get dumped at Bobby's because their dad had all but ignored the holiday as he normally did and Dean was left to make a miserable Sam happy with limited options. Or summer so they could swim in the lake and lay around outside, just about anything would be preferred to this. Dean frowned and kicked at the ground as he walked.

Dean had been walking for forty five minutes when he reached a trail that cut into a large hill and wound back in the general direction of Bobby's place. Dean had been here before, walking one of Bobby's dogs, when he had stayed at Bobby's when ether he or his dad had been injured. The trail ran along an old train line that had been pulled up thirty years ago and made into a pleasant walk for people and bicyclists. When Dean reached the track he turned right knowing going to the left he would eventually end up in a state forest that had a nasty reputation for people getting lost and never being found. The track that Dean was walking on went for about a mile and a half through a hill so that the track itself was in kind of a man made valley with banks on either side of about sixty feet high and very steep giving it an eerie feeling. It made the path quite dark with no natural light getting through the hills, and the track itself was quite narrow only fifteen feet across and the path itself being thin dirt and gravel worn into a track

Dean let Castor off the lead for a bit as there was no one around and the dog was well behaved even for him. The light snow on the ground made a soft crunching sound under his boots as he walked along enjoying the walk for the first time. He didn't like leaving Sam alone, the kid had a knack for getting in trouble, but Bobby was with him so he should be okay. Dean had only walked for a few minutes when he heard what he thought was motorbikes behind him. The track was specifically designed for walkers and bicyclists only; it said that on the numerous signs along the track as well as how much the fines were for not obeying. So Dean guessed the bikes were probably on the service road behind the hill, but he decided to keep and eye on Castor just the same.

Not a minute later Dean was glad he kept an eye on the dog as headlights swept around the bend toward him, so he quickly put the dog back on the lead. The bikes swept past loudly as Dean held the dog off the path as far away from the bikes as he could get which was difficult with the track being so narrow. Dean thought the riders would probably be kids out seeing how bad ass they could be by disobeying the law but was surprised to see they were bigger than kids late teenagers early twenty's by their size and stance. None of the riders were wearing helmets by the look of it. Dean only got a glimpse as the three bikes went around the bend and out of sight.

Dean kept Castor on the lead just in case they came back or others came along, he didn't want to injure Bobby's dog. Bobby treated his dogs as well as he treated people. Dean knew the dog was there for his protection as well but he still didn't want to let Bobby down. As he walked along Dean registered that the bikes had stopped up ahead and he heard raised voices as they yelled to each other to be heard above the bikes engines. After a minute or so the bikes could be heard moving off going through the gears again, getting back to speed fast. As Dean came to the steepest section of the track the noise of the bikes increased quickly and they speed back around the corner straight at Dean.

Dean quickly moved so that he was against the dirt of the steep hill away from the track getting himself between the riders and the dog but the riders adjusted and still came at him. The first rider rode fast toward Dean and stood on his foot pegs. At the last second and raised an elbow high before ramming it at Dean as he rode by using his height to follow Dean as he attempted to duck the blow. He put his arms up in front of his face but the elbow got through and meet the side of Deans head but he had pulled himself slightly out of the way at the last second and it glanced off his temple but still had him seeing stars. The second bike was right behind the first and the rider had lifted a booted foot off the pedal and kicked Dean hard in the side which winded him and he went down on his knees. He heard yelling as he tried to push up from the ground and the third rider had swung in and took advantage of Dean still being crouched, bringing his boot up and crunching into the side of Dean's skull. Dean saw white light flash through his head as he struggled to stay conscious. He felt blood in his mouth and fought to keep thinking as he fumbled Castors lead and unhitched it from the chain and pushed the dog up the slope trying to get the dog away from the motorbikes. It took a couple of shoves before the dog got what Dean was trying to get him to do. Dean yelled with what breath he had at the dog to go home. He seemed to get the idea and took off scrambling up the steep slope. Dean knew he would have not have much luck getting up the slope but he hoped the dog would get away.

Dean dropped the dogs lead with shaking hands as he felt blood gush from his nose, wetting his face. Dean scrambled to his feet as the first rider returned and used his boot to smash Dean back into the steep wall as he rode by, winding him again and making his ribs feel sore and bruised. The second rider was back and aimed his foot at Dean's face but Dean managed to twist away at the last second and was hit in the neck instead forcing the breath out of him with a hard puff. Dean tried to brace himself for the third riders return but he realized too late that the rider was off his bike and was running at him with a tire iron. The iron was swung back above the mans head and swung toward Dean's head. He tried to duck the blow but it struck the side of his head and Dean's vision exploded in white light and his knees gave out heavily. He tried to clear his head by shaking it and his world swam. The man who was off his bike, bought the iron up again and smacked it across the back of Dean's head.

Dean didn't even get a chance to see stars he was out in an instant.

TBC