AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry about the delays. I did say the weekend was going to be busy for me and long. It was long and I had no time to write. That and my allergies have been all over the place, and my head feels like it's about to fall off, and I have had this sinus headache for the last few days I can't seem to shake. Sigh. I'm y'all! Don't kill me! *hides* Anyways. I colored in my coloring book! Coloring is so fun. So fun. I've also been working on my book a little. While on the way to Indie to take my brother back to school and the plot bunnies came up with another book idea, and it's dying to get out. I'm now working on two books. My brain really hurts now. Stupid bunnies. What I might do, is work on one of them until it's completely done, or I might type up one chapter for one book one night, and then another chapter for the other the next night. I don't what I'll do yet. Pffffft. Anyways. New episode of Supernatural this week! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! FINALLY! I think I died twenty times over waiting and no episode-overdose. Yes that's a thing on my planet. Or wherever I live. I live in a in black muscle car with a blue box that's bigger on the inside in the trunk, outside the BAU in Quantico, with a set of bones in the back seat. Yeah. Lol. Sorry. See what allergy meds do to me? They make me loopy. Oh yeah, speaking of that, I apologize for all the mistakes. The meds are making loopy, but not so much so to impair me too much. But I know I'm going to crash hard later. Anyways! Let's get going. When we left off, Sam and Dean argued and got kidnapped! No! And Dean's seven. Oh boy.

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Making Haste and Going Home

Dean watched as the figure moved to Sam and looked him over. Dean shouted to the witch but the words were muffled by the tape and cloth. He struggled against his bounds when the witch ignored him and continued to look at Sam like a piece of meat. He felt along the ropes and closed his eyes. The knot wasn't that tight, plus his fingers were small enough to fit through the openings of the knots and work it loose. He jumped when the witch moved and went over to the table, he turned and looked at Dean.

"So I was thinking, your brother likes dogs." The witch said.

Dean raised his eyebrow to say, 'yeah and?'

"I made you a seven year old, I can make him a dog. It'll be perfect." The witch smirked.

Dean mumbled something behind his gag. The witch came over and took the gag off and asked Dean what he was trying to say.

"Why won't Sam wake up? What'd you do to him?" Dean demanded. He needed to make sure Sam was alright first.

"He's fine. A simple sleeping draft, he'll wake up soon." The witch said.

"Now the other question. Why are you doing this?" Dean asked.

"Ah. Well, I lost my son and dog to hunters, and imagine my surprise when I found the Winchesters. The perfect substitutes." The witch smirked. "Now then, what do you say we make baby Winchester into a nice playful siberian husky?"

"No! Leave him alone!" Dean shouted as he struggled.

The witch left the room laughing, promising to be back with the stuff needed to transform Sam. He heard the sound of a car leaving, and he knew this was his chance to escape. Dean stopped struggling and took a few deep breathes. If he was going to get out of here with Sam, he needed to be calm. He worked the knot that bound his wrists together, and in a few minutes he was loose! He untied his ankles quickly and rushed over to Sam. He got the boy untied and ungagged, and was now trying to wake him up. The draft the witch used must've been powerful. Sam was out! Dean kept trying until Sam stirred.

"D'n?" Sam slurred heavily.

"Yeah kiddo, come on wake up! We need to get out of here!" Dean exclaimed.

"M'up. Danger?" Sam asked, trying to the pieces together with his muddled brain.

"Yeah danger! Let's go!" Dean urged.

Sam stood shakingly and walked unsteadily to the door. Dean was tall for a seven year old, but he isn't able to support Sam. Sam had to make it under his own power. He was doing well so far, despite being half asleep and injured. Sam managed to get to the impala, and got into the drivers side.

"Sammy scoot over! I'm driving!" Dean exclaimed, wanting to get out of here before the witch came back.

"No..c'nt drve...sevn now..."Sam mumbled sleepily. The draft was threatening to pull him back under.

"I don't care! We need to go now!" Dean shouted.

"I cn drve." Sam slurred.

Sam took the keys from Dean and managed to start the car. Dean growled and got in the passenger seat. Sam was able to get them to Bobby's before passing back out. Dean rushed into the house and got the elder hunter. At first Bobby thought the kid was lost and then got a close look at him. After realizing it was Dean he rushed out to the car with him and got Sam into the house, and laid him down on the couch.

"Here Dean, start cleaning out the smaller cuts, while I take care of the larger ones." Bobby said, opening the first aid kit and hand Dean a cloth.

Dean nodded and began cleaning Sam up. Dean got the smaller cuts cleaned and bandaged, while Bobby was stitching up a gash in Sam's side that held a piece of glass. Dean remembered seeing the room was a mess, and figured Sam fought hard. But there wasn't any glass on the floor. But the window was broken underneath it. The witch must've thrown Sam out the window, but when that failed to get Sam down, he used a draft to keep him under. Dean was wondering where all the blood came from.

"How is it Bobby?" Dean asked concerned.

"Gonna have to keep a good eye on it. It's getting infected already. The other cuts don't look too bad, and the bruises aren't bad either." Bobby said.

"Good. That's good." Dean sighed.

"Why don't you get some sleep Ace? I'll look after Sam for a bit." Bobby asked.

"No. This is my fault. If I hadn't started that fight, he wouldn't be hurt." Dean said.

"Dean. It isn't your fault. Now sleep." Bobby ordered.

"Just for a few hours." Dean said, gathering pillows and blankets, making a small nest on the floor lying next to the couch. Just because he was going to sleep, didn't mean he had to stop looking after Sam.

"A few hours. I'll wake ya, if there's trouble." Bobby promised.

Dean grasped Sam's hand and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Poor babies. So sorry for all the delays once again, and I'll answer reviews next chapter. Thanks for the patience y'all :) Always appreciated!

Until Next Time! Why can't my plot bunnies take a break for once!?