Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

A special thanks to AlElizabeth for beta'ing my story.

A/N: This is my first story that I am rating M. The reason being is because of the violent nature of this story. It will be nothing graphic but, it will be a little more violent than I usually write. Don't worry I will still be working on "Family minus One."

Summary: Sometimes things just need to go back to the basics.

Wrong Time Wrong Place

Chapter 1: Meeting Terror

"Dean," Sam sighed. "You don't have to keep doing this."

"DOING WHAT?" Dean yelled.

Dean was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"I know you want to keep it around," Sam turned and faced his brother. "But you did what we wanted done. It's over. Please."

"Sam, we still have Crowley to deal with. I'm not putting it up."

"Dean," Sam pleaded.

For a moment neither brother spoke. Dean stared at the road and Sam at his sibling. After a while of silence came a hushed word.

"Fine."

Sam let out the breath he was holding. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Thanks, Dean."

"Yeah, whatever." Dean grumbled. "What am I going to do, if you keep up that charade?"

"What are you talking about?" Sam was almost shocked by Dean's question.

"Oh please," Dean's face started to look calmer. "You've been doing that since you were able to open your eyes."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, starting to get offended.

"That look."

"What look?" Sam asked. "What look are you talking about?"

Dean glanced over at his brother. There was a look of bewilderment in Sam's eyes now.

"You really don't know," Dean smiled. Sam shook his head. "For as long as I could remember, you were like that. If you wanted to get your way, you would look at someone and stare with those hazel puppy eyes until you got what you wanted."

"I don't do that," Sam huffed out turning away from Dean so that he was sitting facing ahead.

"Oh, yes, you do." A small chuckle left Dean. "The only reason I gave in so soon is I didn't want you passing out on me."

"Wha... passing out...Dean what are you talking about?"

Dean silently laughed at his baby brother, shaking his head. God bless you, Sammy. You're actually just as adorable as you were when you were little, Dean thought. Oh how he loved to get Sam so worked up that he couldn't talk.

"Yes," Dean said trying not to laugh. "Passing out. Don't tell me that you didn't think I could tell."

"Dean."

"When you were just looking at me," Dean glanced at his brother. "You weren't breathing. You've been doing that forever."

Dean could see his brother's face starting to turn red. He couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight. But he had to continue to pick at his brother.

"There was one time you almost didn't get your way and you did."

"I did what?" Sam's voice was getting agitated, but he was actually liking the banter. "I did not."

"You were in the car. And Dad, he said it was something that you wanted. Well anyway, you asked him and it took forever for Dad to answer you. I was sitting in the front like always."

"I don't remember that," Sam huffed out cutting Dean off.

"Yes you do," Dean said. "We were pulling into a gas station and when I got out of the car..."

"Dean," Sam almost whined out.

"What, at first you scared the crap out of me. You slumped to the side like a sack of potatoes. Dad didn't see you because he was already in the store. When I got to you, you just look like you were just sleeping. I shook you. You woke up and the first thing you asked was if Dad had said no."

"It wasn't that bad. And I didn't pass out."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean drove the car off the highway at a turnoff heading for a restaurant. "But you do know that when you hold your breath, that you do when you're nervous about the answer you're going to get, no air is getting in."

"Okay," Sam conceded. "So maybe I do that. So what?"

"You do know there are other ways to anticipate an answer other than suffocating your self."

For a moment, neither brother spoke again. But this time there was a different air about the car. It wasn't as tense as before. Sam glanced at his brother and then back out of the window.

"So," Sam said after a few minutes. "How did you know that I was not breathing?"

"You're kidding, right?" Dean relpied, looking over at his brother.

"How could you tell?"

Dean looked at his brother again then back at the road.

"Because I could hear it. It was too quiet in here."

Dean saw a restaurant and turned the car in the parking lot and parked. Sam looked out and noticed they were at a Bigerson's.

"What are we doing here?" Sam asked getting out of the car. They were supposed to be going back to the bunker, not getting food.

"I'm hungry," Dean said, closing his door.

Dean walked in the restaurant with Sam's in tow. Dean mused some more of how Sam would still use tricks of the past to get what he wanted.

