Chapter Two

Sam closed the textbook in a rather accomplished manner. That great feeling one gets when finally finishing a homework assignment rushed over him. He stood from the neatly made bed and returned his books to his bag so he wouldn't forget them the next day.

"Hey, Bones. Ready for a walk?" Sam asked the dog who laid his head on Sam's pillow. The dog's head immediately perked up at the mention of the W-word.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam laughed, opening the bedroom door to let the now-excited dog out.

"Hey, I'm taking Bones for a walk. Finished my homework," Sam called to the pastor.

"Alright, be home in ten, dinner's almost ready!" he called back.

Sam nodded as he attached the leash to Bones' collar which was difficult since the dog was so excited he wouldn't hold still. He pulled his coat back on and slid into his already tied shoes, leaving the house for the last time.

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There was a lovely trail in the woods that Sam liked to walk during any season. The trees made a sort of archway for travelers and Sam felt as if he was on a sort of Lord of the Rings journey anytime he passed under the midwestern sky.

Bones was happily running ahead of Sam to sniff every log and moss patch available. Sam was paying more attention to the sky and the trees that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind him.

"Hye," someone said behind him, causing Sam to jump and almost let go of Bone's leash.

"Oh, geez! I'm sorry! You scared me!" Sam said as he turned to look at the stranger.

The mab was dressed in almost all black. He had greenish eyes and short, light brown hair. His hands were tucked into his pockets and he was a bit taller than Sam.

"It's alright. I'm new here, just wondering which way to the main road. Left my car there," the man admitted, a smirk on his face.

"Oh, yeah. Um, go back to the turn and just follow it to the right. Should be easy," Sam said, feeling off about the whole encounter. Something seemed familiar about the man and he just couldn't place it.

The man looked a little lost at Sam's explanation of directions.

"Um, this sounds lame, but could you just show me? I'm terrible with directions."

Sam thought for a minute. He had to get home. Jim didn't like it when he was late for dinner and besides, he didn't know this man. But, wouldn't it be a good thing to help someone find their way? Jim wouldn't mind if he was a few minutes late because he was helping someone in need. And it was a thing pastors did. God must have guided this stranger Sam's way to test him and see if he was meant to later spread the word of God.

"Yeah, just follow me!" Sam finally said.

The stranger smiled. "Great, thank you so much!"

"No problem," Sam said as he led the way to the main road.

The man simply followed, not saying much. Sam could feel his eyes on his back and tried not to think about how this was probably a bad idea. But, it was a small town and nothing bad ever happened in small towns. Why should he be so worried?

The trio continued to walk until they reached the clearing where the main road was visible. Sam could see a bit of an old back car. It wasn't until he was standing about five feet from it that he noticed the brand.

"Nice car," Sam said, looking at it closely. A Chevrolet Impala. Something seemed awfully familiar about that car. It was the same feeling Sam got when he first saw the man.

"Okay," Sam said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "There's your car. I should be heading back now."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Sam," the strange man said, a glint of something evil in his eyes.

"H-how do you k-know my name?" Sam asked, backing up.

"Why shouldn't I? I haven't forgotten. Unlike you."

Sam tried to run but the man grabbed him, his reflexes better than Sam's. A needle that had been in his pocket this whole time shot into Sam's neck, making the younger man go limp. Sam dropped the leash and Bones ran off. The stranger didn't notice.

He was too busy shoving Sam's unconscious body into the trunk.

"Home at last, little brother," Dean Winchester said as he closed the lid.