Sammy's First Hunt

Sam looked out the window and watched the sun go down. Tonight was a special night. Dean said it was time for him to lose his hunting virginity. He had rolled his eyes at that since Dean had always been the one to go after the girls and work his moves. He had to admit that he was nervous about going with just Dean. All the other times they hunted Dad was around and usually they kept him out of it by giving him the research portion to do.

That didn't bother Sam since he liked to learn but the hunting game was starting to get old and pretty fast. There were things that he wanted to do but he couldn't because of the job. He had to go into the family business as the phrase went. Still this was an opportunity to spend time with his big brother even if it was a hunt.

Sam always looked up to Dean. The main reason was because Dean took care of everything. If there was a problem, it was Dean that fixed it. Dad was someone to go to too and Uncle Bobby but it was Dean who knew him inside and out. It was Dean who made sure that nothing bad ever happened to him.

"Hey ya ready Sammy?"

Sam looked away from the window and scowled at Dean, "Don't call me that?"

"I will once you grow, Shorty," Dean replied with a grin on his face. He was glad that Sam was finally going to do what he and Dad did. He was just going to have to be careful about it since technically Sam wasn't supposed to go on these kinds of things. Dad said something about having proper supervision.

It wasn't that Dean wanted to disobey Dad but for some reason Dad kept putting off including Sam in the actual hunt. To an extent Dean could understand why. Hell he wanted his little brother to have as near a normal life as possible and he was hoping that Dad wouldn't harangue the kid for wanting to do normal stuff like go to college. It was a bit early to be thinking about that but Dean secretly wished it upon Sam.

Sam was a research genius. The kid was smart and picked up on things a lot quicker than most people. Hell Dean himself taught the kid to read and write before he was in kindergarten. He taught Sam how to throw a punch and fight and well a lot of things that were important for a big brother to teach. Of course he still was the Ace when it came to kicking his little brother's ass. That was a given since he was the awesome, cool big brother.

Dean knew that Dad was probably going to be pissed if he found out about this unsanctioned hunt but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Dad was out on a different job and Dean found this one by accident. It was a relatively easy one; a salt and burn. It was just the thing to break in Sammy's boots. He told Sam about it and said that they should take care of it.

Of course Sam had to be the pansy and annoying by asking questions. He even asked the 'what about dad' question. Dean couldn't believe that Sam even asked that and took a concern about what Dad wanted. Sam may be twelve but already he picked fights with Dad over hunting but mostly the constant moving because the latest school was doing something that he really wanted to do. Still it was a surprise that he agreed to the hunt eventually.

Dean looked at his brother who was scowling at him over his height and said, "Come on Sammy. We gotta get going if we're gonna sneak into the cemetery and get it over with."

Sam stopped scowling knowing that Dean was never going to stop calling him that nickname. At least he could make sure others didn't use it. He stood up and grabbed the duffle that Dean had him pack. Dean told him it was part of losing his hunting virginity and that was to pack the equipment they would need right. Sam did the work while Dean watched munching on a slice of pie. "Fine Dean. Let's go."

"Thought you'd be more excited about this."

"I am. Just that, well…"

Dean knew exactly where this was heading so he cut him off, "Sam, I know what Dad said but hell it's our job. Dad missed it and since we are the only ones here, we have to make it right. Besides you weren't so squeamish about arguing with the man about staying here for another week to finish the semester."

Sam sighed. Dean had a point on that. He was excited but he was also nervous. Yeah he knew how to shoot since Dad made sure that they both knew what the heck they were doing. This was a first of actually going after the thing and while he wasn't thrilled about joining the family business, he could understand and he was scared. A million things could go wrong but he wasn't going to voice them to Dean. At least not now since he was excited that it was Dean and not Dad. He replied, "Okay Dean. Where are we going and who's the guy we're ganking?"

"That's my Sammy," Dean replied with a grin as he led the way out of the motel. Dad had the Impala so they had to high tail it out there. It wasn't too far anyway to the cemetery and he and Sam could run distances greater than that.

~0~0~

"I can see why you said this would be fun," Sam deadpanned as he tossed another shovelful of dirt out of the grave.

"Man up Sammy. It's only one little grave. God you can be such a girl," Dean replied as he kept a lookout for any sign of the spirit. He jumped to avoid the wad of dirt that came hurtling his way and he scowled at his younger brother. "What the hell?"

"Jerk," Sam retorted as he thrust his shovel into the ground and came out with a thunk. He had struck gold.

"Bitch," Dean replied as he hear the sound of shovel hitting wood. Sam hit the bottom. Now it was time to pop the thing open and put the spirit to rest. He peered in and saw Sam looking at the lid. "Come on Sammy. Open it."

