So this chapter is probably the shortest yet. Reason? I'm kinda running out of ideas lol. So it's three stories in one and better then nothing right? Riiight? lol

Five-ish chapters left! O_o And I have finished writing all chapters now! Jippi! I promised you I would finish this didn't I? Now I just need to get them sent over to right computer and beta checked =) Also there will probably be some alt. chapters =)

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U - Unarmed
Three times Sam has been caught unarmed.

Set to "The Benders"

He watched from the old family car as a young man left the bar alone.

"Perfect," Lee Bender smirked. The kid was tall and probably a bit of a fighter, but Lee knew he could take him. He was a little smaller than the young man, but he was stronger built. He quietly got out of the car, but then had to kneel down behind another car as something else caught his prey's attention. The man knelt down in front of a car and jumped back as something under the car spooked him. Lee smiled. It was always easier to catch their prey when they thought they were safe. He stood up again and took quick up to the man's back, a soaked cloth in hand. Before the taller man had a chance to react, Lee closed one strong arm around his chest and placed the cloth over his nose and mouth. The kid started tossing at once, but the movements were getting sluggish quickly and the arm that hit Lee across the head was weak. Lee looked around him to make sure nobody saw what was going on and didn't look back down at his prey before the young man was limp in his arms. Lee secured both arms around the man's chest and easily dragged him to his own car. The back door was already open and ready. Lee loaded the unconscious kid into the back before securing the lock and hurrying in behind the wheel and drove off, satisfied smile on his face. This one was going to be a good hunt.
When Sam opened his eyes he needed a moment to remember where he was. When the moment had passed, he realized that he had no idea where he was. He sat up carefully in what seemed to be a cage and ran a hand over his head. No wounds so he assumed he must have been drugged or something. He squinted through the bars of the cage and noticed another one just a meter away from him, also containing another man. Perhaps that was the man he and Dean were looking for. Turned out it was and as far as saving him - that didn't turn out very successful. The sick shitheads that had caught Sam were just humans, but far more disturbing than many supernatural creatures they had met throughout their lives. Including the Wendigo that ripped its victims apart.
Sam felt sick just by looking at daddy Bender where he was lying on the barn floor, gloating and disgusting. The lady cop told him to go get his brother so he did, but he had a feeling that maybe leaving the cop alone with the Bender wasn't such a good idea - for daddy Bender that is. He did as he was told anyway and he needed to make sure his brother was okay. When he was outside the house he could hear shouting from inside and ran in through the door.

"Dean!" Sam ran in through the door and found his brother fighting off a little girl with a knife. Once Dean managed to wrench the knife out of her hands he grabbed the girl and locked her up in a closet. It wasn't before then Dean noticed Sam.

"Sam! You're okay!" Dean smiled widely and hurried over to his little brother, quickly checking him over. Sam just nodded, relieved that his brother was seemingly okay too.

"Oh shut up already," Dean growled over his shoulder in the direction of the closet with the screaming girl,

"Man that girl is going to need therapy," Dean claimed as they left the dirty house. Once outside they saw the lady cop coming up from the barn, looking tired, sick and terribly sad. When they asked about daddy Bender she told them he tried to escape so she shot him. It was pretty clear what had really happened, but neither of them mentioned it. Not only because she was authority, but with what the Benders had done to her brother... no one could blame her.
She told them to leave before the backup came and who were they to argue? The cops would find shit loads of illegal shit on them, but she was willing to let them go. They silently thanked her before starting on the long walk back to town and the Impala.

"Next time keep the gun with you, alright?" Dean said annoyed when Sam wouldn't leave the topic of Dean being worried about him alone.

"Dean, I can't carry a gun everywhere..." Sam claimed and looked from his brother to the road when they heard sirens. They jumped into the bushes beside the road before the police cars drove past them.

"Thanks for worrying though," Sam added with a laugh and Dean just huffed and got up.

