Well, let's cheer Sam on! lol :)

Sam made his way through the tunnel for what seemed like an eternity when he realized that the infernal thing did indeed have an ending. A faint light seemed to bounce into the walls further up ahead, making Sam cautiously hurry up his pace and turn off his flashlight which he no longer needed. He shoved it inside his jeans behind him, as he simultaneously pulled out his silver blade. It reflected a small patch of light, making the blade look sleek and shiny. Keeping it close to his chest, Sam got on his knees as he crawled the last few feet to the end of the tunnel, careful to not leave the tunnel until he had made sure what was beyond it.

Carefully peering out of it, his eyes took only a few seconds to readjust to the dim light, and he realized that his tunnel was the entrance to a surprisingly large room, with odds and ends strewn all over the place. He looked the room over carefully. It was then he saw him. Samuel was tied securely to a beam, and for all intents and purposes, bawling his eyes out. Sam felt his heart pump blood faster, making his temple throb, at the new adrenaline rush that was sweeping across his 6.4 frame. Holding his breath, Sam carefully inched his way to the beam where Samuel was tied to.

"Sam!" sobbed out tiny Samuel as his eyes brightened up at the sight of a familiar face.

"Hey, buddy," Sam smiled at him as he made put his index finger to his mouth, trying to keep Samuel's voice down for both their safeties. "It's ok…your mom asked us to find you…" he soothed him, like Sam always did when he helped people in his job. Samuel's wrists were tied above his head, and they were red and sore from the stiff rope that had held them in place for hours. "We're gonna get you outta here."

Samuel simply nodded, still frightened. But being caught crying had made his pride sting, making him choke back any leftover emotion, bent on proving his manhood. Boys don't cry…that's for sissies…he told himself as he gulped back one last sob and looked up at Sam expectantly, who was intent on cutting off his bonds.

"You must be real brave," Samuel observed as he looked at Samuel with admiration. "How did you know where to find me?" he asked curiously, despite himself.

Sam fought back a grin and sighed in relief as the last piece of rope finally gave through. Grabbing one of his wrists in between both of his big hands, Sam rubbed it, trying to get some of the circulation back into it. Then he did the same thing with the other tiny wrist, which was chaffed and blue, the result of a cold night and bruising from the rope.

"Let's just say we had a hunch," Sam responded lightly.

"We?" asked Samuel, not letting any word slip by unnoticed.

Sam smiled, realizing that nothing got past this kid. "Dean and me…and Jenny."

"Whose Jenny?" asked Samuel.

"She's Dean's girl," replied Sam as he helped the kid to his feet and made sure he didn't have any more injuries. Then anticipating that another question was coming along he added, "And if you ask one more question, I'll throttle you, sir."

Samuel sniffed. "I don't think you really mean that," he retorted sulkily.

"Don't try me kid," Sam replied, trying to muster up as much authority into his voice as possible. I gotta find Dean and Jenny and let them know the kid is all right… He paused as his quick eye spotted the entrance to the other tunnel, but Dean and Jenny were too well hidden from view in the shadows for him to see them. Turning back down to the kid beside him, Sam wondered where the hell "Jack" was. "Do you know where that creep went?" he asked Samuel abruptly. None of them would be safe until he was hunted down and taken care of.

Before Samuel could respond though, a gruff voice met his ears.

"I knew you'd come."

Sam's head whipped around, as his eyes locked with "Jacks's", who was barely a few feet away. Apparently, he had not been far behind him in his tunnel. He wondered why he had waited to make his appearance until now after he had untied Samuel. His protective mode kicking in, Sam pushed Samuel behind him, and he gripped his silver blade tighter, his arm tense and ready for anything.

"Stay back, Samuel," ordered Sam in a "no nonsense" tone. "Anything happen, I just want you to run and don't look back, you got it?" Sam added in a quiet, calm voice, not wanting to frighten the child any more than was necessary. As long as the kid didn't freak out on him, he knew he could handle the situation.

