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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. There's a flashback scene that's from my story "Not What It Seems".
Back at Hollinger's place, Dean groaned.
"Okay. Ow," he groaned.
"Yeah. That's what happens when you get overprotective," Sam told him.
"Dude, you've been my responsibility since I was four," Dean reminded him.
"Yeah. I know," Sam sighed.
"Four? You said that earlier. Where were your parents?" Mickey wondered.
"Well, Mom was killed, and Dad---had stuff to do," Sam answered difficulty. "Dean does a great job too. Even when I don't want it," he continued.
"Hey, man. No chick-flick moments," Dean groaned. Sam laughed. Just then, they all heard the footsteps. Oh, man. Not again, Dean thought to himself. Everyone tensed and once again, Sam was pushed out of view.
"Nice try, boys. Not this time," Hollinger told them. Sam tensed and began shaking.
"Don't worry, Sammy. He ain't gettin' to you," Dean assured. Hollinger just smirked and walked up to them. Then he shoved Mickey out of the way. Mickey groaned in pain as he landed on an injured rib. Then Hollinger turned to Dean, who straightened his stance and planted his feet. Hollinger may have been able to dispose of Mickey, but there was no way this freak was gettin' through him. He'd die for Sammy, just like Sammy would die for him.
"Is that the way it's gonna be, boy?" Hollinger sneered.
"I will never let you get to my brother," Dean responded. Hollinger just smirked. Who did this kid think he was?
"Okay, boy. We'll do this the hard way," the man said. With that, he reared back a hand and smacked Dean across the face. The older Winchester groaned, and then laughed.
"What? You think I haven't been smacked harder than this? You really think I'm gonna crack and let you get to my brother?" he asked in disbelief.
"Who said anything about you crackin', boy?" Hollinger jeered. For a moment, Dean was confused. Then it hit him: Sammy. He could never handle it when someone else was hurt instead of him.
"Stay strong, Sammy. Stay strong," Dean muttered. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat. He---he couldn't let Dean get hurt for him. Not again. He couldn't let either of them get hurt for him again. There had been too much of that. Especially from Dean.
"Well, what's it gonna be...punk?" Hollinger queried. Dean heard angry rattling from Sam and the older Winchester's mind went back. Dean blew out an irritated breath and messed up his hair with his hands.
"You are being such a punk," he snapped. Enraged, Sam grabbed Dean's shirt and shoved him against the wall.
"Don't call me that," he said thickly. Dean let out a sigh. So that's why Sammy had lost it the time he had called him a punk. It was because this guy.
"Well? I'm waiting," Hollinger stated as the door burst open.
"Keep waiting," an officer said.
"Wha---how did---?" Mickey groaned. Though he had been conscious the entire time, the pain in his ribs had kept him from speaking.
"Good detective work and good CSI's," an officer answered. "Now you are under arrest for kidnapping and from what I can tell, torture," she continued, taking his hands and cuffing as she read him his rights. As this was going on, the other officers freed Mickey, Sam, and Dean.
"Are you three okay?" one asked.
"Yeah. I've been hit harder," Dean answered.
"I think I have a couple of bruised ribs," Mickey said almost at the same time.
"And you?" an officer asked Sam.
"Hollinger wasn't able to get to me. Mick and my brother protected me," Sam answered.
"Yeah. You're so weak, you always have to be protected," Hollinger sneered. Sam reared back a fist and punched him in the face.
"He hit me! The little brat hit me!" Hollinger roared.
"I didn't see anything. Did you guys see anything?" the arresting officer queried.
"No. Not a thing," her colleagues replied. With that, they were all lead out.