*Thanks to everyone who has reviewed /liked/ favorited! Im glad you are all enjoying the story thus far, many more chapters to go. I want this to be maybe a five chapter story, but as I learned from experience it never works out that way and ends up being a ton longer. As for people reading this story I always try to work on two stories at once, so I'll update one story then the next and so on so on. But I will ALWAYS finish a story I start. Promise. (: Again no beta as of yet so all mistakes are mine. R&R!*

P.S This is assuming texting and cells were easy to get by. Briefly mentions the usage of text.

John was worried. He knew this guy Troy was a drunk and he acted without thinking. Of course the guy was having trouble researching the hunt, he was always with a whisky in his hands. The other problem was he was a functioning alcoholic, which in his case meant he may not have the patience or brains for research, but he could do a salt and burn while drunk. Which means he could plan a way to get to Sammy, and not care who he took out in the process. It was at this point John was glad Sam and Dean were in the same school. The four year age difference sometimes put them in different schools, but with Sam being in 9th grade and Dean being in 12th, they were in the same high school. Now all John had to do was finish his own dam hunt so he can get his boys out of this town and away from Troy before he could do anything.

Last night much to everyone's surprise, no one tried to break in the house. Sam knowing he was being well guarded slept pretty ok, especially since Dean was right there in the room with him. Dean and John on the other hand maybe slept a total of three hours combined. Every tiny little noise woke Dean up and he had to do a walk around the room making sure no one was hiding anywhere. John was the same way, 'sleeping' on the couch downstairs, which meant he had a shot gun in hand and was keeping both eyes and ears open for any intruders.

Finally the alarm went off and it was time to get ready for school. Sam jumped awake at the alarm as did Dean, except Dean had a knife in his hand. Once he figured out it was just the alarm clock, he put the weapon away and ran his hand down his face. Next he sought out Sam.

"Time for school already?"

"Yeah Dean. Time to wake up."

"Alright, you take your shower and I'll catch five extra minutes."

Dean laid back down and Sam smiled as he got up and headed for the bathroom. He knew Dean would sleep a little longer than he did, but he knew exactly why Dean was totally exhausted this morning. It was because he was up all night keep Sam safe, and the thought always put a smile on Sam's face, although he also felt guilty.

The rest of the morning was uneventful. Both brothers got up, got ready, and ate breakfast with their father.

"Listen guys. I want the two of you to be extra careful during school today. Keep your phones on you at all time, Sam call your brother if you see someone even looking at you wrong. If I'm right then he'll try taking you while at school, where you're most likely not to put up a fight in front of other kids. But I'm going to try and see if I can take some time off from the garage to keep eye out for you two. Unless you don't feel comfortable going to school at all Sam. You don't have to go. I can pick up and work or homework you're going to miss."

"Dad, if I stop doing my normal routine because I'm scared that means Troy wins, and I'm not going to let him think he has control over me like that."

John couldn't help but smile over the bravery his youngest showed. He wasn't going to let anyone get the best of him, and he was going to fight.

Even Dean smiled and ruffled Sam's hair making him smack his hand away.

"Yeah and don't worry squirt. I have my gun with me just in case, and I'm going to make sure to get out of my last class early so I can meet you at your last period class so we can walk to the impala together."

"Ok Dean."

John watched both boys leave the house. Once they closed the door though he walked to the window and looked out, making sure no one was watching them or no car was in sight. Dean was eighteen now, and wanted him to have the independence of watching over Sam by himself, until Sam could come into his own and take care of himself in the same way Dean and John could of course. But this was still Sam, and Dean wasn't the only one with a protective streak over the youngest of the family.

Once Dean drove away with Sam, John had to get ready for work. He trusted in Dean's ability to keep Sam safe.

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The second Dean arrived at the school parking lot he got out and looked around for anyone suspicious before even unlocking Sam's door to let him out. Once he saw the coast was clear, he opened Sam's door, and put his arm around his shoulders as he walked him to his first class.

"Ok Dean, I know you're supposed to look out for me, but this is a little over the top, even for you."

Dean smirked.

"You're just lucky I don't skip all my classes and sit in yours with you runt."

"Uncle Bobby says I might be taller than you one day! So I might be calling you runt in the future!"

"HA! You wish."

Dean noting that Sam might get picked on for having his big brother so 'clingy,' he took his arm off of Sam's shoulders as they approached Sam's first class. Dean bent down on one knee and took Sam by the shoulders.

"Ok you know what to do. Call me if you see anyone suspicious, keep your eyes and ears open at all times, don't go where there's an open space, and if any of the teachers have to keep you after class for ANY reason at least shoot me a text first alright?"

"I got it Dean."

Sam smiled a reassuring smile which made Dean smile as he stood up.

"Ok good. I'll meet you in front of your last class."

