Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them. I know, so sad.

HermoineWeasley23: New story, Yay! Lol yup, I have started a new one! I am glad you are liking it so far. Yes, I am currently stuck in the dreaded middle school years, evil little time in your life, isn't it? lol

Leahblueeyes: Yay! Thank you, now I know that I will always have at least one reader, lol. Yeah, I wanted to do a 'young' fic because I had read some really good ones and felt like giving it a try. I'm glad your enjoying it! I also want to tell you that I didn't ditch you on im, my sister has just been a computer hog lately, grr (older siblings, so annoying! Except Dean, of course) so I haven't been able to go on line. I am actually not even on my name right now, I am posting this on my sister's! So sorry I haven't been on yet, but when I do go on, I will be sure to talk to you!

Michelle P.: Hey! Nice to see you again! Believe me, Dean is hurrying, as you will see in this chapter, but will he be to late? Muhahah!

LoUdMoUtH87: I'm glad you liked it! Yeah, I was just going to post one chapter, but it seemed too short, so I posted another, lol.

FireKumori mage: I am so happy you like it! random question, but you know your pen name, the word mage, does it mean like… I don't know, like something like yoda, like a spiritual leader or something? I don't know what they are called, but I just read that word in a book and I wanted to be sure that is what it, so if you could tell me, I would be SO thankful that I don't have to go get fat old Webster out an look it up, lol.

JC6: Yay! You like it! thank you for you compliments! I was unsure if they seemed like Sam and Dean, I feel a lot better now that you said that they were. Thanks!

Supernaturalfan0718: I'm glad that you liked both of my stories! I like it when Sam and Dean are younger too, before Sam left for college and stuff. I feel like I can relate to them more when they are closer to my age, so it is fun to write! I am so happy that you are reading this story too and that I get to keep talk/typing to you, lol!

Phx: I'm SO happy you like it! I love it when they are younger too!

Ghostwriter: I completely understand the whole balancing school with supernatural, so don't worry, I won't be mad in anyway if you don't review, just as long as you are enjoying it!

HappyBear 2005: hahaha, I will not tell you what happens next! Muhahahaha(evil laugh), lol, you'll just have to read and see. No, but thank you for reviewing, I am glad that you are enjoying it!

Renegade Noa: Yay! I am happy you like it! Don't worry, I will finish it!

Kaewi: Haha, that is ok, at least you are reading now, lol. Thank you, too, for reading it even though it is a 'younger' fic. The age isn't going to really effect anything, don't worry. They are going to act the same they would if they were older, but I wanted them to be younger so they would seem more helpless and that Dean would be involved in his friends and stuff. Hopefully you will still enjoy it!

Yay! People are actually enjoying it! lol I hope this update was fast enough and that you guys enjoy this chapter!

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"Hold on Sammy, I'm coming."

These words that were radiating from the answering machine down stairs almost made Sam cry with happiness.

He would have, too, but he knew that he wouldn't have been able to wipe them away, for he was, as the spirit had said, paralyzed.

Sam knew this was going to happen the minute he had felt it pass through him. He had just been reading his Dad's journal two days ago when he read about how some spirits could temporarily take away the use of your body.

That was the good news, the part about the paralysis's not being permanent. The bad new was that when spirits needed to paralyze you, it usually meant that they weren't going to be doing the nicest of things to you.

That was why the tears came to his eyes when he heard his brother's voice.

If it had been anytime before, Sam would never admit to being scared. But this was different.

He was lying in the middle of what looked like some kind of sacrificial circle completely defenseless, and to top it all off, some psycho ghost was going to come and kick his ass.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sam didn't realize the dark shadow or the wispy, cloud like structure that was forming before him until his body was shivering form the cold.

His eyes widened with horror as a man and woman dressed in doctor's lab coat materialized before him.

"A new patient, I see," the man said to the woman. "What is his name?"

The woman reached down and put a hand to Sam's forehead, sending shots of agony stabbing at his head.

Finally, the hand was removed and the pain was turned down to a dull throbbing.

"Sam Winchester," she replied.

"What the hell!" Sam's mind screamed. "They can read my mind? She must have been copying my memory."

"What is his prognosis?"

"He has had some problems with listening to his father lately, arguing with him. I suggest extreme shock therapy to help him learn."

"Extreme shock therapy! Who the fuck are these people?" Sam squinted his eyes, the only part of his body that he could actually move, trying to read the tiny name tags pinned to their shirts.

"Micovits?" he read, "Micovits? Where have I heard that before?"

Suddenly it struck him like a metal bat.

A week ago, he had been reading about this town's history at the library. There was nothing really exciting at first, but then more and more missing child reports started showing up. Finally he came to the article about his new captors.

Estavan and Gloria Micovits had called them self's "children trainers." They would spy on families and find a misbehaving child and kidnap them. They would then bring them to their home, the house where the Winchester's were currently residing, and 'train' them. In one article Sam read, it told how Estavan had said, "You can train children like you would train a dog. If they don't respond to the training, then there is not use for them, so we would just kill them." The Micovits, were, of course, sentenced to the death penalty. Sam now guess that their ghost had come back to the old house to continue their work.

"Oh my God, they're going to kill me." The realization suddenly sunk in.

He was not getting out of this attic. First they were going to torture him, and then they were going to kill him. He had no hope.

Wait! Yes he did! His brother was coming, Dean was coming. "But what if he doesn't come in time? He'll come home and find me dead!"

"No, no, no, he'll make it, he always does. He's always protected you, he wouldn't let you down now."

The doctors' voices drew him away from his mess of thoughts. "That sounds like the perfect procedure. Let's get started."

"Started! Now! No, oh god, no."

But there was nothing he could do. The doctor neared him, hand drawn, and place a finger on each of Sam's temples.

"Don't worry, Sam. We'll make you better."

That was the last thing Sam heard. His world was then an explosion of pain, and then darkness.

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"God Damnit! Can't this car go any faster!"

Dean weaved his way in and out of the lanes, passing cars, receiving many honks and yells. A little old lady even flipped him the bird.

But none of that mattered to Dean.

The only thought that was in his mind was Sammy.

Was he hurt? Did he need help? Was he already gone forever?

Dean couldn't help these thoughts that entered his mind, but he still tried in vain to block them out by blasting Metallica.

The thought that kept surfacing in his mind was how he hadn't been paying much attention to his little brother lately.

The bond between Sam and Dean was one of the strongest that the elder Winchester had ever heard of, even in movies or on TV. As much as they bickered and fought, they always loved each other and would die with out the other. As different as they were, they still tried to understand each other and were always there for support. As many friends as they lost, they had always known that they would have each other.

But, for the one first time in his life, Dean didn't have the sturdy boulder of Sam to hold him up, he feared that his brother was gone forever, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Sure, he had been engulfed in horror before when Sam had gotten hurt in hunts, but this was different. All of those times he had been right by Sam's side, helping him fight through it.

Now Dean's 13 year old brother was home all by himself, probably in grave danger, all because Dean had to go to a stupid party with kids that he would never talk to again after he left this stupid little town.

But Dean would fix that.

Sam in his heart, fear in his mind, foot applying pressure to the gas pedal, and the engine pushing 95, Dean Winchester raced to reach his brother's side, praying to god he wasn't too late.

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