*Hi! Now I wasn't planning on writing this particular story, but it popped in my head and I couldn't not write it! I also intended for it to be a one shot, but Im definitely a multi-chapter girl. It will be short, maybe 3 chapters. Enjoy!*

*Disclaimer: These awesome being known as Sam and Dean are not mine, and I do not own Supernatural. ):

*This is set sometime in S.1 after 'Skin'. Maybe even S.2, but either way the boys are young. *

*Supernatural doesn't start until Oct. 13th. Until then I'm going to try and keep myself busy with stories. Btw I'll start publishing the other two stories that I originally told you about soon enough.*

*Enjoy!*

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It was a rough hunt. After what happened with Becky and Zach Dean was positive he hated Shapeshifters just as much if not more than witches. Dean was hesitant letting Sam in on this hunt. If he was smart he would have said he was heading out for food, met up with their dad, and taken care of the problem. But of course lying and pissing off Sam was never in the books, and after all Sam was an adult, Dean figured it wasn't a bad idea for Sam to tag along on the shapeshifter hunt after all. Not to mention their father was meeting up with them for this one, and with two Winchester's looking after Sam what could happen?

While chasing the shifter through the woods they didn't pay attention to the order they were in. When their dad was around it was John in front, Sam in the middle, and Dean in the back. But since separating from their dad, Dean was always in front of Sam. So here we are, John and Dean running through the dense woods in the direction they saw the shifter run, and Sam coming up from the back. Sure he was as fast as his family, but not when he gets knocked in the face with a branch he didn't see coming. What he did see afterwards were stars and a spinning sky. He wanted to shout for his brother and dad, but all he really wanted to do was throw up. After a good minute, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Not noticing the two pairs of hands grabbing him.

It took Dean about five minutes to realize Sam wasn't behind him, stopped dead in his tracks, and looked in back of him hoping he was wrong.

"Sam?!"

John hearing Dean's distress call to his brother made him stop in his tracks also. He kept looking towards where he was running and back at his son.

"Dean what's going on?"

"I don't know where Sam is."

Dean took off in a mad dash from where they just came from. John growled and ran in the same direction as his son, who he saw was actually running faster in the opposite direction away from the path they were running. Sam possibly being in danger will do that to him.

It didn't take long for Dean to come across a scene he was hoping wasn't true. He was hoping he would find his brother with a twisted ankle or something stupid, but right away his instincts peeked up. He saw a big spot where it looked like a 6'4" Sammy once laid. Ok so if this spot is here and Sam isn't, where did he go?

Just then he noticed two sets of boot prints in the ground around the Sammy form. He followed them with his eyes and noticed only the two pairs of boot prints were seen, and leading away the indent in the soil was deeper, which meant they were carrying something. A little brother kind of something.

Dean figured this out in his head before John made it to the same sight.

"Dean what is it?"

"How far back did we lose the shifter?"

"Not much long ago…"

"And was there one or two of them?"

"The accounts only specify one shifter…"

"Yeah but there could be a second one if it needed help."

"Dean what are you getting at? And where's Sam?"

John looked down and examined the area just like Dean did. He didn't need the snarl on Dean's face to tell him what he just figured out for himself.

Two boot prints were carrying something heavy away. Dam it.

"The shifter must have back tracked, and it had to have another one helping it, but it was not to be noticed so we wouldn't be expecting the extra threat." John said out loud while examining the area.

Dean was fuming. He made a silent pact to himself after what happened with his shifter look alike beat the shit out of Sam and almost killed him that he was going to be better at protecting the kid. Sure Sam could take of himself, but then things like this happen catching him way off guard, and he gets overpowered by a couple of shifters. It made Dean even more nervous to know there were two of them this time. What did they want with Sam? Hopefully they didn't catch on yet that if they have Sam, they hold all the cards, but then why take just Sam unless they wanted something from the other two Winchester's?

Thinking Sam was going to be held hostage made Dean see red, and right away he followed the boot prints towards what he was hoping was the lair in which they would find Sam. Their luck wasn't that good, but who knows, maybe this time will be different…yeah right.

John had to practically run to catch up with Dean. His oldest was a dam good hunter and tracker, and was even better when Sam was in danger. There was no stone unturned when it came to Sam. The thought would have put a smile on his face if he wasn't worried about his youngest in the hands of two very dangerous shifters that were doing god knows what to Mary's baby right now. He was just hoping they weren't going to kill him just out of spite.

~*SPN*~

Dean came to the edge of the woods. Looking around he saw the impala in the distance, and also noticed the prints were gone, but there were tire tracks to a car that was no longer in the parking lot.

Well fuck.

Those bastards made away with Sam in a car, and after the road he had no idea where they could have gone. He could tell by the tire marks before the dirt hit the road which general direction the car went, but other than that it was smooth pavement.

The two men didn't have to be told twice before jumping into the beloved impala. Once Dean got in the passenger seat he noticed a white envelope addressed 'Dean and John.' Dean opened it quickly and discovered a handwritten note.

"By now you must have realized we have Sam. If you ever want to see him again you will follow our instructions. Expect a call tomorrow at noon. Hold tight until then!

-The Shifters

Dean crumpled up the paper and threw it on the floor of the impala. John ran his hand down his face and was trying to think up a plan. Dean was pissed and trying to control himself from losing his mind. He wanted someone to hit, but at the moment the two people he really wanted to hit where nowhere in sight. He looked at his dad.

"They expect us to wait until noon tomorrow to make a move?! No way. They couldn't have gotten to dam far. Tonight we search every sewer system in this dam town and if he's not there we move onto the abandoned houses and barns."

"If we go looking for them they might panic and just kill him on the spot before moving on to the next town. It's too risky and we can't risk Sam's life like that."

It was killing John not going out on the town and looking for Sam, but they had to be smart about this and not panic. Dean hit the dashboard out of rage.

"That's not good enough dad! While you were missing you know what happened? Sam was taken by a shape shifter wearing my face, and it tried to kill him! It taunted him and hurt him so bad mentally I wasn't sure if we were ever going to be ok again. I can't let this happen a second time…I can't."

This was news to John. The boys didn't tell him everything that went on while he was out trying to hunt the yellow eyed demon, and he figured since they were both alive that nothing really major happened. But a Dean look alike trying to kill Sam? That's pretty damaging considering he knew how close the boys were.

"I'm sorry that happened Dean, but it's obvious they want something from us, and as long as Sam is alive we will do what they say. They aren't going to kill him. We have time. But if we go running around the city punching people and burning things, they might get panicked and kill him anyway. Now we are going back to the motel, go over everything we know about this hunt, and regain our composure for when the shifters call."

Dean hated the idea of sitting on his ass while his little brother was once again in the arms of danger. Maybe he should just put a bell around the kid's neck. Then something his dad said made his smile and chuckle a little.

"What's so funny?"

"I just found our new moto. Punching people, burning things, the family business."

Even John had to crack a smile at that. The situation wasn't funny in the slightest, but he had to agree with Dean. That was a pretty good saying, and it was fairly accurate. They did punch people, and they burnt corpses. Sam would have gotten a kick out of it…Sam.

The thought of Sam brought John out of his thoughts. He started up the car, and headed towards the motel. They had a lot of work to do.

*Things got pretty serious there! The rest of the story is going to be more entertaining and humorous.*

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