"Nonononono", the Doctor said suddenly worried, "This is not right. What's wrong? What's your name? Oh where are my manners? I am the Doctor. Hello." The Doctor wiggled his fingers at the young boy who still sat on the floor of the TARDIS crying. "This is the TARDIS she is my uh ship. How old are you? Do you know what that thing was out there? No, of course you don't your only six." The Doctor rambled on talking more to himself than the boy which is why he jumped a little when the boy said, "I'm five." "What?"
"I'm not six I am five."
"Well hello not six five."
Sam gave a week smile, "That's not my name"
"Well then what should I call you" The Doctor looked at the boy who was obviously wrestling with himself over the question.
"Peter", the boy replied, "Peter Parker"
The Doctor repressed an urge to laugh when he noticed the very serious look the boy gave him.
"Where is my bother? What did you do to him?"
The Doctor's eyes widened, "Oh! Oh nonononono. Of course children always with someone how could I be so thick?" He ran around the consul in the middle of the room madly pushing buttons and levers. He ran to the door and barely had it opened when the young boy pushed past him to the night's air. "Wait" the Doctor yelled catching him by the arm. The boy yelled and the Doctor was pulled outside still holding on to the struggling boy. "Let him go," a voice said quietly and severely. The Doctor blinked up in the dark to see the barrel of a gun pointing at him.
Sam was confused as he sat in the middle of the floor. He barely heard the Doctors rambling but caught enough to correct him on his age. When the strange man asked him his name he stilled. He wasn't supposed to talk to strangers and certainly not strangers that stole him into a box at night. He said the first name that came to him and was pleased when the man didn't call him on his bluff. He should have listened to Dean he thought Dean always took care of him. He wasn't worried about his brother not really Dean was a hero and Dean always came for him. He was worried that Dean would worry about him. He always made sure Sam brushed his teeth and hair and washed his hands with soap he worried over Sam getting to bed on time what would he do when he couldn't get him in the box and Sam was pretty sure the strange box was moving. Sam thought about Dean being worried and it made him cry. When the man ran to the door Sam burst out. He may be little Sam thought but he was fast he felt the Doctors hand on his arm but kept running. On the other side of the door side of the door he saw his brother. "Dean" Sam yelled and that was enough. The youngest Winchester saw his brother and felt safe even if he was standing between his kidnapper and a gun it was going to be okay because Dean was here and Dean would take care of him.
Dean had been running for over an hour. The blue box had been there and then just nothing but it couldn't have just disappeared. It had to be somewhere. He had been all over the town not stopping to rest or even breathe much. He was tired and wanted to sit down and cry but he didn't because Sammy was somewhere and he was going to find him. When he heard the mechanical noise he spun around and ran straight towards it. He got there just as the door opening and saw Sam stumble out held by the man who had taken him. Sam was somewhere between crying and relieved to see Dean and Dean just wanted to grab him tell him it was okay but that was not the time for that. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man. In the bravest and most threatening voice he could muster he spoke to the man. "Let him go." He saw the man still and added, "Now."