Sam nodded and walked into his classroom. All Dean wanted to do was skip school and stay perched outside his brothers classes all day, but he knew the school wouldn't take kindly to that and he would start unneeded attention. He hesitantly headed to his own class, making sure his cell phone was planted in his hand at all times.

Once again school was uneventful. Neither Sam nor Dean saw any signs of a threat. Dean would text Sam in between classes to check up on him and it would put his mind at ease.

Finally the end of the school day. Dean waited for Sam outside his class as promised, and together they walked outside.

"Everything good today squirt?"

"Yeah. No sign of anyone. Same people."

"That's good to hear. Maybe this dick is going to come to his senses and realize that no one messes with my Sam and gets away with it, so why even try."

Sam smiled and rolled his eyes. Dean was all hard on the inside, but there was always that extra soft spot reserved just for Sam, and everyone knew it. Or so he thought.

Dean stopped walking and instantly straightened up. Sam knew something was going on when Dean pushed him behind him and had his gun hand ready in position.

"Dean what is it?"

Sam looked towards where Dean was looking straight ahead, and sure enough leaning against the impala was a huge dude eating sun flower seeds and spitting out the shells.

"Sam stay here ok."

"I'm going with you."

"No Sam if this is Troy I don't want you anywhere near this guy. Please just stay here."

Sam knew Dean was scared. Usually if there was a threat present at least their dad would also be with them, but this time it was just the two of them. Sam didn't want to make the situation any more difficult or stressful for Dean than it already was. Dean had the responsibility of keeping Sam safe, without the backup of their dad for once. So he did as Dean said and stayed put as Dean approached the man, gun hand ready if need be.

Dean was pissed. Not only was this the guy who wanted to use his brother against his will, but he was also touching his 'baby.' Both those things were huge no no's in Deans book, and if they weren't in a school parking lot filled with kids running to their busses and cars, this would be a lot simpler. He approached the man without getting to close.

"Hey, who the hell are you?!" Dean was only eighteen but he was a good six feet tall and all muscle, and right now he was making sure to display all his intimidation towards this guy.

"You must be Dean. Name's Troy. I'm sure your dad told you about me. I'm here to pick up little Sam."

Troy was obnoxiously chewing on the sunflower seeds as he leaned around Dean to take a look at Sam, which Dean immediately stopped by inching closer and to the side so his line of vision was blocked so he couldn't look at Sam.

"Sam isn't going anywhere with you. And if you ever try you're going to get a bullet in the head."

"It's not like hunters to kill other hunters. What do you think will happen if you kill me? You and your dad will get killed, and I guess I'll adopt Sam there. He proves to be very useful on hunts. I have his file in the car. Straight A's as far as the eye can see. And if I'm not mistaken he's signed up for A.P courses for this coming summer. That's pretty dam good for a freshman. Now I only want him for a little bit of time to help me with this hunt. You see I'm in a rush to finish this job, and I don't have time to research, so if you'll just loan Sam to me it would be greatly appreciated."

Dean couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Obviously he doesn't know about how protective he is of his brother or he would never have even thought about messing with him. He stepped a little closer to Troy, hand on his gun.

"Get away from my car. And I'm telling you this now if I EVER see you near Sam I will kill you. That's a promise."

Troy smiled. He knew this was going to be a challenge. He remembers the hunt he did with John when the kids were twelve and sixteen, and the whole time Sam was researching Dean wouldn't leave his side for a second. Especially when Troy was around.

Without warning Troy punched Dean right in the jaw and Dean went down hard. Then he kicked Dean in the ribs, not caring if any kids or teachers were watching since he was going to make this a quick grab. He knew Dean was protective of Sam, but Sam also wasn't just going to stand around and let his big brother get beat up. So on cue Sam yelled for Dean and came running over, knife in hand.

"Sammy no stay there!" Dean yelled as Troy kicked him again.

Sam stood above Dean with his knife in hand ready to fight this guy if need be, even if the guy was four times his size. He wasn't going to let Dean get hurt because of him. Troy laughed.

"You think you can take me kid? Why don't you try?"

Dean was starting to stand up once he saw what Sam was about to do but he was too late. Sam started running at the guy knife in hand, and actually managed to get a stab in making Troy yell.

"AAHHHH! You little brat!"

Troy backhanded Sam hard across the face before Sam could dodge the attack. He then very quickly grabbed Sam by his hair making him yell in pain. Before anyone could do anything about it he picked up Sam and carried him to where his car was parked. He threw Sam in the open trunk and slammed the lid closed. He quickly got behind the wheel of his car, and started to drive away.

"NOOOOO!" Dean shouted as he was slowly getting up from his position on the ground. Boy he hurt like hell, but all that could wait. His adrenaline started flowing once he saw Sam being tossed in the trunk of this guy's car.

