*Just a short story to get my creative juices flowing in between my other stories. I intend for thi to only be about 3 chapters, but we will see. Just something short. Enjoy!*

*Disclaimer ~ I don't own any characters from Supernatural.*

Sam: 16

Dean: 20

It was beautiful day in San Diego California. John Winchester was just wrapping up a hunt when he called his sons to get their stuff packed, and he would meet them at a diner the next town over, then they were off to another hunt. They were only in a motel, and this hunt was just a weekend job, so Sam hasn't even had the chance to go to school and make friends, which also meant no real complaining about leaving. 'WIN.'

The boys left the small hotel room, duffels in hand, Dean not needing his leather jacket was wearing a tight grey t-shirt with jeans and Sam was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with jeans. Both boys were real lookers, and now that Sam was taller than Dean it made for a lot of ridicule, mostly from Sam.

"Hey go ahead and get in the car I have to check out."

Sam was headed to the car when he got an idea. He quickly opened the driver's side door and got in. Dean has been teaching him how to drive since he was fourteen, but if he was to get his permit he needed more practice. Usually Dean only let him drive down the street, not the next town over. He got himself settled in the driver's seat, and made sure to have a mischievous grin on his face so Dean knew exactly what was going on.

Dean finally exited the motel office. He was tired and really hated it when lonely people babaled on and on about nothing to complete strangers. He walked outside and saw the unbelievable. Sam was sitting in the driver's seat, HIS driver's seat wearing a huge grin. He knew what was going on here. He walked right up to the car and leaned in through the window.

"Oh Sammm. What do you think you're doing?"

"I need to learn some way. What better way than to just let me drive? Besides I know you didn't get any sleep last night."

"Doesn't matter if I only got 30 minutes of sleep, you are not driving my baby. Now get out and to your designated area…over there."

Dean made sue he pointed to the passenger seat.

"Come on Dean. It's just the next town over and I do know how to drive, I just need all the practice I can get. Now come on be a sport and help me?"

Those were the magic words. He couldn't deny Sam anything when he said 'help me.' Whether it was to save him from a supernatural fugly, or let him drive into the next town.

Dean sighed and closed his eyes.

"Fine I'll make a deal with you. I need to get gas, so you can drive to the gas station and then we are changing, no arguments."

Sam smiled and nodded his head. He couldn't believe he won! He knew his brother was dead tired but this dead tired?

Dean hesitantly got into the passenger seat and put his sunglasses on. It wouldn't hurt to catch a few winks to the gas station.

"You know which gas station I'm talking about? It's about a good fifteen minutes away if you're up for it."

"Yes I know Dean."

Dean tossed the keys to Sam. He started up the engine, carefully backed up, pulled out of the motel and down the road.

Dean had to admit Sam was a good driver. Of course it was Dean himself who had taught him so he expected nothing less. Plus Sam knew better than to damage his baby. Dean closed his heavy eyelids behind the sunglasses, and decided to take a short power nap.

Sam was finally at the gas station. He pulled into a pump and stopped. He was beaming with self-pride and his dimples were showing full force. He didn't know whether to wake up Dean or not since he was currently snoring, so he decided the least he could do was go into the store, pay, and pump the gas himself, then maybe he would wake up Dean.

Sam took the keys out of the ignition, picked Dean's wallet out of his pocket and looked for the stolen credit card designated for gas. At sixteen he still had a baby face as most would call it, but he had height on his side. He calmly walked into the store, not noticing the man dressed all in black following in right after him.

~*SPN*~

Sam noticed there were only three other people in the store, not including the cashier, who was currently reading a magazine. He went right up to the counter.

"Can I help you?"

Sam put on his best smile.

"Yeah I need to fill up my car on pump 3 please."

Sam handed the cashier the credit card. He gave Sam a weird look at first, but decided against giving the kid a hard time. No one saw what was coming next as the black figure wearing a ski mask entered the store, and walked right up next to Sam with his gun drawn.

~*SPN*~

Dean was just waking up. Something wasn't right and he could feel it. He moaned a little and stretched.