But Samuel had more guts in him that Sam gave him credit for, because he stayed put behind Sam, figuring Sam knew what he was talking about. "Yes, sir," Samuel replied respectfully as he glared at the shape shifter in front of them both. He figured it was safe to glare at him now that he had someone big enough like Sam to back him up.

The next minute, the shape shifter grabbed a lead pipe that was lying on the floor, and taking a few steps forward, he swung his handy weapon at Sam's face, who barely managed to duck in time. Realizing his blade was of little use at the moment, he threw Samuel to the floor, and he concentrated on blocking the shape shifter's advancing moves toward them. Enraged, the shape shifter started swinging widely, keeping Sam busy, trying to avoid getting his brain splattered across the room.

***

"Dean!" whispered Jenny as she tightened her grip on Dean's shoulder in fright despite herself as she saw Sam almost get his head knocked off by a lead pipe. Their stance from the entrance of the tunnel gave them a clear view of the room where Sam was busy holding back the shape shifter.

"Not yet, babe," Dean responded stubbornly, his brow wet with perspiration. Come on, Sam…you can do this…I know you can… He tensed despite himself. "Not yet," he repeated.

***

"Argh!" screeched the shape shifter as Sam managed to avoid his every move. He threw one more swing, this time successfully managing to hit him, the pipe coming into contact with Sam's shoulder, making Sam loose his balance despite himself.

"Ah!" Sam huffed out at the pain that seared through his back. Falling flat on the ground, he tensed as he saw the shape shifter come forward to hit him once more, but Sam kicked the shape shifter just below the knee, making him fall to floor too.

The next few seconds went by in slow motion to Sam as he threw himself on top of the shape shifter, in an effort to pin him to the floor. But needing both hands to pin him successfully down, it was impossible to both keep him down and stab him. Sam punched him in the face, making the shape shifter howl in pain. Then, Sam grimaced in disgust, because when the shape shifter opened his mouth to grunt, Sam saw one of his teeth fall off. He felt his stomach turn a flip flop as he realized that it wouldn't be long before the shape shifter starting falling apart…so to speak. Well…now or never… Sam thought grimly to himself as he punched him again. And again. He punched him until the creature made a noise similar to a whimper, then Sam tried to reach for his silver blade in his boot, but before he could successfully stab him, the unruly creature had grabbed his wrist, trying to turn it and make Sam stab himself.

"Get him, Sam!" yelled out Samuel from his stance on the floor where Sam had thrown him a few moments ago. If it had been up to him, he would have walked over and tried to lend a helping hand, but he had given Sam his word he would stay put, and he couldn't go back on his word. A man is only as good as his word, his mother often told him. "You can do it, Sam!" For the moment, Samuel would have to content himself with cheering his hero on.

Sam grunted with effort as he tried to disengage his arm from the shape shifter's vice like grasp. Suddenly, the shape shifter's hand seemed slip a bit, as his skin started to break through, making the creature loosen his grip despite his effort to avoid it. Sam chose this moment to use it to his advantage, and using every last bit of strength left in him he managed to free his wrist from his assailant's grasp, and successfully plunged the shiny silver blade into his opponents' heart. Letting out one last agonizing cry, the shape shifter shuddered, his arms dropping lifelessly to his sides on the floor.

Taking deep breaths, Sam gasped as he realized the fight was over. Closing the shape shifter's eyes, he got up from the lifeless body and walked over to where Samuel had obediently been waiting. Gathering him into a bear hug, Sam chuckled humorlessly, relieved that they had both made it barely without a scratch. Well, with the exception of a tingling sensation in his forehead. It was then he noticed that something warm was trickling down his cheek.

"You're face is bleeding, Sam!" Samuel observed as he pulled back from the hug and took Sam's face into his own too little ones, worry written all over his face.

Wiping his face gingerly with his sleeve, Sam shrugged. "Looks like," he commented dully. He hated to admit it, but he had one damn headache. Must have been when he hit me with that damn pole… He put a hand to his forehead, trying to asses the damage from the gash on his forehead, then looked at Sam's panic stricken face. "Hey…buddy…what's wrong?" he asked tensely, wondering if the kid had been hurt after all.

