Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor the Brotherhood. Just borrowing the characters temporarily.

Author's note: For those of you who might want to know, Dean is 19 and Sam is 15. The point of view of the story is Dean's.

1 day ago

I entered through the door and shut it with my foot, balancing the takeout bags. I put the bags on the table where Dad was sorting through newspaper clippings and research. "You got anything?" I asked.

"No. We are heading to Pastor Jim's tomorrow." Dad answered, looking up. I handed him his breakfast and looked around the room.

"Where's Sam?" I asked, seeing as he was still asleep when I had gone out for breakfast.

"He's with Caleb in the next room." Dad opened his sandwich and started eating. I nodded before going out the door. Caleb had taken another room next to ours last night after we had wrapped up our werewolf hunt. I knocked twice before entering. Sam was sitting on the bed, swinging his legs. Caleb was no where to be seen. The shower was running in the bathroom. I handed Sam his breakfast and put Caleb's on the small dining table. I took out my own sandwich and started eating.

"There better not be any crumbs on my bed." Caleb warned as he came out of the shower, fully clothed. His hair was still wet. He sank into a chair at the table and pulled the bag towards him. Sam and I grinned at each other mischieviously.

"We are heading to Pastor Jim's tomorrow. Dad told." I told them, throwing my wrapper into the dustbin. Caleb nodded as he bit into his sandwich. We watched tv for a while and Sam left to take a shower in our room. We passed our time playing cards and hustling each other for m&m's. It was late afternoon when Dad came.

"I am heading out. I will be back by night. Listen to Caleb and take care of your brother, Dean." Dad ordered. I stood up and answered, " Yes sir."

"Well I am gonna go get us some lunch. I will be back as soon as I can." I answered as I stood up, stretching. Caleb stood up with me and followed me to our room. Sam was reading a book and looked up through his bangs. I took my wallet and the keys to the impala before leaving.

I breathed in the fresh afternoon air as I climbed into the driver's seat. I started the ignition and put it into gear, pulling out of the parking lot. I clicked on the radio and "Nothing else matters" started playing. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and pulled up at the diner after 15 minutes. The diner was packed with the afternoon rush and the waitresses were busy taking orders. I sat at the counter and ordered for cheeseburgers for me and Caleb, salad and sandwich for Sam. I moved towards an empty booth and sat down, looking around. A waitress came by and her tag read that her name was Sophia. She grinned, checking me out. " What would you like to have, Sir?"

"Hi, Sophia. I would like to have some coffee." I grinned at her, turning my charm. "Make it black, sweetheart."

"Coming right up." She replied before sauntering away, swinging her hips. I admired her ass as she leaned on the counter to give my order. I relaxed on the seat and put my arm across the back of the seat. Sophia brought over my takeout bags with the coffee and put them on the table. "Here you go, Sir."

"Its Dean." I held out my hand and she shook it before giving me her number in a tissue. She winked before moving to the other table. I grinned as I took the bags after putting my money with the tip on the table. I moved out the door to the impala and put them in the passenger seat. A shadow passed over me and I looked up swiftly. 3 men surrounded me with guns and I took a defensive stance. "Who the hell are you guys?"

"You better come with us, Winchester, or your brother gets hurt." One of them came forward and moved his gun towards a black SUV. I glared at them. "That's right. I know where Caleb and your brother Sam are. A little 'Black bird' motel in room 8?" My blood ran cold at that.

"If you have hurt them. I swear..." The man clearly in charge, cut me off.

"No. We haven't hurt them. Yet. Unless you don't cooperate." He waved his gun for me to move. I locked the impala before moving forward. The other two came behind me and dragged me the rest of the way to the SUV. I felt a pinch in my neck and saw a syringe in one of their hands. My eyes rolled back into my head and I slumped into their arms, unconscious.