"Sam." He said in a sleepy voice. Finally he opened his eyes fully and realized that they were at the gas station he told Sam to stop at earlier. He looked around, but didn't notice Sam pumping the gas or even being outside. His big brother instincts were kicking in. He pulled off his sun glasses, grabbed a gun from the glove department, and decided to check in the store to see what was taking Sam so long. It could have been as simple as he was using the bathroom, but Dean just had to know for sure.

The closer he crept up to the store the more the un-ease settled in his stomach. He noticed a little bit of movement towards the counter, and what he saw confirmed his fears. There was a mad man, wearing all black, holding his brother across the chest with one arm with a gun in the other, pointing it hard at Sam's head. Dean stayed outside but drew his gun. He was going to get Sam out of this situation if it was the last thing he did. He was no hostage negotiator, but this guy was a low level criminal and those he could handle.

Sam didn't know how the hell he always got into these messes. All he wanted to do was pump gas as a favor to Dean, and he ends up being taken hostage in a hold up. He certainly wasn't expecting the guy to wrap his huge arm around his chest and point the barrel of the gun right at his head. He knew all the guy wanted to do was rob the place, so it was better to just comply so none of the civilians got hurt. This guy was shaking, probably due to a drug withdrawal, so he dared not make any sudden movements.

"Just put the money in the bag and no one gets hurt!" The guy yelled at the cashier. He hurried up, put the money in a bag, and slid it over to the guy. Sam was sure that would be the end of it, but he was wrong.

"Ok kid. Grab the money."

Sam was hesitant, but he grabbed the bag of money. Next he knew the criminal started moving backwards with Sam and the money in tow until they pushed the glass doors open and ran outside.

"Which is your car kid?"

Sam looked towards the impala, but noticed Dean wasn't in it. Where the hell did he go?

"I walked." Sam said with a shaky voice.

"Don't lie to me!" The guy yelled making Sam jump and flinch.

"It's alright I think I saw you coming from that sweet impala. Let's go."

The criminal was dragging Sam forward towards the car when another click was heard, along with a familiar dangerous voice.

"Let him go."

Sam knew that voice anywhere. It was Dean!

The criminal turned around with Sam as a shield and looked at Dean, who currently had his own pointed up and towards the guy. His stance was all defensive as he slowly crept up towards the guy currently holding onto Sam.

"What are you some kind of cop?"

"Not quite. Now let him go, no one has to get hurt."

"No one's getting hurt here. Once I'm done with him I'll let him go."

Dean didn't like the way that sounded at all. If he even thought about touching Sam even more so than he was dead meat. Well he was dead now anyway.

The criminal moved backwards with Sam in tow, who now was looking at Dean with wide eyes, but Dean couldn't get a shot off without possibly hitting Sam, and the guy holding him was obviously shaking bad. He was either on something or needed to get on something.

Dean was stepping closer to them when the guy nudged the gun closer to Sam's temple, making him flinch his head.

"Don't take another step!"

Dean stopped dead in his tracks.

"Now put the gun down slowly."

Dean had a feral look in his eye as he was lowering down to the ground to put his own weapon down.

"Listen guy, it doesn't have to be like this. Just let him go, and take the car. No one will give you any problems."

'Dean just told the guy to take the impala?! Maybe Dean was going crazy.'

"I need a hostage. Now don't move from that spot, or I put a bullet in his leg."

The criminal dragged Sam backwards towards the driver's side of the impala.

"Open the door."

Sam did as he was told and opened the car door. The guy pushed him in and closed it. He walked over to the passenger side with his eyes never leaving Dean. With a cocky grin he opened the passenger door, and got in.

Dean could see the guy automatically pointing the gun directly at Sam again, and in the next instance his beloved impala was taking off down the street, and his little brother's life was in the hands of an unstable criminal. He had to act fast so not to lose Sam. He quickly broke into a huge truck parked across the street, hotwired it, and sped off in the same direction as Sam. He wasn't about to lose him now.