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Prompt by The One Who Is All: "I was wondering if you could do one where John and Dean accidently leave Sam at a rest stop in Idaho and do not remember him until they are in New York. Kinda humor kinda angst."

This was intriguing. Sammy get's left behind. What better prompt!? Here, Dean is 14 and Sam is 10.

John kept cursing himself for forgetting how annoying his boys could get on a long drive. He felt like eating up his own jacket at the ruckus that was going on in the back seat. The boys had been decent enough to keep quiet for an hour at the most. Then the verbal arguments started and now Dean and Sam were all but trying to punch each other. John frantically scanned the scenery in front of him as he drove. He felt relief flood through him at seeing a rest stop.

"ENOUGH!" John bellowed. Sam and Dean jumped and looked warily at their Dad.

"We are stopping for a few minutes right there." he said, pointing to the rest stop. "I don't want a peep from both of you until we are back in the car and on our way to New York, alright?" John said, looking sternly at his sons.

Dean gulped and nodded vigorously while Sam muttered a low "Yes sir."

Satisfied with the silence filling the car, John hummed in a low voice as he parked the car in front of the rest stop. As soon as the car's engine was cut off, Sam and Dean stepped out and ran to the store to get supplies with the money John gave them. John sighed watching his kids enter the store. New York. Sam's birthday wish. And somehow, John hadn't been able to resist Sam's eyes as he'd asked his father to take them to New York on his 10th birthday.

John filled the car with enough gas to last them through the journey and got into the driver's seat waiting for his sons to come back. After a few minutes, he heard someone open the rear and slam it shut. The next minute, Dean got into the front seat.

"Let's go Dad. We got everything." Dean grinned.

Smiling back, John started up the car and drove.

An hour passed.

A couple more.

And a couple more.

Finally, John noticed a board with the message, Welcome to New York!

"Sam, we made it." said John, smiling to himself. He frowned slightly, not receiving an answer. Dean was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Slowing down, John turned around to glance at the back seat and felt his heart stop.

Sam wasn't there.

He slammed on the breaks, sending Dean into the dashboard.

Groaning and grumbling, Dean blinked sleepily at his father, rubbing his forhead. "What the hell was that for?"

John just looked blankly at his oldest and then back to the back seat. Dean followed his father's gaze and he felt an all too uneasy chill run up his spine. Both father and son glanced at each other.

"WE LEFT SAM!" they yelled together.

Wasting no time, John turned the car back towards Idaho, worry coursing through him like blood in his veins. Sam could be anywhere. John willed himself to calm down.

Come on. Think logically. The last time I'd seen Sam was...

"The rest stop." said father and son together. They'd both been pondering the same thing. John broke all speed limits and gunned the Impala towards Idaho.

x-x-x

"NO! NO! NO!" John yelled, climbing out of the car and walking towards the smoking front of his car. This was not happening. They had only a couple more miles to go.

John opened the front and smoke stemmed out right into John's face, making him cough. Dean looked crazed and worried as hell as he saw his father cursing himself. Sam could be scared and alone...or worse. Dean tried taking deep breaths to calm himself down as he tried not to imagine what Sam was up to.

x-x-x

Sam watched the family at the rest stop. They looked so happy and carefree. His heart ached. It had been 2 years since he'd found about the supernatural world and everything that bumped in the night. He couldn't tear his eyes off the scene and didn't hear his brother and father leave the station.

Sam sighed and unwillingly tore his gaze away from the family only to find that the Impala was gone. Sam ran ahead and saw the car as a tiny speck, speeding away.

"DAD! DEAN!" Sam yelled, even though he knew it was no use. How could they do that? How could they just leave him?

x-x-x

John watched his eldest work on the car. Dean had a love for the car that not even John had. John tried not to ponder on what condition Sam could be in. Sam was strong. And he was in on the family secret too. He was a big boy. He could take care of himself, couldn't he?

Father Winchester ripped out his phone for what felt like the millionth time to see "No signal" flashing across the screen yet again.

"Damn it." he muttered.

"Still no signal?" Dean asked, his face buried in the front of the car with a tool box at his side.

"No."

Dean stayed silent for a few seconds. "He'll be alright, won't he Dad?"

