A/N: Two shot story of our favourite boys when they were younger! Sam (14) and Dean (18). I know they didn't know vampires existed until season one so kinda going off it a bit but not massively...I mean it could have happened...if vampires existed!

Disclaimer: Not mine, bloody wish they were!

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Part one

Their dad had been gone for over two weeks hunting a nest of vampires a few towns over. Time was going slow, both Sam and Dean getting annoyed with only themselves for company. Sam would go to school, come home, do his homework, eat food and bitch at Dean about their dad. Dean had just about had it and when Sam had done his routine moan about dad not caring about anything than the hunt in front of him Dean had snapped saying things he probably shouldn't have. He didn't mean them, Sam wasn't selfish and childish, in fact he was the complete opposite. He was grown up far more than most fourteen year olds his age but Dean was pissed off. Slamming the door he left Sam alone to go seek out the local bar, he had learnt on the first night he could get served there. He would apologise to Sam in the morning, tonight he was going to sit there wallowing in self pity.

He was only there an hour, two at tops. Wandering into the motel he noticed the lights were off and Sam was already asleep in his bed. Shrugging he fell into his bed and soon fell into a drunken sleep.

It was gone midnight when Dean awoke to a noise outside. At first his groggy, drunk mind did not register it but when he heard what sounded like lock picking he jumped up. It didn't seem right and as quietly as he could he grabbed his gun that was under the pillow. With a quick look to his sleeping sibling Dean stood up moving silently towards the door. However, he did not make it before it swung open and three large men entered all wearing the same bloodlust expression.

Protect Sammy! The voice shouting at him Dean aimed his gun and fired. Like his dad always said, shoot first ask questions later. He shot one of them in the heart and starred expectantly for him to fall to the floor dead. It did not however and kept approaching on him. Starring wide eyed Dean froze unsure what to do now before jumping into a fighting stance preparing himself to fight.

Hearing the noise from the gunshot Sam was at his brothers side in an instance holding a knife he kept near his bed. The two stood back to back as their attackers approached. The man Dean had shot advanced on him forcing Dean to throw a punch desperately trying to slow him down although unsure how. Protect Sammy! Within a second the man had Dean around the throat leaving him gagging for air and completely vulnerable to whatever that man wanted to do.

Pulling him harshly he turned to the younger boy who was putting up a good fight with the other two men. Dean was proud, he had taught him well. He could have won that fight, or at the very least leave alive which was more than Dean could say right now, but hey alcohol was pumping through his system!

"Stop." Sam spun, quickly grabbing Dean's gun and aiming at the man holding Dean captive. "You pull that trigger boy and I'll kill him." To emphasise his point he pulled at Dean's throat completely cutting off his air for thirty seconds. "Drop the gun."

Sam froze, calculating every possible option. There was none. He starred at Dean for a moment, the message there clear. Don't you dare surrender. You get the hell outa here even if I don't you understand me? Sam half smiled back he understood him perfectly but he wasn't that smart. Putting his hands up in a way of surrender he placed the gun and knife on the floor slowly and tensed as the two men jumped on him forcing him to the ground. He felt his arms being pulled roughly behind him and tied painfully tightly. His eyes searching desperately for his brother, they caught eyes for a second before a gag was placed in his mouth stopping any speech. Just before the bag was placed over his head he saw the second set of teeth extend. Vampires! They were so fucked! And then all he saw then was darkness.

Harshly being pulled to his feet he allowed the men to pull him out of the room now completely in their control. The cold air hit him quickly but it wasn't long until he was pushed into what he thought was a van. Inside he was tied to something again limiting his movements even more. A body was pushed next to him and with the warmth of it he knew it was Dean. He must have known too and silently moved closer feeling the warmth of his little brother. It was something that they would never mention, a quiet way of saying you're not alone, I'll look out for you.

They drove for no more than half an hour, they were off the main road Dean knew that due to the twists and turns and the little noise that he could hear. How the hell could I have allowed this to happen? It made him angry. He had failed in his number one goal, he had failed to protect his brother.

The van came to a stop and hearing Sam inhale sharply Dean cringed in sympathy wanting to comfort his sibling in any way he can. He couldn't even speak with the gag in his mouth. Damn it!

Rough hands grabbed him and pulled him impatiently from the van, with the bag still over his head he had to rely on his captures to guide him. He was placed on a chair and felt ropes bound him to it before finally the hood and gag was taken off and he was able to see where they were. He looked around determined to find his brother and relaxed slightly seeing him tied to a chair about ten meters away. Watching as the hood was placed off his brother he saw the trickle of blood from his nose and tensed against his bonds. How dare they touch his brother!

Dean caught Sam's eye and forced a reassuring smile before turning to the group gathering around them.

"Don't stare too much your eyes might pop out of your head!" Dean remarked.

The one he shot-the leader?- smirked as he walked forward and punched the boy in the face grinning as he grimaced. "Watch your mouth boy." He watched as he frowned.

"So what?" Dean continued ignoring the throbbing and trickle of blood, "You come grab us in the middle of the night, tie us up and then remark on what I say?"

He waited expecting another hint but it didn't come, the man just raised his eyebrows, his arms folded in front of him. Finally deciding on something the man walked over to Sam who until now had sat quietly trying to keep his emotions in check. Testing a theory the man lifted his hand pulling Sam's hair making his neck exposed. Sam gasped from fear or pain of his hair being pulled the vampire did not care.

"Let go of him you son of a bitch." Dean growled, "You touch him and I swear to God-"

"You'll what?" The vampire had let go of Sam and turned back to the cocky boy, "What exactly will you do." He starred as Dean who starred with dagger eyes back at him. He had found this man's biggest weakness-his little brother. Ooh this is going to be fun! "Nothing! You will do nothing!" The man laughed before turning his back on the man and in one fluid motion took hold of Sam exposing his neck and sinking his teeth into his neck. The younger boy screamed and the vampire did nothing to stop him allowing his screams to reach his older brother.

All too soon he moved away, feeling somewhat small and turned to the other brother and grinned. "Here's how it's going to be. Your daddy killed my kids and so I'm gonna kill his. I'm going to drain yours and his blood and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Kill me fine, but let Sam go." Dean bargained, he was desperate now.

"No." Sam exclaimed and Dean turned to him his eyes evaluating how badly the vampire had hurt him. The wound at his neck was still bleeding, but rarely, and Dean could tell that the vampire hadn't taken too much blood.

"No indeed." The vampire stated, "Your protectiveness of your brother makes this game all so much fun. You will watch him die before you do." He grinned again and turned on his heels walked out of the small room with the group following him turning the lights off as they went leaving them in darkness.

"Sammy?" Dean asked just making out the silhouette of his brother slumped against his chair.

"I'm okay Dean." He whispered back.

Feeling the need to reassure him Dean continued, "Dad will come and get us. Just you watch we'll be out of here within a day-two at the most." Sam remained silent, "Sam?"

"Yeah I heard you." His voice was weak. From pain or fear?

"Well answer me dude, it's the only way I know you're okay." Dean was panicking, he didn't know if their dad was coming. Their dad was miles away, he wouldn't even know they were gone. How the hell was he going to get them out of here?

"Are you okay?" Sam asked after a while of silence.

"Yeah Sammy, I'm good." Dean lied, he was far from 'good.'

What the hell were they going to do?!

TBC...

A/N: What you guys think? More coming soon with lots of hurt Sam and hurt Dean!

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