Sam looked at the lid. Well here it was; his first foray into grave desecration. He used the shovel to peel the lid off and looked at the body. At least it wasn't like the last time Dean left him at Plucky's. God he hated that place and Dean knew it too. He tossed the shovel out and tried to climb out but slipped on the loose dirt and fell back in.

"Graceful Sammy," Dean teased.

"Bite me." Sam tried again but the dirt was too loose and was steeling himself about asking Dean for a hand up. Suddenly he felt the cold and his body froze slightly. Number one thing about spirits was that they always caused cold spots. His breath came out in a thin line of smoke. "Dean."

Dean heard the warning tone in Sam's voice and he felt it too. "Come on Sam. Get out and burn the remains." He held his shotgun ready and was looking around. Suddenly he was lifted off his feet and flung into a nearby headstone. It winded him and he was seeing stars. So much for not getting a scratch.

Sam couldn't see what was happening but he knew Dean meant business and tried again. This time he jumped and managed to get a grip on the edge. He managed to pull himself out and he was sprawled on his stomach when he looked up and saw his big brother lying on the ground somewhere between awake and passed out.

It was first instinct for Sam to run to help his brother but the cold remaining in the air told him that he had a job to do. He scrambled for the bag for the tin of salt and the can of lighter fluid. He started pouring the salt until it was almost empty. The lighter fluid he was more careful with since that shit was expensive. He was just about to light the match when he felt himself being lifted.

He landed on the grass and one of those ground headstones. He felt the rock dig into his back and figured that he was going to have to hide in the locker room when he changed for PE at school. They didn't need CPS called on them. He looked up and he saw the spirit materialize. It was his first one and he froze in fear but he started to back up and fish around for anything to dispel the spirit.

Sam was aware that he was looking like a bumbling idiot but that was secondary. His training was kicking in and he was looking for salt or iron. From where he was, his own shotgun was on the ground near the duffle and the rest of the salt was there. Damn!

There wasn't much time to do anything since he felt himself being lifted up by the spirit. Looking at it, Sam could make out the wounds that killed the person. The grey pallor was like something out of one of Dean's horror movies and gross but that wasn't the important part. Right now he was stuck in its grasp and he couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly there was an intense pain in his chest. Looking down, Sam could make out the arm of the ghost being thrust through his chest. It was like something was squeezing his lungs or heart or something. It hurt like a bitch and that was all Sam could think about. Great he was going to get ganked by a spirit and on his first hunt. Dad was sure going to be happy about that. He thought he heard Dean shout his name but all he could feel was the pain.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the pain was gone and Sam felt himself drop to the ground. He put a hand to his chest and breathed heavily while looking around to see what happened. He didn't hear the shotgun go off. When he looked he saw a pair of legs encased in black pants and a black duster coat. Glancing up to get a better look, he saw that it was someone and it wasn't Dad and they were holding what looked like a tire iron up like a bat.

The spirit appeared again and the stranger was quick to dispel it. That caused Sam to get back in the game. He scrambled over to where the matches were and struck the match and put it in the matchbook like Dean had shown him. Once the book caught on fire, he dropped it into the grave. The bones caught fire quickly.

Sam turned around just in time to the spirit flame out in front of the stranger. He was going to say something but the stranger took a quick look at him and then ran off. Sam would have given chase but a sound from Dean turned him in the direct of his brother who was rubbing his head. "Dean, you okay?'

"I'm fine Samantha. Stop being a bitch," Dean replied shaking his brother off.

"Whatever, jerk. Dean I did it. I ganked the spirit."

"I saw."

"Dude, no way. That spirit had you nearly knocked out cold," Sam picked the time to argue.

Dean knew what he saw. True he was somewhere between conscious and unconscious at the time but he saw what had happened. The damned fugly tried to ice Sam but that blur came and the spirit disappeared. He tried to get to his feet to help but he was still a bit winded from the fall. So he watched as the blur kept the spirit busy long enough for Sam to flame him out like he showed him. He replied, "I did Sam. I saw the blur save your ass."

"Saved yours too. I'm not sure how you would have been able to explain to Dad about me looking like the fugly," Sam replied as he helped his brother up.

"Like that would happen. It must've been another hunter."

"But Dean, you said that there were no other hunters around. Even Dad said that," Sam pointed out.

Dean didn't need that explained to him. It could be a coincidence. Whoever it was, he owed them a thanks for saving his little brother. He was also proud of the fact that his brother ganked his first spirit. "I know Sammy but hey, you did good. You ganked your first spirit. Now you're not a virgin anymore."

"Whatever."

A/N: Aww Sammy's first hunt!