The brothers walked into the restaurant and walked up to the hostess.

The hostess looked like a sweet girl. Her hair put back in a bun with a pencil, looking like she had had a hard day, but still had a gentle smile on her face when greeting the two men that walked into the restaurant.

"How many?" she asked.

"One adult and one child," Dean quipped pointing at his brother towards the end.

She couldn't help but to smile at them.

"Dean," Sam whined out. "Sorry about that." He smile apologetic to the hostess. "Two please."

The lady chuckled at them and said, "This way."

Dean looked back at his brother and grinned at him. Sam walked behind him, but not after slapping his shoulder before they sat down.

"Hey," Dean smiled. "What's with the hostility?"

"You're a jerk, you know that?"

This time both laughed. The hostess put the menus in front of the men and regaled them of who their waitress would be and that she would be there momentarily. She walked off with the smile still on her face.

Both brothers looked at their respective menus when a woman came to a standstill by the table.

"My name is Jamie," She said putting napkins and silverware next to each of them. "What can I get you boys to drink?"

"Two coffees, please," Sam said.

"Okay," Jamie said. "I'll be right back."

Both knew pretty much what they were going to order. After a few minutes, Jamie came back with the drinks and then took both men order. She retrieved their menus and walked to the back. The brothers sat in comfortable silence while they waited for their food to come.

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In the parking lot, a couple sat side by side in their car. They looked like the picture of love. It seemed like they couldn't get enough of each other. If someone passed by the car, they would wonder if the couple was even breathing they were attached at the lips for so long. Any longer between the kissing and groping between the two and one would suspect that the clothes would soon be coming off.

"I love you so much, Jason," she gasped out between their kissing.

He started kissing down her neck. Her arms wrapped around his head. The only answer that she received was more snogging and his grunting between it.

After a few more minutes of this, she began to pull away.

"What?" Jason sounded a little hurt. "Theresa, what's wrong?"

"Oh baby," she soothed out. "There is nothing wrong, but if we are going to do this we need to go."

Jason turned back to the proper way in the seat, a look of hurt and rejection on his face. Theresa looked at him and knew he was hurting so she decided to try and soften the blow. She reached over and carded her fingers in his hair.

"I promise baby," she said. "Work first. Play later." With the one hand in his hair, she slid down the other hand to his thigh and squeezed a little.

Jason bucked at the advance and wanted her to come closer to him. She felt that and knew what he wanted. Theresa let go of his thigh.

"Later," she cooed and with that, Theresa got out of the car. Jason followed right behind her.

He walked over to her and put his arm around her waist and brought her closer towards him. He kissed her on the neck and together they walked into the restaurant.

They glanced at all the patrons eating in the Bigerson's. It wasn't that busy. The workers would call this night a slow shift. Theresa noted that it had to be about ten tables that had people at them. A couple of families were there. She smirked at this and knew that this night was going to be so much fun. She looked over at her boyfriend. He looked back at her and smiled. They reached back to the small of their backs and walked up to the hostess.

"Welcome to Bigerson's," She smiled sweetly at them. "How many in your party?"

Theresa walked up to her and pulled out the .357 Magnum gun and pointed to her face, smiling at the girl as the color left the hostess' face.

"Two," Theresa said and pulled the trigger.

Instantly, everyone in the restaurant became aware of what was happening. Sam ducked his head at the sound of the gunshot and turned towards the noise. He was utterly gobsmacked looking at the lifeless body of the sweet hostess that walked them to their table not twenty minutes earlier. There were screams and shouts. A couple people dived onto the floor. Jason walked into the dining area and shot off his gun in the air.

"Evening, ladies and gentlemen," Jason yelled out. "Tonight we are going to have some fun!"

Sam looked at the woman and man that began to reign terror then turned and looked over to the back of the restaurant.

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Sam and Dean were sitting at the table eating their dinner. Dean had finished before Sam. Seeing that Sam had his attention more to the Internet on his phone than his dinner.

"I'm going to the restroom," Dean said pushing his plate back. Sam nodded but didn't otherwise look at his brother.

