Chapter 18

During their meal, Sam excused himself to the bathroom. As he walked there, the waitress motioned to one of the men who had kept staring at the three. He nodded his head and stood up and headed towards the kitchen. He cut through it towards the hallway where the bathrooms were and he waited. Finally, Sam came out. The guy put a gun at the base of his neck.

"I swear, you even try to yell for those other two and I will shoot you." He said. Sam raised his hands up over his head. "Now you and me are going on a little walk. We don't take to kindly to your kind here."

"What do you mean my kind?" Sam asked. The man kicked him in his lower back.

"You fags." He said. "God didn't put woman on this earth for you to go around sleeping with other men. That sodomy boy! It's a sin!" He hit Sam again. Sam grunted. The guy pushed him through the kitchen, where no one even but up a fuss to what the guy was doing. If this guy was focused onto him, then he wasn't onto Dean and Priestly. At least he hoped.

"Sam's taking awhile." Priestly said.

"Well, he has to adjust his make-up, powder his nose, probably change his tampon." Dean laughed. Priestly rolled his eyes with a smile, then looked out the window. That's when he saw something that made his heart stop. "Dean!"

"Wh't." Dean asked with a mouth full of food. Priestly didn't answer. He stood and ran outside. Dean looked out to see what Priestly had seen. It was Sam being horded into a van by a big man with a rifle. "Sam!" Dean yelled. The van took off with a loud squeal. Priestly skidded to a stop.

"Get your car!" He said. "We have to follow him!"

"Get in!" Dean yelled as he slid across the hood of the car and got to the drivers side. Him and Priestly were both in the car at the same time, not even bothering to buckle up before Dean stomped down on the gas pedal and raced off after the van.

"Where are you taking me?" Sam asked. The guy that was driving looked in the rearview mirror. The passenger guy turned around and looked at the third guy who was riding with Sam.

"We're going to make you pray for salvation for your sins." The guy said. That's when Sam realized that the guy in the passenger seat was dressed in priest's clothing. "And if you don't, then we will kill you."

"But you're a man of God." Sam said. "You can't just go around killing people. I think they look down on murderers at the Gates." Sam said. The guy in the back slapped him. The passenger guy started to talk.

"They also look down on men fucking other men like animals." The guy in the back said. The driver hadn't said much, if anything at all. They hit a gravel road and soon they stopped. Sam was forced out of the van by the guys and taken to a giant stone cross. If this wasn't an alter, then he didn't know what one was.

"Down on your knees." The priest said. Sam had to bite his lip from laughing. That sounded like something Jesse would have told Sam, or maybe Priestly if he really wanted to do that. Sam knelt in front of the cross. "Pray." The priest said. "Pray that God forgives you for your wrongdoing."

"I haven't done anything." Sam said. That's when he heard the gun loading and he felt the gun being pressed against his back. Sam thought that his life was over right then, that he had survived Jesse just to be killed by some religious freaks in the middle of nowhere.

"Drop the gun." Someone said. The priest and the others turned around to see Priestly and Dean standing there, both holding guns. Sam went to stand up, but the driver pushed him into the cross. His head hit one of the arms and he fell down. Priestly glared angrily at the guy who had pushed him.

"I said drop the damn gun." Dean said. The priest pushed the gun in the other guys hand down. "Why the hell did you kidnap my brother?"

"He's committing a sin." The priest said. "Both him and this…punk…have committed sins, together." Dean had enough of this. Normally, he wouldn't shoot a holy man, but this guy, this small town prick, had gone too far. He unloaded his bullets into him. The other two ran forward and Priestly shot them both only using one bullet each. What Dean didn't know about Sam's boyfriend was that he use to be an amateur game hunter before he took the way of the hippie. After the bullets stopped flying, Priestly ran for Sam, who was slowly getting up.

"Get the number off that truck?" Sam asked as Priestly knelt by him. He quickly pulled Sam into a hug.

"Are you okay Sammy?" He asked. Sam nodded his head. "I'm so sorry." He added. Sam stood up, Priestly following.

"It's not your fault." Sam sad. "How's about we just get the hell out of here right now?"

"Works for me." Dean said. He helped Priestly walk Sam away from the cross and the dead bodies. The more Dean thought about it, he didn't really feel that bad for shooting the priest. He hurt his little brother. "Vegas, here we come. Sam slapped him.

"No!" He yelled while Priestly laughed.

"Get me the hell out of here." Jesse more said through the phone to his best friend. "Where's Sam?"

"He took off with the freak." Jesse's friend Eric Gamble said. "Hard telling what he's doing with him now."

"I swear, you have to get me out of here." Jesse said.

"You're not able for parole yet." Eric said. Jesse smiled.

"I have a plan." Jesse said. "You just track down Sam Winchester. I'll handle the rest." Eric nodded his head and went to work.

Bad Jesse! Hit on the nose! I think he needs a time-out, or maybe a good throwing off a cliff. Please review!