Samuel looked at the blood running down Sam's face soberly, his eyes open wide. Then, with the simplicity and bluntness of a child he asked solemnly, "Sam…are you going to die?"

***

Dean's loud laughter eased the tension on the way to Samantha's house. "Dude, that was priceless!" Dean repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time to Sam. Puckering up his face like child, Dean imitated Samuel's tiny voice to perfection. "Sam…are you going to die?" Then he tilted his head back and roared with laughter.

Samuel was sitting next to Sam in the back seat, and looking intently at the rear view mirror so he could see Dean's face, he finally protested. "I still don't understand why what I said was so funny, Mr. Dean," he mentioned stiffly. He didn't appreciate being laughed at. Especially when he didn't understand what there was to laugh at anyway.

"Mr. Dean?" Dean chuckled. "Man, I've been called many a thing in my thriving career, but never Mister Dean." He laughed again, somehow thinking that was even funnier than before.

Sam rolled his eyes at his pain in the ass brother and put his arm around Samuel casually, making Samuel lean his head against Sam's broad chest as he yawned. It had been one long day and he was tired out.

"Enjoy it, Dean…it'll be the last time it happens," Sam assured Dean with a smirk.

Jenny laughed and shook her head at the pair. "You too…" she giggled. Life was never boring with those two.

"I'm home!" Samuel suddenly called out as the Impala made it into the kid's driveway. Barely waiting for it to come to a complete stop, the crazy kid opened his door and ran to the house, making Dean slam the brakes so as to avoid an accident.

"Shit!" Dean breathed out, his nostrils flared. "Remind me to install child lock on the back doors next time."

"You can't blame the kid for getting a little over excited, Dean," Jenny soothed.

Exciting the car, the trio made their way to Samantha's front door, where Samantha had left the front door open, too busy hugging and kissing her child to notice anyone else for a good minute. "Oh my handsome baby boy," she crooned lovingly as she filled his forehead, cheeks, nose, and even his tiny hands with kisses. "Let me just drink you in, child," she breathed out, then her eyes filled with happy tears as she pulled him close to her chest, and she laughed happily, too happy for words.

Quietly entering the house, Jenny closed the door behind her, the click if the door snapping Samantha back to reality. Suddenly conscience of the funny trio's presence, Samantha loosened her hold on her boy, making Samuel sigh in relief. Then he pointed at Sam proudly with a big smile on his face. "Sam found me, Mom!" Samuel piped up, making Sam turned two shades darker of red.

"Oh no, really…we all found him," Sam stumbled over words, finding himself melt into butter at the admiring glance that Samantha was giving him, her eyes overflowing with gratefulness.

"Now don't you believe a word he says," Dean chuckled with an idiotic grin on his face as he gave Sam a hard slap on the shoulder making Sam wince. "Sam did it all by himself." Then he shoved Sam toward Samantha and he pulled Jenny a little ways back with him his arm around her waist, a ridiculous smirk on his face. This was Sam's hour, and Dean felt proud of his kid brother.

Standing up, Samantha took a step towards him, then hesitated. "Oh, Sam! You're hurt!" she exclaimed as her eyes saw the all too noticeable gash on his forehead. It had stopped bleeding, but the dried blood was still plastered all over his sticky face. She touched his face gingerly with her fingers, afraid of hurting him.

"It looks worse than it is…really," Sam breathed in nervously, as he realized uncomfortably that this beautiful woman was barely a foot away from him. He tried desperately to gather his wits, but he couldn't help but notice that she smelled of strawberry. Get a grip man… he told himself as he exhaled, so nervous, he didn't notice that he had his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"And I say it looks terrible," Samantha replied stubbornly. "We need to get you cleaned up."