Troy had to move quickly. He pulled out backwards as fast as he could, and without looking he hit the gas pedal and floored it. He was almost out of the parking lot when a huge black pickup truck suddenly blocked his path and he hit the front passenger side door, making him jerk into the steering wheel. He was stunned, but still coherent. But before he knew it he heard a gunshot and turned his neck painfully looking at the back of his car, when simultaneously the window to the driver's side was smashed in and it made him cover his face. Next he knew a very irate John Winchester was pulling him out of the car and beating the crap out of him.

Dean watched helplessly as the car now holding his baby brother hostage was driving away. At the rate he was going there was no way he could catch up on foot. He was just fishing his keys out when he noticed his dad's pickup truck come out of nowhere and stop right in front of Troy's car, effectively blocking his escape. Dean made his move and ran the now short distance to the car. He had to get Sam out of the dam trunk. He took his gun out and shot at the lock carefully, making sure not to hit the actual trunk itself. He hurried up and opened the trunk to reveal a very shaking Sammy. Dean heard glass breaking and swear words being yelled, but at the moment all he could focus on was taking care of his little brother. He easily scooped Sam out of the trunk and into his arms, holding his small frame close to his chest. He then wasted no time in running him to the impala while his dad took care of Troy. Dean opened the passenger side door and sat Sam down in it.

"Sam, hey Sammy look at me man!"

Sam was shaking and visibly scared. Dean put one hand behind Sam's neck and the other on his cheek. He didn't want Sam to go into shock.

"Sammy come on man look at me."

Sam looked up at Dean and had tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Dean your hurt." Sam said in barely a whisper.

"I'm fine little bro."

"I thought for sure he was going to kill you, and it would have been all my fault."

The Winchester men never hugged, but when Sam threw his arms around Dean, he just about lost it. He returned the gesture and hugged Sam back tenfold. He buried his head in Sam's hair.

"I thought I was going to lose you Sammy. When I saw him throw you in the trunk, I thought…."

Dean didn't bother continue the sentence. He watched as this crazed hunter was driving away with his little brother and there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

Dean didn't pull away from Sam until he heard a gunshot. He ducked Sam's head down and looked around for the danger. He saw Troy with a gun aimed at his father. 'ok when the hell did that happen?' Dean thought. Last he checked his dad had the upper hand, but Troy must have pulled that out when John wasn't expecting it. His dad didn't look like he was bleeding so maybe he just gave off a warning shot.

"Sammy lay down."

Sam did as he was told and laid down on the front bench without questions, as Dean looked at the scene unfolding before him. He saw Troy slowly walk around his father, gun still firmly planted at his chest, and headed for the street where not even thirty seconds later a second car came speeding down the road and stopped where he was standing. He opened the door, but before he got in yelled:

"I'll be back for you! Mark my words!"

Then he got into the car and sped off.

Dean kept his eyes firmly planted on his father as John ran towards his sons in the impala, and Sam was starting to sit up.

"Everyone ok?"

John looked between both his sons and noted Dean was worse off physically as Sam was worse off mentally. He tried to examine Dean.

"Dad I'm fine, dude punches like a girl. Check on Sam make sure he didn't get hurt in the crash."

John looked at his youngest in the front seat who was now trying to be strong and hide his emotions, but the tear tracks down his face said different.

"Sammy are you hurt anywhere son?"

"N-no d-dad. I d-don't think s-so."

John saw the split lip but knew it wasn't anything serious.

John ran his fingers through Sam's hair and grinned. His boys were safe for now, but they had to come up with a better plan that night!

Fortunately they were able to get out of there before the cops showed up. Gun shots at a school took immediate notice, but no one actually saw who was involved and couldn't give names. John knew they had to high tail it out of town ASAP before anyone actually was able to identify them.

John drove his truck home as Dean drove the impala, Sam sitting as close to Dean as humanly possible. Of course the kid was shaken up. Threatened, thinking he was never going to see his big brother, his hero again, hit in the face then thrown into a trunk by a madman. Who wouldn't be a little scared? Sure Sam saw his fair share of Supernatural nasties over the past few years, but Dean and John have done their best to shield him from the extra crap that came along with it. And he's never been personally targeted. He was still fairly new at this hunting thing.

Dean felt his brother's embrace and ultimately threw his free arm around his trembling brother. He was Sam's protector and he almost let him be taken away by a human of all things. Granted a dangerous hunter, but still human. Plus Sam's never really been forcibly taken before. Sure there were a couple of times when creatures they were hunting would threaten to kill Sam as revenge, or even hold a knife or a claw in Sam's direction, but those threats were easily taken out and destroyed before any of that could happen. This was a bit of a different story, and a harder challenge.

He couldn't believe all this was happening because this drunk was being lazy and didn't want to do the research. Well one thing was for sure. Dean would gladly take another beating if it meant keeping Sam safe.