Set to "Bad Day at Black Rock"

"Maybe we should just keep looking?" Greedy suggested as Kubrick stopped in front of him.

"What do you think we're doing? We'll find him. We've been led th-" a loud thud silenced both of them and they turned to look at a window when the drapes suddenly were ripped away from it.

"Told you," Kubrick muttered as Sam Winchester fell to the floor, tangled in the drapes. The young hunter hit his head against the floor and stopped moving. The two of them stood looking for a few seconds before Greedy spoke up,

"Did he just... knock himself out?" he tilted his head a bit,

"That's really stupid."
Kubrick just smiled and looked up at the sky. He then quickly looked around them before going to the door, finding it locked, but he was an expert at picking locks so in a matter of seconds they were in. Kubrick ordered Greedy to get their weapons and duck tape while he took care of the unconscious man. He had gotten Sam onto the chair just as Greedy came back into the room and started duck taping him to the chair.

"Oh, he's awake," Greedy claimed out loud and Kubrick came over. Sam blinked a few times, not catching everything that was being said. The last thing he knew a hand came flying and everything turned black again as he lost consciousness. This day was, without doubt, in the top three worst days of his life...
The first thing Sam saw when he woke up again was the white ceiling; then noticed that his cheeks were burning from where Kubrick kept punching him. The idiots were talking about Gordon and that luck like this doesn't just happen, but when he tried to explain the luck he was shut up with a snap of fingers. Sam was glad Dean didn't see that - him flinching at a simple snap of fingers from a man standing too far away, but he'd already been punched enough by that same hand, so who could blame him?
He was pulled out from his train of thoughts when a gun clicked and he was looking up the barrel.

"No wait. Hold on," Sam tried to convince Kubrick to not shoot, but he got unexpected help from Greedy.
Yes, listen to your buddy, Sam begged silently. He forced his eyes closed when Kubrick aimed the gun back at his face, but he was interrupted again. Sam could swear his brother had never been a sweeter sight.

"Put the gun down," Kubrick told Dean and turned to his brother.

"You mean this one?" Dean asked amused.

"Yeah. That one," Kubrick said raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Alright," Dean put his gun down on the table and Sam frowned, wondering what the hell his brother was pulling this time.

"But there's something you don't know about me," Dean picked up a pen instead and Greedy and Kubrick followed it, unsure of what the hell the other man was up to.

"Yeah, and what is that?" Kubrick was getting impatient now.

"It's my lucky day," Dean smirked and threw the pen in a smooth hand move and it lodged itself into Kubrick's gun. Sam gasped surprised, Kubrick started wrestling the pen out and Greedy charged at Dean, but Dean avoided him easily. Greedy kept running right into the wall and fell back, hitting his head on the floor.

"I'm awesome," Dean gloated, throwing a cheeky smile at his brother. Kubrick finally got the pen out, but before he had time to point the gun at Dean - a remote control came flying and hit him in between the eyes. This time both Sam and Dean gaped in amazement as Kubrick fell to the floor as well.

"I'm Batman," Dean grinned at Sam.

"Yeah. You're Batman," Sam snorted,

"Can you get me out of here please?" he asked tiredly and Dean hurried over. He found scissors and got Sam out, wincing at his little brother's bruised face.

"Next time leave me with a gun, okay?" Sam got up and Dean helped him out to the Impala.

"Yeah, as if. I couldn't have done that now, Sam. You'd probably just shoot yourself even with the gun in another room," Dean joked. Sam couldn't really argue with that. They both came to an agreement to go right to the cemetery to burn the rabbit's foot, despite Sam's face still hurting.

"What happened anyway? I told you not to move," Dean eyed Sam as they headed for the cemetery.

"The air conditioner started burning or something. I couldn't just sit there and burn alive. Then my arm caught fire and... Those guys showed up," Sam explained quickly.

"They just came and you let them in?" Dean squinted accusingly.

