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*I know nothing of the law! I don't know if you can break the law here in the U.S and get away with it in Mexico, and I know nothing of San Diego (or California for that matter.) So my geography is crap. The only thing I do know is it takes about 26min to get from San Diego to Mexico, But this is just a fun story I'm doing. Thanks!*

Dean knew he had to stay a safe distance behind while not losing sight of his impala. He was a dam good hunter and tracker, but he certainly didn't want to test it when Sam was concerned.

The second he could he pulled out his cell phone and hit 'speed dial 2'. Sam was speed dial 1. He knew he could handle a run of the mill low life criminal that held up a convenience store, but he knew that since Sam was involved, that their dad had to know what was going on. John picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Dean where are you?"

"Dad listen something happened. While me and Sam were at the gas station it got held up and Sam was taken hostage. I'm sorry sir I was in the car, I tried to get him back but the guy had a gun on him. He took Sam in the impala and I'm trailing them now."

John sighed on the other end of the line.

"Either of you boys hurt?"

"No sir."

"Ok, tell me where you are headed and I'll try and cut them off somehow."

"Follow Highway 5, that's where I'm following them."

"Is this guy that has Sammy dangerous?"

Now Dean sighed. ANY thing or person that has his brother is considered a dangerous threat, and will certainly be treated as such.

"Honestly, I don't know. I think he's just a petty theft, but who knows what he's planning."

"Dean, the highway leads to the Mexican border. We can't let him take Sammy over the border."

Now Dean was more pissed than before. Whatever this guy was planning, he wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"Don't worry Dad. I'm not going to let them get that far."

Dean clenched his fists hard around the steering wheel in anger. This guy definitely messed with the wrong family.

~*SPN*~

Sam was nervous as hell driving down the road. This was not what he was expecting when he woke up this morning, but he probably should have since him and his family deal with dangers everyday of all different kinds. Sometimes even humans. At now he had a face to go with the gun when the guy took his mask off.

He hated that this guy had a gun pointed at him, and he hated that he just didn't take Dean's offer to take the car and leave him behind. Why didn't he just take the car? Dean would have killed him anyways, but it might have been a quick death. If there's one thing you don't do is touch the impala. Period, end of story. Speaking of which Sam was wondering what Dean was up to right now. If he knew his brother he was trailing them at a safe distance with a stolen car. In the meantime, try to get the guys plan and maybe use the information. As much as Sam didn't want to talk to this guy, he had to try.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked while trying to concentrate on driving. He was nervous as it was without having a freaking gun pointed at him and randomly jabbing him in the ribs with the barrel.

"We are going to Mexico. It's a little less than 30 minutes in this direction. That's where I plan to make my great escape."

"Ok so, what I drop you off at the border and we part ways? They can't touch you in Mexico for armed robbery and kidnapping of a minor. Plus the terrain is rocky, it would be hard to find you."

Sam just wanted to drop the guy off and leave. Later on him and Dean and their dad could track the guy down and bring him to justice, but for now he just wanted to get away from him.

"Kidnapping of a minor? How old are you?!"

"I'm uh, I'm sixteen…in a half."

"Do you even have a permit.?"

Sam gave an amused chuckle.

"No not yet."

The guy took a deep breath and sighed.

"Crap. I thought you were at least eighteen. Well I guess you will have to do."

"Do? Do for what?" Sam asked nervously.

The guy reached in his back pocket and fished out a pair of handcuffs.

"Keep your hands on the wheel."

In one motion he handcuffed Sam's right wrist to the steering wheel while still having the gun trained on him. Sam took a deep gulp. Yup this is so not good.

"You kid are my hostage and are going to get me passed the border. Which reminds me does your family have any money? I mean you own a sweet car like this at sixteen and a half your parents must have some money."

"No we don't have money. This is my big brother's car. Him and my dad are good mechanics, they can fix up almost any car to perfect condition."

Well now he was pissed. He kidnapped a poor 16 year old. Just great. But at least he had his bag of money in the backseat.

"Say who was that other kid back there? He didn't look old enough to be a cop, but he was sure acting like one."

Sam gave a small chuckle.

"That would be my big brother. I can tell you right now he's not happy. He loves this car." Not to mention he's a tad protective of me so there's that.

"He a cop?"

"Um uh, yeah. Yeah he is. I bet he has the whole force looking for me right now."

Maybe the guy would get scared and just want to let him go knowing a ton of cops were after him.

"I thought you said your brother was a mechanic."

Crap.

"He's both."

There was a beat of silence. Sam was more than uncomfortable with the handcuff around his wrist. He wished he carried a paper clip or something useful with him, but even if there was he couldn't reach it right now, not with the criminal noticing. Suddenly as if the car wasn't going to let Sam be carried over the border, it started to slow down and finally came to a stop.

"What the hell? I didn't say you could stop kid!"

Sam wasn't sure what was happening himself, until he looked at the gages.

"Um uh, it ran out of gas."

"Ran out of gas? We were just at the gas station!"

"Yeah I was inside getting gas when you came in, I wasn't able to actually pump though."

The criminal started banging his fist against the dash making Sam look at him with wide eyes. He finally stopped and looked back at Sam.

"Alright. Looks like we walk the rest of the way. Now don't move or I really will shoot you."

With his free hand he fished out the handcuff key. He undid the handcuff on the steering wheel.

"Ok hands behind your back."

Sam blew out a breath. He could try and take the gun from the guy or get shot in the process. Of course Dean had taught him how to take the gun away from an armed assailant, but that was while standing, and Dean sure as hell wasn't going to shoot him. The guy took the gun and jabbed it up against Sam's head making him wince.

"Now!" The criminal shouted.

Even though Sam was fairly certain he wasn't going to shoot him, it also seemed like he didn't have a lot to loosefrom shooting him. Well not that he knew of anyway. He knew if his body was discovered that his dad and Dean would torture this guy nice and slow, but that wasn't a risk he wanted to take. If his family found his dead body they would be devastated. Sam hesitantly put both his hands behind his back, and the guy reached over and with one hand secured the loose handcuff to the other hand. He got out of the passenger seat, walked over to the driver's side, opened the door, and dragged Sam out roughly by his arm making him almost fall over. Sam could see nothing but rough terrain and piles upon piles of dirt. They were both walking now, and even Sam could barely keep up with this guy dragging him and he had long legs.

"Ok kid. We're going to walk to the border and go from there. Don't give me any trouble."

Sam had no choice but to allow the criminal with the gun to drag his handcuffed self-closer and closer to the border. His only saving grace was that Dean would see the impala, realize what was happening, and follow his tracks. It was his only hope.