Dean walked into the restroom and did his business. When he came out of the stall, he walked over to the sink and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought back on the night. A small smile graced his face. Abbadon was dead. The bitch that had killed their grandfather was finally no more.

Dean was brought out of his musing when he heard a gunshot. Only one thought passed his mind: Sammy.

Dean crept out of the restroom when a second gunshot rang out. Luckily, it was off in the corner that couldn't be seen from the front of the restaurant. Dean walked slowly to the edge of the corner. He peaked around it and what he saw got his blood boiling. There was a man standing next to Sam with a gun in his face. Dean reached inside his coat pocket and could feel two things that made him smirk. The First Blade and his gun. With his hand on his gun, Dean walked out of the back.

"Sammy," Dean said.

Sam turned a little in the chair and saw Dean walking towards him.

"Dean! Stop!" Sam yelled.

Jason poked the gun at Sam's head. That stopped Dean instantly.

"Let me see your hands," Jason yelled at Dean.

Dean looked at the man. Rage was sweeping through Dean. He looked around and saw all the frightened faces and saw behind the man was a woman with a gun in her hand as well. But Dean's main priority was still sitting down with a gun to his head.

"Take the gun off of him," Dean said slowly removing his hand from his coat.

"What's he to you?" Jason smirked. "Is he your lover?"

If he thought that Dean couldn't look any angrier Jason was sorely mistaken. He could almost feel Dean's hatred from where he was standing.

"Dean, don't," Sam said quietly.

Dean looked at his brother and then back at the man that had his gun on his brother. Dean knew Sam was scared. Dean wanted the gun off of his brother.

"Is everything alright over there?" Theresa yelled out.

"Oh yeah, Sweetie!" Jason called back. "Just a lover's quarrel."

"Oh I love those," Theresa said walking over towards them.

She passed Jason and walked over to Dean. Dean looked at her and then back at Sam. Theresa walked up to Dean. He looked at her with pure disdain. She walked around him with her hand on Dean's chest trailing behind over his shoulder, across his back, then around back again to his chest.

"Checking out the merchandise?" Jason called out.

"Well, it isn't bad to shop around," Theresa said back looking into Dean's face. "He is gorgeous."

In that instant, Dean reached up and grabbed her neck. Theresa gasped in shock and tried to pry his hand from around her neck with the hand not holding her gun.

"Let her go!" Jason yelled. He reached out and gripped Sam's jacket and hit him on the side of the head with the barrel of his gun.

The grunt of Sam getting hit brought Dean back and put his attention on his brother once again. He saw Sam holding his head from where he was hit. He then looked back at the woman he was choking.

"Let her go!"

Dean acquiesced. He removed his hand from the bitch's neck. She gasped and coughed. Once she got her bearings again she turned to her lover.

"Stand him up," She yelled.

Jason still gripping Sam's jacket, yanked him up so that the hunter was standing in front of him. Dazed from the hit on the side of his temple, Sam wavered a bit before straighten up. Theresa walked over to Sam.

"What's your name?" she asked.

Sam said nothing. He glanced at his brother and then back at the woman. Theresa got closer to Sam and looked up at him.

"Don't want to talk? Okay," she nodded. She pulled the trigger.

Both brothers jumped from the sound of the gunshot. Fear and pain blossomed on Sam's face. Dean was dumbstruck for a second. He couldn't believe what just happened. The brothers looked at each other for a second before Sam collapsed on the floor.

Theresa turned towards Dean just in time to see him coming towards them. She pointed her gun at Dean. He stopped in his tracks at the gun pointed at him.

"This is your fault." She went to Jason's side and they walked off.

Dean went to his brother who was on the floor clutching his stomach. Sitting on the floor, Dean pulled his baby brother towards his chest. He tried to look at the wound.

"Come on Sammy," Dean wheedled. "I need to see."

"D'n," Sam grunted out. "D'n...h'rt."

"I know baby brother." Dean pulled a tablecloth off another table and pressed it against Sam's stomach. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Sam. Jamie crawled over to the brothers.

"Stay with me, Sammy."

TBC

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