"I kinda knocked myself out too... can we not talk about this?" Sam said quickly and Dean laughed before nodding.

"Sure, whatever. Klutz," Dean snickered.

Set to "99 Problems"

"What are you doing?" Sam sat up straighter in the passengers seat in the Impala. They had been driving all day and the sun had just vanished behind the tree tops. Now they were on a no-name road in the middle of nowhere because Dean hadn't bothered stopping at the last motel they saw and he sure as hell wasn't going to let Sam boss over him.

"I need to take a leak. Get off my back will ya?" Dean said as he steered the Impala over to the side of the road. He tossed Sam a weak smile when he came off more angry than he wanted before getting out of the car. So Sam wasn't his favorite person at the moment after all those sucky memories in Heaven, but at the same time, Dean kept thinking of the moment Roy shot Sam (while the kid was full on puppy eyes too). It was sickening and he couldn't get the picture of Sam's dead body on the bed, face turned in his direction, arms thrown back by the blast from the gun and his chest shredded and bloody, out of his head. He knew his brother couldn't control the memories in Heaven, but it still hurt that memories that were his hell, were Sam's Heaven. He walked a little down the road, away from the car, before doing his business. He could hear Sam getting out of the car as well and turned to look over his shoulder. Sam was simply resting back against the car, waiting patiently. Dean sighed. Why the hell was their life so freaking complicated? No matter how sick he got of Sam, no matter how much his brother would hurt him - he would never be able to just turn his back on his brother - and not turn back. He could force himself to believe he could live without his brother, but it'd soon enough come and bite him in the ass.

"Dean!" Sam shouted when Dean had done his business. He spun around in time to see some guy charging at his brother with a knife. Sam threw a punch right in the face of the man, but the man bounced back seemingly unhurt. Demons. Dean cursed himself for being unarmed and knew Sam was as well. He ran as fast as he could to the car, past Sam to the trunk. He could hear Sam yelp in pain, but knew he would be to no use until he got hold of a weapon. He grabbed Ruby's knife and stalked right over to the demon that had a choking hold on his brother.

"Get off him!" Dean growled and dug the knife in the demon's back. The demon exploded inside the vessel until the body collapsed to the floor. Dean noticed a cut on Sam's upper arm, but was cut off from checking it when Sam pointed behind him.

"What the hell?" Dean squinted in the direction of the road where they had come from. A huge group of what he could only assume were demons was running in their direction.

"Shit! Get in the car, Sam," Dean opened the door for Sam and pushed him in before running around, starting the car and driving off just as the demons reached the car.

"Where the hell did they come from!" Dean shouted, checking the mirrors to see that they were getting away, but the demons were still running after them.

"Dean!" Sam shouted and pointed through the front of the car when black smoke came shooting out of the forest. Dean spun the car down another road, barely avoiding the smoke.

"You okay?" Dean asked when he noticed that Sam was checking out the cut.

"I'm awesome," Sam panted with a pained smile,

"Look up," his brother again made Dean look back on the road and he slammed on the breaks. A huge car was in full flames. He put his car in reverse and was about to turn the car when the windows broke and demons grabbed them.

"Dean!" Sam cried when demons started dragging him out the window, hurting his wounded arm even more. Just when everything looked bleak for them they heard a voice on speakers. The demons let go of them and they pulled themselves back into the car just as water was all around them. The demons shrieked when the holy water hit them and they left their vessels in a hurry. Dean tired to get a look through all the water and noticed a truck with men, hosing the demons down with water while speaking Latin over speakers.

Turned out those guys were no hunters - just normal humans dragged into this war. Convincing them that they could help, the men let Sam and Dean come with them back to the town.

"That was kinda weird wasn't it?" Dean muttered as they followed the new hunters back to their town.

"Yeah. But it's Apocalypse..." Sam reminded him.

"Mhm. Which means we gotta be armed taking a leak too," Dean snorted humorlessly.