Sam tried to inch away, but found himself cornered as Samantha led the way to her sofa, making Sam sit down as Samuel stood next to Sam happily, drinking in his new friend with a goofy grin of contentment on his small face. Samantha returned a while later with a first aid kit and sitting down next to him, she started cleaning up the dried blood on his face, her touch so gentle, that Sam couldn't help but notice the difference between her soft administrations and Dean's all but tender mercies whenever he had patched him up.

"Man, you got the magic touch," Sam commented out loud despite himself. "Dean's as gentle as a stampeding buffalo."

Samantha laughed and pulled back her hand trying to settle herself first, making Sam smile at her shyly. She had the most beautiful laugh. It had a silver ring to it, making Sam smile to think he had made her laugh. "Stay still, kiddo," Samantha returned a minute later after her laughter had died down, intent on cleaning up the cut before it got infected. "You're lucky…you're not going to need stitches."

Feeling like he would burst a casket unless he got a word in edge wise, Samuel piped up again, eager to relate Sam's fight with the shape shifter with a blow by blow account.

"Mom!" Samuel wheedled as he tugged at her arm. "You should have seen Sam swing at that guy!"

Samantha suppressed a bemused smile at her son's enthusiasm and lifted an eyebrow as she kept on cleaning Sam's face. "Oh?" was her sole remark.

"Yeah!" Samuel smiled from ear to ear. "Ok, so first the bad guy grabbed a big pipe and swung at Sam—"

Samantha stopped abruptly in her work and looking from her son to Sam she gasped. "Sam, did that really happen?"

Not giving Sam a chance to respond, Samuel answered for him. "Yeah! Then he hit Sam like two times I think with it I think—"

"Oh, Sam!" interjected Samantha, her face full of pity for Sam's woe.

Dean smirked even wider. At first thinking that the kid would get in the way between Sam and getting laid, he couldn't help but realize now that quite the opposite was true. Thanks to the imp's blow by blow account, Sam was going to be quite a Superman in Samantha's eyes by the time the kid was done telling his story. "Yeah, tell your mom all about it, kid," Dean prodded Samuel encouragingly as he playfully tapped the kid's shoulder with his big hand, careful to not topple the kid over. "I'm sure she wants to know all about it."

"Dean…" Sam glared at Dean, his ears a bright pink.

"No, Sam, Dean's right," Samantha said earnestly. "I do want to know exactly what happened." She smiled at him with even more appreciation, realizing he had put his life in danger to rescue her child. "Tell me exactly what happened, Samuel," Samantha nodded at her boy, who was only too happy to comply.

For the next five minutes, Samuel managed to glorify Sam into a god, making superman seem like a weakling in comparison. Then when he came to the end about Sam stabbing the creature, Samuel's boyish soul took roguish pleasure in dwelling into a minute detail account of that.

"…and then he stabbed him in the heart and there was blood all over the place!" Samuel described with glee. "Sam had so much blood in his hands, he had to wash them in a filling station before we got here and—"

"Uh, ok, buddy…I think that's more than enough for now," Sam interrupted, noticing that Samantha's face seemed to be turning into an unhealthy shade of green.

"You had…to…to stab him?" Samantha asked in a small voice.

"Uh…" Sam hesitated, wondering if she was thinking he was a murdering maniac now.

"Course he had too," Dean interrupted, trying to save the moment. "It's the only way to kill those things—" He stopped short at the look that Samantha gave him, not quite sure how read it. "Uh…I mean…silver…you know? It's the only thing that kills them. So he had to use a knife…unless he'd have had silver bullets…we did make those once…but we didn't have any today so—"

"Silver bullets!" interrupted Samuel with wide eyes. "You mean like the Lone Ranger?"

"Who?" asked Dean with a blank look on his face.

Sam chuckled. "It's a cowboy program from the 50's, Dean. He had an Indian as a sidekick and he used silver bullets as symbol of justice."

"Man, when I grow up, I'm gonna use silver bullets…and I'm gonna get a hunting knife…and I'm gonna kill all kinds of bad things!" Really into the spirit now, Samuel threw himself to the ground, pretending to die of an imaginary bullet that had hit him in the chest.

