Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me. They are the property of CW and Eric Kripke and I am not making any profit from it.

A/N: Guys I'm sorry. I lied to you. I couldn't make it to 115 stories, and so this is it. This is my last story. (One-hundred-and-fourteen does roll of the tongue a bit better than one-hundred-and-fifteen…right?). I'm not sure what to say after, like… almost 10 years of working on this. I wonder vaguely if any of you have been here since the beginning, or have actually read this entire thing; if you have, congratulations, you've read a story that is longer than any one of the Harry Potter books! I want to thank you all… whether this is the first story you've read, or the 114th one. You all, and your encouraging words, have helped me through so many freaking tough times. You've come along for the ride through 3 different post-secondary schools, through at least 4 different jobs, and best of all, through 11 (!) seasons of Supernatural. Thank you all! Sincerely.

I tried to think of what story to end this thing on. And thought hell… what better way to end it than where it began. One of my all-time favorite episodes has always been The Benders. That was the setting for the first one-shot story I ever wrote (and the number one story in One For You… 'A Little Brother Fluff'), and it is now the basis for the last story on here. This story actually has been in the works for pretty much the entire 10 years; it's a what-if story that I had the idea for (or it was given to me?), and I started several times. A what if for if the Benders had actually hunted Sam after Dean told them to choose him.

And so… for the last time… I ask you all to read this final story, enjoy it, and if you feel so inclined, review.

Thank you so much, and I love you all (haters included, haha).

Sincerely, Tabitha (y'all didn't think I was so vane as to have my profile name as Beautiful Ally, and actually be named Ally, did you? Haha!)

Title: Hunted
Genre: Suspense, my go-to angst, and… no pun intended… a little brother fluff.
Summary: What if, in the episode The Benders, they actually decided to hunt Sam after Dean chose his only brother to be the prey?

Hunted

"Alright, the guy, the guy! Take the guy!" Dean nearly regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth.

When the keys were handed to Lee, however, just one thought occurred to Dean that made it his choice worth it; Sam would have a chance.

"Judd go with him," Pa wiped some smudge from his cheek, a grin on his face, "You know how it works… make sure he doesn't get far and don't let him get a weapon."

Dean's heart hammered, "What? No… you- you gotta give him a chance!"

"Use the bitch's gun on him," Pa said as an afterthought, "Make him suffer."

...

Sam sat tense in his cage. The dizziness and feelings of weakness had all disappeared the moment he'd seen his brother walk into the barn and for the first time in 48 hours he felt like things would be okay. But it had been far too long since Dean had left and slowly Sam felt like something was wrong.

"It's been too long," Kathleen whispered what Sam had been thinking.

"I know," Sam too spoke quietly, his voice trembling slightly.

Before either could say anything else, a loud click reverberated and Sam's cage door opened slightly.

"What— "Sam moved instinctually to the back.

"Did it open?" Kathleen seemed excited at this prospect.

"Yeah, but it was a trap with Jenkins," Sam reminded, "I think he was killed."

"But… but you can go get help," Kathleen looked around for any sign of someone entering, "Your cousin is out there."

Sam swallowed hard and grabbed the sharp piece of metal he had ripped off, "Okay umm… if you see or hear anything… yell okay?"

Kathleen numbly nodded.

Slowly Sam moved to the entrance of his cage and pushed it open. He knew it was a trap and knew there was no way it was simply a malfunction that opened his cage. But he couldn't let Dean be hurt or killed; not after everything they'd been through with being so close to finding their Dad and finally becoming close with his brother again.

"If… if you see Dean," Sam stopped by the door, "Just make sure he stays okay."

"Alright," Kathleen whispered, "Be careful."

Sam nodded in understanding and left out into the darkness. He could feel the hairs on his bare arms standing up on end, and the wet mist that fell from the sky added to the unsure setting. Looking around Sam could see the dilapidated house to his left and the thick backcountry forest to his right. With scrap metal in hand, he was just about to take a step to his left when a voice erupted into the night air.

"Enjoy the fresh air while you can boy! 'Cause you're about to take your last breath of it!"

