"Where we goin' here, hoss?" Dean barked.
"Just drive." his carjacker sneered.
So Dean drove, keeping one eye on the road in front of him and the other on the man who sat way too close to his little brother in the back seat.
"Why don't you move over a little there, Dougie? Be a big boy and take the window seat."
Douglas smiled at Dean, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Why? Afraid I'll do this?" And he pushed Sam back against the seat, grabbed the boy's chin and held his head in a vise grip as he landed a sloppy kiss on the kid's mouth.
Sam whimpered, his hands coming up to push the bigger man away, but Douglas swatted them away like flies. He grabbed the boy by his hair and yanked his head back, baring his throat. "Or maybe this?" He sunk his teeth into tender flesh, and Sam screamed.
"Dean!"
Dean's eyes went cold. "You ugly fuck. Get your filthy mouth of him." He warned, car veering over the center line.
"Eyes on the road, asshole!" Dean's passenger snarled, steadying the wheel.
"Let him alone Douglas, or I swear I'll end you for good, you son-of-a-bitch."
But Douglas had lost control, and he pushed the injured boy down on the seat, falling on top of him.
Sam fought in earnest then, fearing for his life. His hand flailed, catching Dean in the back of the head as he struggled. "Don't! Please! Get off!"
"Get off him!" Dean bellowed, rocketing the car onto the gravel shoulder and careening to a stop. He caught his passenger in the face with a well-aimed elbow, instantly incapacitating him. Then he was across the back seat and on top of the man who was on top of his brother.
He grabbed hair and pulled, "I said get the fuck off my brother!" Dean spit out between clenched teeth. He pulled Douglas back, slipping a blade to his exposed throat.
But Douglas still had his gun and the presence of mind to press it to Sam's temple. "Get out of the car, Dean." He warned. "Or you'll be cleaning your brother's brains off the upholstery for weeks. Get out and stand across the road. You can have him back when I'm finished."
Sam's eyes grew wide like saucers as they locked with Dean's.
"No!" The younger boy twisted beneath his attacker, trying to upend him, but then Dean heard the snick of the gun's safety being disengaged, and he suddenly knew that Douglas meant to collect everything he wanted from Sam or kill the boy in the process.
"Sam! Stop!" He warned, freezing. "Sammy! Stop it!"
Sam lay still, breathing hard, pinned by the combined weight of both Dean and Douglas. He whimpered again, "Dean … please … don't go. Don't leave me with him. I'd rather die!"
Douglas spoke again, his voice snide. "I got the upper hand here, Dean. And you know it. Now get off me, and go stand outside or else."
"You'll have to kill us both before I let you lay another filthy paw on him." Dean said quietly. "You might get one of us, but you won't get us both. Are you willing to die for the chance to terrorize my kid brother?"
"Whatever it takes. Sammy here is the first to go." He put his hand on Sam's forehead and pressed down to hold him in place as he placed the gun to the boy's temple once again. "You sure you wanna see that, Dean? I might miss just a little bit. Just enough to make him die slow."
Sam clenched his eyes tight shut, tears leaking from the corners. "Don't leave me, Dean. Just let him shoot me. Please!"
"He's not shooting you, Sam."
"Please, Dean! Don't …"
But Dean released the hair he'd been holding and shifted his position on the seat so that most of his weight was off his brother. He took the knife from Douglas's throat.
"Dean!" Sam was hysterical.
"It's okay, Sammy." Dean promised. "It's gonna be okay."
"No!" Sam was crying in earnest now, flailing beneath his attacker and trying desperately to free himself.
Dean was contemplating his next move when the passenger from the front seat regained control of his arms and legs. He snagged Dean by the back of the shirt and dragged him out of the car, clubbing him with the butt of his substantial handgun. And the last thing Dean heard as his world went black was the sound of his little brother sobbing.