Sam stared up at Roddnie.
"R-roddnie..hey.." Sam stuttered in a quiet voice. He was as white as a ghost. This was the moment he'd been dreading all day. And now that no one was around, he knew that no one could save him.
Sam didn't move from the ground, frozen with fright. Roddnie smiled, staring down at Sam.
"Hey Winchester." he said. Sam gulped, still staring at Roddnie while his back was half off the ground, holding himself up with his elbows. Roddnie suddenly grabbed Sam's shirt and picked Sam up off the ground. Suddenly, his bag was being ripped from his back by Roddnie.
"No soft landings." He said, smiling. Sam was confused, then suddenly, Roddnie threw, or rather dropped Sam on his back onto the pavement.
Sam let out a grunt of pain, not giving Roddnie the satisfaction of any tears. He was determined to stay square with Roddnie. He wouldn't cry nor scream. His father had always told him never to show weakness to an opponent.
"Too bad that drunk of a father ain't here to save ya, huh?" Roddnie teased. He laughed.
Sam was pissed. He hated when people taunted him or his father. He thought of what his brother would say.
"Hey jabba the hut, at least my father loves me enough not to let me become a fat ass." Sam said calmly.
Roddnie's laughter haulted altogether. He stared at Sam with daggers.
Sam knew what he'd gotten himself into. He suddenly stopped laughing at him own joke.
Sam suddenly found himself being crushed by Roddnie's weight on top of him. He found it hard to breathe and tried shoving Roddnie off, but his arms were pinned onto his stomach, where Roddnie sat. He wriggled around, trying to get free, but it was no use.
Roddnie smiled. "It's my turn, you little rat." he said in a rough voice.
Roddnie suddenly started punching Sam in the face. At first, it was very light and playful punches, but they got harder and harder every punch. Sam soon found that he had a bloody nose and a very bad migrane.
His vision was getting blurry, and he just wanted to sleep. He was so tired.
"Sammy!"
He suddenly heard tires squealing, then a voice. It was very faint, but all too much familiar. It screamed out Sam's name. He smiled, thinking he was being called by an angel. Then suddenly, the weight on his body was gone. So..This is what it's like to die, Sam thought.
Sam then fell unconscious into a deep sleep.
Dean was headed home, ready to bombard Sam on what was bothering him. He found it odd how Sam didn't call Dean yet, though. Whenever Sam got home, he was ordered to call Dean straight away, letting Dean know where he was. But Dean knew that Sam would've been home by now.
Dean sped up, worrying about his little brother's safety. Maybe he just stopped at a store or something, maybe he's fine, Dean thought. But it was very unlike Sam to stop anywhere on the way home.
He took out his phone, dialing the number he had memorized for many years. "C'mon, Sammy, pick up.." he whispered to himself.
It rang. 1..2..3..4..5. Dean hung up, throwing his phone to the ground.
"Damnit, Sammy!" he yelled, worry creeping at his head. He hit the pedal down all the way. He turned the corner where their house was located. He saw what looked like a fat kid and skinny kid, one trying to rape the other or something along those lines. He laughed for a second, but then as he got closer, saw that Sam was being beat up.
Dean stopped the car with a squeal. He jumped out as soon as the car stopped.
"Sammy!" he yelled. His brother was white, covered in blood, and on the edge of unconciousnous.
Roddnie looked up, knowing who's voice it was. "Shit.." he muttered, he suddenly got off of Sam and ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Yeah, that's right, you better run, you bastard!" Dean yelled. He was furious with whoever had hurt his brother. He decided he'd let the kid go, seeing as Sam was now unconscious.
Dean sprinted to his brother's side, and bent down and scooped his brother into his arms into a hug. He pulled Sam's head onto his chest.
"It's gonna be ok, Sammy, I'm gonna take care of ya." He said. He took off his father's leather jacket and put it under Sam's head carefully and ran back to the Impala. He knew his dad would not tolerate it if he took Sam to the doctors, so he called his father.
It rang once..twice..three times..four..five. Dean cursed under his breathe.
He ran back to Sam. Sam had come to a little and was groaning in pain. Dean looked at Sam and felt like crying.
He scooped his brother into his arms, pressing the leather jacket on Sam's head to cover his head and carried him to the Impala. Instead of setting Sam in the back, he set him in the passenger seat, scrambling with the keys and he hurried to get home. He finally got the keys in the ignition and pressed the gas down.
Please be ok, Sammy, Dean thought.
Dean took his brother's hand for a moment, reassuring not only Sam, but himself that he would be ok.
"Hold in there, Sammy. I gotcha." Dean whispered.
He prayed his words were true.
Another chapter complete. Should be one up maybe tomorrow, can't guarantee anything though. No, i do not have this story pre-written, i think along the way, so sorry if it's not it's best. :\ But thank you guys so much for the positive reviews, because reviews are love. And i love you guys. Thanks!