A subsequent gunshot left a bullet coming so close to Sam's head, he was sure there was going to be some kind of grazing burn left on his temple.

"No!" Sam instinctively ducked.

Both Judd and Lee were coming from the direction of the house, and so slipping slightly in the mud Sam took off towards the forest. Two more shots rang out in his direction, but missed the youngest Winchester. Heart pounding, Sam fumbled through the thick brush as he zig-zagged among the trees and fallen logs.

"Crap, crap, damn it," Sam paused after nearly ten minutes of running and leaned against a tree.

Dizziness and exhaustion was quickly taking over, and Sam seriously contemplated just giving up. The thought of Dean, and the distant sound of voices and snapping twigs stopped this thought process, and once again Sam took off through the forest; the rain having picked up significantly. It was only five minutes later that Sam was running, and felt his right food trip painfully. With a heavy smash he fell onto the ground, and with a simultaneous ache in his ankle and his right shoulder, Sam gasped and turned over on his back.

"Oh God," Sam closed his eyes against the pain, "What the hell."

Sitting up, Sam's vaguely adjusted eyesight looked down at his right ankle which already had blood seeping through the sock. Confused, the hunter looked back and the area he'd just tripped and saw, only barely, a wire going across the path.

"Oh, you asshole," Sam breathed.

He could hear in the distance that someone was coming closer, and so moved quickly to do his last minute plan. Knowing he could never continue to outrun two of them, Sam followed the wire to where it was tied to a small bush and quickly undid it. He then went to the other side and did the same before quickly retying it a few feet higher and doing the same to the other side.

"Come on," Sam whispered ducking into the brush, "Be the idiots I know you are."

It didn't take long before Lee came down the path.

"C'mon boy!" he yelled, "I know you've gone this way. If ya give up now I promise to make it quick!"

Squeezing the piece of metal in his hands and holding his breath to be sure and not make any sound, Sam watched as Lee got closer. Just as Sam had hoped, the Bender, confident in his surroundings, got to the area and simply lifted his foot extra high. The newly adjusted wire bit into his chest, and Lee fell backwards.

Taking the opportunity, Sam jumped up and pounced on Lee; knee on his chest and arm subduing the gun clutching hand, "Where's my brother?"

Lee grinned a dirty smile and hissed, "He's deeeeeaaaaad."

Sam's heart pounded as he pressed harder on the man's chest, "Where is my brother?"

"Hell."

Shaking with rage, Sam silently lifted up his arm, and jabbed the piece metal through Lee's neck. The man barely flinched as blood poured out down his damp skin and onto the ground.

Taking the gun from his lifeless hand, Sam looked down at the man who had killed so many people and caused so much pain, "Wrong answer."

Seeing there was only two bullets left in the gun, Sam took off back down the path. He felt better now knowing he had a proper weapon, though also knew there was still one asshole going after him. Plus, who knew what was going on back with Dean.

"He's fine," Sam told himself, "Dean is strong, and can handle anything."

For an hour Sam continued to tell himself this as he manipulated his way in the direction of the house without bringing himself into the opening. Twice shots were fired at him, and more than once Sam heard snapping of twigs or crunching of not yet saturated leaves. Not wanting to waste his last two bullets, Sam would sidestep any confrontation with Judd.

"Please… please," Sam squeezed his spinning eyes shut, "I just… I can't keep going…"

All lack of nutrition and water since he'd been captured was quickly catching up to the Winchester, and he didn't know how much longer he could go on. But once again the thought of his big brother possibly in trouble and needing him pushed Sam forwards and a half hour later not only was Sam back close to where he knew the house was, but he got a clear view of Judd leaning against a tree.

"There you are, you bastard," Sam whispered, pulling out the gun.

His vision swayed and made it difficult to focus, but Sam didn't trust getting any closer to make a for sure shot. With a deep breath he aimed, cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger.

It went wide.

"Hey!" the yell was met with a simultaneous shot of Judd's gun.

"Crap, no!" Sam ducked and rolled as two more shot came towards him.