Samantha looked at Sam, and arched a single eyebrow. "Well, I hope you're satisfied with yourself, sir. Thanks to you, my son wants to join your profession." She clicked her tongue playfully at him. "All done," she added as she finished patching up Sam. She put the first aid kit aside, and just looked at Sam softly, her silence speaking volumes.

Sam simply looked back at her quietly, shyly at first, then he flashed her a brief smile and shrugged playfully, making Samantha smile even wider. Looking at the both of them, Dean saw his chance to both slip away, and get Sam laid. Grabbing onto Jenny hand and winking at her mischievously, he made his way to the door and remarked casually, "Uh…why don't you two—"

"Three!" corrected Samuel in annoyance. He got the feeling that Dean seemed to be wishing him out of the room and that made him scowl at him.

Dean rolled his eyes, and Jenny hid a slight laugh behind her hand as she looked with tenderness leaking out her eyes at Samuel. "Fine…why don't the THREE of you stay and hang out or something and Jenny and I'll just scoot or something…you know…Sam can stay with you and …well…whatever it is you two want to do together…uh…yeah…" he paused, stumbling over words, since the presence of the small kid seemed to unnerve him for some bizarre reason. He didn't feel quite right in his element when kids were around. "Yeah…so, you all just stay here and … uh…chill…no hurries!" That said, he practically dragged Jenny out of the house alongside of him, and he shut the door behind him, leaving one flabbergasted Sam cursing at him and Samantha smiling at his none too subtle move.

"Is he always this pushy?" Samantha asked candidly, still looking at the door through which Dean had just made his all but smooth get away.

"Uh…"Sam rolled his eyes. Then he smiled despite himself. "Pretty much."

"That's what I thought," she replied lightly as she shook her head at the uncouth youth.

"Uh, yeah…sorry about that…that's Dean for you," Sam explained, trying to figure out where to get from there.

"You know," Samantha observed smoothly in a whisper, "I think your brother thinks you're about to get laid."

Sam sputtered, making Samantha laugh at him. He was quite a site all right. Huge 6.4 man with the cutest wavy brown hair that had the tendency to get into his eyes. Not to mention the most adorable puppy dog eyes with the sweet quiet smile of his and two adorable dimples which had the ability to win their way into any girl's heart. And now Sam had turned two distinct darker shades of red, making Samantha think privately to herself that this was the most sweetest if not down right adorable guy she had come across with for a longer time than she cared to remember.

"No, no…no way," Sam protested, and jumping up from the couch like it was a hot stove, he started edging toward the door, jumbling up his words along as he went. "I would never…I didn't come here for that…"

Samantha pursed her lips demurely. "Of course not," she agreed. Then she stood up and smoothing her jeans, she walked to where Sam was making his way for the door, and gently grabbing his wrist, she flashed him her best smile. "So now that we got that all cleared out, why don't you boys sit down and enjoy yourselves while I get a bite to eat for all of us?" She tilted her head, her eyes clearly telegraphing to him that she really wanted him to stay.

Gulping, Sam nodded nervously, wiping his sweaty hands on the back pockets of his jeans.

"You staying for a while?" Samuel asked as he trotted over to his mom and wrapped his arms around her leg, giving Sam a good dose of puppy dog eyes, which helped to ease the sexual tension in the room by making both of them laugh at the kid.

"Looks like," Sam finally responded as he hi-fived the kid. "With one condition," he suddenly added, his voice earnest as he looked directly at Samantha.

"What condition?" she asked, suddenly suspicious.

"That you let me help you…I'm not planning on sitting around while you do all the work in the kitchen." His self confidence effacing for the first time since he had arrived at her home that day, he smiled at her, his dimples making Samantha all but melt before him. Unbeknown to Sam, the girl was a sucker for dimples.

"You think you can find yourself around a kitchen, sir?" she flirted.

Leaning ever so slightly toward her and locking his eyes with hers, he lowered his voice into a husky whisper. "I know I can, ma'am," he smirked.

Ah, a new side to Sam in born...and don't ya all just wish Sam would come visit you and play house?? lol