A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction that I have ever posted anywhere, and I hope you enjoy it. Sadly I don't own Sam or Dean, Or anything related to Supernatural, unless you count the poster above my bed.

Summary: What happens when John leaves Sam and Dean alone, and disaster strikes? Sam gets injured, and Dean is naturally protective, of his baby brother.

What happens when John goes missing on the hunt?

"I'm going to be gone until sunday of next week okay, if anything happens call Bobby, and he'll tell you what to do. REmember every night to put salt under all the doors and windows and keep the .40 under your pillow when you sleep. Got it?" John had said frantically, pulling a backpack over his shoulder. " and most importantly" He was cut off.

"Watch out for Sammy. I know, I'm not as dumb as I might seem you know." The eldest son dean had cut him off.

"I know you're not, just going over everything just incase, be safe." John exited through the stained motel door.

It was a thursday morning, which meant that sam had school, and Dean would be responsible for getting the kid up and ready. Which in the cases of a normal family would be a hard job to do, but in the winchesters case it was extremely easy. For some reason sammy loved school, and Dean simply couldn't wrap his mind around that.

Dean pivoted back, now facing the two grungy queen sized beds pressed decoratively up against the wall, in an effort to make the motel seem "classy". When in reality the motel was the worst, a place where you would be forced to spend the night if your car broke down on the highway.

Sam lay curled up on one of the grungy beds hugging his pillow. Dean walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

"sam, sammy" Dean poked at the sleeping child. It was almost a shame to wake him up, for it was unusual for sam to sleep so soundly, often plagued by nightmares through the night.

After a little bit of coaxing sam reluctantly got out of bed, and dragged himself to the cluttered table.

"And what would the princess like for breakfast?" Dean asked mockingly.

"Well considering we haven't been to a store in a week, and the only thing we have is Oj, I guess I have no choice." Sam got up and picked up a foggy cup and poured himself a large glass, and took a sip.

"Well dad left us a hundred so, we can go "shopping" tonight after you get home"

"I'm gonna go change, then we can go" Sam walked off into the bathroom, emerging in worn jeans, that were slightly too short for his tall lean frame, a tee shirt, and a plaid over shirt.

"Nice capris, they really show off your legs."

"Jerk." Sam smirked.

"Bitch." And with that they were off.

School was pretty uneventful, and at three Dean rolled up beside the school in the Impala to pick sammy up.

"You ready to do some shopping? Dean turned to sammy in the passenger seat.

"Yeah sure."

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"Hey Dean.?" sammy said pushing the cart.

"hm"

"what do we even need to buy."

"Well considering that the only means of cooking that the hotel has is a microwave, I'm thinking ready prepared meals. Canned soups and stuff, maybe a bag of salt."

After nearly an hour of shopping, the brothers had managed to spend around 30 of the 100 dollars, on ramen, frozen pizzas, canned soups, and a 10 pound bag of salt.

"Lets head back Dean, I have Homework, and I'm kinda hungry." Sam whined, as they were walking back to the car.

"Sure thing." Dean replied shoving groceries into the back seat of the impala.

Once they arrived back at the motel, sam helped dean unload the groceries and place them on the already crowded table.

"So what do you want? Ramen, soup, pizza, salt?" Dean asked playfully.

"Im just gonna microwave a can of soup."

"You do that, I'm gonna go shower, hollar if anything happens." Dean said already walking towards the bathroom.

"Dean, what's going to happen?"

"Nothing hopefully."

Dean closed the bathroom door, locked it and began to strip, off his unwashed greasy clothes, and threw them onto the floor.

Dean studied himself in the mirror. He had a body that would put most 17 year olds to shame. Except all the marks that covered much of his body. The most prominent being a scar that started under his ribs, and carried on to his hip.

This had come to be during a run in with ghouls who had, sliced him with a surgical knife, and tried to eat his intesti.. It was not a pleasant experience for anyone, and it took a hell of a story to keep the hospital from calling child protective services. Given Dean had only been 14 at the time.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dean turned on the water and stepped into the shower and felt the warm stream of water wash away a weeks worth of dirt, grime and grease. After five minutes or so, he stepped out, dried off and re-dressed into some pajama pants and a black metallica t-Shirt.

"DEAN!" Sammy yelled. And Dean rushed to the bathroom door thrusting it open, only to be faced with to what only could be described as a shear nightmare.

Sammy lay on the floor, blood seeping from his chest. No sign that anything had been there the only clue being a broken salt line. Whatever had done this wasn't human.

Dean sprinted towards sam as fast as his now shaky legs would carry him. Dean kneeled beside sam, cradling his head on his lap.

"Hey, sammy!" No response. "Sam!" Nothing. " Answer me dammit!"

Sam's eyes barely fluttered open before focusing on Dean's face.

"D'n?"

"Yeah, Sammy it's me, i'm gonna get you to a hospital, k?"

Dean scooped the younger boy into his arms and carried him to the impala setting him into the passenger's seat. Dean pressed the gas and the car lurched forward.

"Sammy you doin' okay bud?" Dean asked panic in his voice.

"D'n hearts" Tears were now falling freely from sams face, and onto his bloody plaid shirt.

"I know sammy, thats why im gonna get you help, hang in there"

Sam just nodded before passing out, probably from blood loss. On the way to the hospital Dean had to come up with an explanation for this, the wounds that covered his baby brothers chest most resembled stab wounds. He and sammy had been walking home from getting a pizza slice, when they decided to take a shortcut through the alley, where they were jumped by a man whose face was covered by a mask. Before sam and dean could run the man had already stabbed sam, and Dean had, had to kick the man where the sun don't shine before escaping with his brother.

As soon as they arrived through the ER doors nurses had ripped Sams limp body from Deans hands, placing him onto a stretcher and taking him behind closed doors.

Dean sobbed openly as nurses asked questions, Dean just recited the story he had come up with in the car, After the questions Dean was told to go to the waiting room, where they would talk to him more momentarily.

Dean took out his cell phone to call Bobby, and walked to the bathroom for more privacy.

"Bobby?" Dean's voice was extremely shaky.

"Dean? Whats the matter boy"

"Its Sam, he's hurt real bad, you gotta get down here."

Bobby dropped everything, and started towards the hospital dean had given him directions to. What Bobby didn't tell Dean was that he had some bad news to deliver himself.