Judd ran over, gun drawn for a kill shot. Laying in the wetness of the ground, Sam flipped onto his stomach and with barely an aim let out the last shot of what was Kathleen's gun. Judd fell to the ground with a bullet hole square through his head. For several seconds Sam breathed deeply into the cool night air before rolling to his back and closing his eyes in relief.

Now all he had to do was get his brother.

...

"Sammy!" Sam heard his name being screamed nearly at the same time he saw the vague glow of the house and junk yard ahead.

Immediate relief swept through him as he realized that it was his brother's voice. After he had gotten rid of Judd, Sam's primary concern was what the hell was happening to Dean; now hearing his voice nearly caused the young hunter to collapse to the cool wet ground in relief.

"Dean!" Sam's voice didn't come out nearly as loud as he'd hoped.

Weakness and dizziness was once again consuming him now that the adrenaline was quickly leaving his system and Sam stumbled slightly as he walked along the wet forested ground. Everything was dark and he'd just spent the last several hours being hunted by sick and twisted back hill people but all Sam wanted at that point was to be with his brother and make sure he was okay and then to be somewhere he could sleep for about twenty-four hours straight.

"Sam!"

"Dean!" Sam called out again, and this time he could see Dean's form contrast against the light.

"God, Sammy!" Dean's voice broke.

Sam tried to run which turned out to be a mistake as his exhausted body stumbled after about a half dozen steps and he ended up ass over end. Before he had a chance to right himself, strong arms were grabbing him by the upper arms and stopping him from completely collapsing into the mud.

"Sam? Sammy?" Dean's panicked voice was close to Sam's ear.

Sam knew he should reassure his brother that he was fine, but for a terrifying moment his world spun and he wasn't so sure that was true.

"I'm okay," Sam finally said thickly, "Jus' tripped."

"Jesus Sammy," Dean whispered.

The two were still half crouched on the ground as Dean now fully pulled his brother into a hug. The sentimental moment would have lasted longer if it weren't for the hiss of pain that Dean let out at the extension of his left arm and the mutter of 'son of a bitch'.

"Dean you're hurt," Sam suddenly became much more lucid as his heart lurched and the adrenaline began to kick in again.

"It's fine Sam," Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, "C'mon buddy, up you go."

Dean awkwardly helped lift his little brother who'd long ago outgrown him. Once confident Sam was stable on his feet, Dean took a half step back to look him up and down and analyzed quickly if there were any obvious injuries.

"Sam are you hurt?"

Sam shook his head, "I'll be alright. Just need some water."

The sudden shock and realization of everything hit Dean nearly to the point of himself falling to the ground, "Damn it Sammy… they didn't give you anything did they?"

"No," Sam confirmed, "But Dean it's fine, don't worry. What'd they do to you?"

"Sam, this is the opposite of fine," Dean's eyes were wide, "We are leagues away from freaking fine! Some hunter just used you as his Bambi!"

Sam stared at Dean a moment before smirking slightly and speaking slowly and thoughtfully, "…Bambi lived."

Dean burst out laughing and against the pain radiating in his shoulder pulled his little brother into a strong embrace. Sam returned the affectionate gesture as the laughter turned to tears and it took the hunter several moments to realize that not only was this coming from Dean but himself as well.

When Dean moved back, he unashamedly wiped the tears from his face in one movement, "You are by far the most stress-inducing, pain-in-the-ass little brother ever, but you know I love you, right?"

Sam smiled fully as he patted Dean on the shoulder, "I've suspected as much."

The brother's made their way slowly back to civilization and to Dean's Baby. After assuring that Kathleen was okay and that she'd contacted the proper authorities, the Winchester's walked into the breaking dawn and down the rough back roads. Dean refused to take his eyes off Sam, sure that if he did the nightmare would return. But it never did—it was over and once again the hunters were alive, however worse for the wear. Dean knew there'd be more adventures, more life-threatening situations and more times that both of their lives would be at stake. But for now he just reveled in the fact that this incredibly long adventure had finally come to an end.

The End!