John didn't answer immediately. He wanted to believe it himself, but Winchester luck was the worst luck. "Yeah Dean. He'll be fine. Probably pissed at us for leaving him at a rest stop on his birthday."

Dean chuckled nervously. That Sam would be. Satisfied with his work, Dean slammed the bonnet down and gestured to his father to start the car. John got in and turned the key once. Twice.

"Come on." He muttered. He turned the key a third time and the engine gunned to life. Both men yelled in happiness and Dean hurried to get in the car.

"We're coming Sammy!"

x-x-x

What sort of rest stop is haunted? Obviously the ones we Winchester's stop at. Thought Sam to himself.

Sam clutched his left arm that was throbbing in pain. It had been hours since John and Dean had left. And he was pissed beyond anything at his father and brother. They obviously hadn't realized he was there till they reached New York or something.

Sam had watched the family drive away a long time ago. He'd walked back into the store to see if he could wait it out. He'd even taken out his cell phone to see if he could call his father and tell him he was still at the rest stop, only to find that the phone's battery had died.

Sam now sat on a small ledge near the petrol pump, clutching his left arm and feeling dried blood on his face from the gash on his right temple. Of all the things that could have happened, Sam had wandered into the small forest like growth behind the store, knowing that it would be a while before his family came to get him. The only thing he got out of it was a restless spirit intent on murdering him. As Sam had been flung onto a tree, resulting in the injured arm, he'd felt something jab at his back and he'd pulled out a necklace that seemed old and worn. Sam had delayed the spirit by running an iron crowbar he'd found through it and quickly set up stones and lit a fire to melt the necklace. As he'd dropped the necklace, he felt heat grazing his back and turned around in time to see the spirit vanish into flames.

Sam quickly got to his feet as he heard the familiar rumble of the engine in the distance and clutched a pillar for support as a wave of vertigo almost brought him to his knees.

"Sam!"

"Holy Crap!"

Sam felt two figures rush to his side and he immediately latched onto the first hand that came his way. It was Dean that he sought.

"Shit. Sam, what the hell happened to you?" asked Dean as he eased his brother back on the ledge.

"Spirit." muttered Sam, opening his eyes and look wryly at his father and big brother.

"Here?" asked John, bewildered.

Sam nodded. "Remember the haunted rest stop we read about a couple weeks ago? Well, apparently this was the rest stop. The girl was murdered right behind the store. She's gone now though. I took care of it."

Dean and John smiled. John felt proud of his son. Sam had handled himself well.

Sam now felt the anger and annoyance come back to him as he realized why he had to go through all this crap in the first place. That too on his birthday.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS?" he bellowed. Dean and John were taken aback.

"I could have died for all you knew! Kidnapped...or...or...worse! How the hell could you forget me at a goddamn rest stop!?" Sam yelled, not caring about the words he was using. He was beyond pissed. And a little hurt that even Dean didn't think about checking if he was there.

Tears filled Sam's eyes and he brushed them away angrily. "None of you even thought to check that I was there?" he asked, his voice breaking.

Dean felt his heart shatter seeing his baby brother break down. Sam had been thrown around by a spirit, hurt and left at a gas station, and all this on his birthday.

"We're so so sorry Sammy. We thought you'd gotten in. We didn't realize you weren't there till we reached New York." Dean said, not being able to meet Sam's eyes.

"Sam, I know we were stupid. It was totally our fault kiddo." John said, walking up to his youngest and kneeling down next to him. "Anything we can do to make it up to you?"

Sam couldn't resist the apologies of both his brother and father. He saw that they had felt terrible for forgetting him at a rest stop.

"It's okay. It's better than my last birthday anyway. What with the fractured arm because of the werewolf and Dean's major concussion." said Sam.

Dean grinned sheepishly at his brother.

"Just promise me one thing." Sam said.

Dean and John looked curiously at one another, then Sam. "Anything."

"Next time, Dean gets left behind."

END

Well? The story kind of changed midway with the haunting and all. I love two things. Spirits and hurt Sam. So I couldn't resist the slight bit of drama and hunting. Hope it was alright. I'm also kind of sick, with a cold and headache, so excuse any errors. If you do happen to find any, let me know! :) Do leave reviews! :)