A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome back to another short story with the young Winchester brothers. Dean is 14 and Sam is 10. Someone is after John and the brothers are caught up in the middle of it. There will be familiar faces throughout the story. Thank you to VegasGranny for all her help and support. She is wonderful. I hope you are ready for the twists and turns of this journey. I do like reviews/comments. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. All errors are my own.

Chapter 1

It was the wee hours of the morning in a rundown motel room where two brothers slept, cuddled together for warmth. They had been there for four days waiting for their father to return and collect them. He was already a day late and the oldest was worried since they would have to leave before checkout the following day since they had no money to pay for another night.

The youngest sibling rolled over and mumbled in his sleep as a bad dream invaded his thoughts causing him distress. He rolled his head and moaned as it played out making him cry out and sit up in bed panting hard. He looked around the dimly lit room and then over to his brother. The terror he was experiencing hadn't gone away and he had to tell his brother.

"Dean, wake up," Sam insisted shaking his shoulder to wake him. "Wake up!"

"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean grunted as he jerked awake and stared up at him, his hand going to the knife under his pillow.

"We need to leave, something bad is coming," Sam gasped as he threw back the covers to get up.

"Hold on dude, what are you talking about?" Dean questioned as he wiped sleep from his eyes. He quickly looked around the room for any danger but didn't see anything. He didn't know what had upset his brother so and why they had to leave.

"Please Dean, you have to believe me," Sam begged giving him his best pitiful look as he packed his bag. "We can't stay here. We're in danger."

"Alright Sammy don't have a fit," Dean sighed not sure what else to do to appease his brother. He looked around for his clothes. He was going to pack them up to leave anyway when it got light. Guess it wouldn't matter if they left early.

"We can't go out the door," Sam explained as he stuffed what few clothes he had into his pack. He ran into the bathroom and grabbed their bathroom items and tossed Dean his before packing his own.

"We're going to talk when we get out of here," Dean stated in a serious tone as he grabbed his boots to slip on and tie. He looked around the room and decided to grab a couple of the cheap, thin blankets to take with them to use since they might have to stay in an abandoned building until their father came back. He rolled them up and tied them to their packs. "Alright Sammy, are you ready?"

"Yes, just a minute." Sam drug a chair to the door and jammed it under the knob so it would be harder to get in.

"Guess we're going out the bathroom window," Dean sighed going into the bathroom to open the window and knock out the screen. "C'mon Sammy, you go first."

"Okay," Sammy replied. He let Dean help him out the window and accepted their packs before Dean slid out the window too.

Dean closed the window back and picked up his pack before leading them to the end of the building and snuck a look around in the parking lot. Bright lights suddenly lit up the area and pulled into a space near their room. He watched two rough looking men get out of the car and talk among themselves before one headed for the office while the other one waited by the car. Dean didn't like their looks and was sure they were unsavory, ruthless men. He eased into the shadows thinking he had seen enough and grabbed Sammy's arm as he hurried them into the small stand of trees away from the motel.

"Dean…I need…To catch…My breath…" Sam cried out in gasps as he stumbled and tried to gain his balance again by grabbing Dean's arm.

"We need to find a place to lay low," Dean insisted as he looked around to see where they were. His eyes finally landed on a church not far away and decided that would do. "Let's go over there," Dean told Sam heading for the back of the church. He knew he would need to break in, but that was something Dean learned to do a long time ago and was good at it. He had to grow up faster than most kids and took on a lot of responsibilities being only fourteen. He was an adult in a kid's body; he had been for a long time.

"We can't break in there!" Sam exclaimed when he saw where they were going. "It's not right. It's a church."

"We're not going to mess anything up Sammy," Dean shrugged finding the backdoor and pulling his lock pick kit out. He got the door opened and shoved Sammy inside before he could protest further. After locking the door back, Dean pulled out a small mag light to look around. "We need to find somewhere to hide. I don't think God will mind."

"I need to use the bathroom," Sammy whined finally realizing his urgent need.

"There's got to be one around here somewhere," Dean whispered slowly making his way deeper into the church. It took him a few minutes to find a restroom and went in with Sammy thinking he should use it too. When they were done, Dean began to open doors until he found what looked like a storage room and went inside. It was filled with boxes, old furniture, church robes, decorations, and other odds and ends. He found an old couch back in the corner and sat down, pulling Sammy down with him. "Okay Sammy, you wanna tell me what's going on with you?"

"Nothing," Sam mumbled dropping his head.

"You wanna tell me how you knew about those men?"

"I don't know," he whispered.

"You're not getting off that easy bro. Now spill it. I won't be mad at you or anything; I just need to know."

"You'll just laugh at me or think I'm crazy." Sam hung his head and tried to curl up even smaller than he was.

"Try me," Dean spoke gently to his brother seeing his distress.

"I…I…Had a dream," Sammy confessed looking sideways at Dean before quickly casting his eyes to the floor. "Actually, a nightmare."

Dean frowned as he let the words sink in and leaned back against the couch. That was not what he expected to hear and wasn't sure what to say. Why would Sammy dream about men coming after them. He looked over at his brother's hunched form and saw him trembling. This was something that he wasn't sure how to handle and knew he needed help. They needed to get in touch with their father and get out of this town before those assholes found them. He knew they were up to no good but didn't know why. Why would they be targets?

"Here," Dean finally said, jerking the blanket from his pack and draping it around Sammy's shoulders for warmth. "You wanna tell me about this dream?" he asked Sammy in a calm voice. He knew it wouldn't do any good to fuss or blow up at him since that would only make him withdraw and shut down. Sammy had his bitchy moods that could last an hour or a week.

"I don't know. It was the second time I dreamed it," Sam started scrunching deeper into the blanket. "We were in a motel room and Dad had gone on a hunt. It was late and these strangers broke into the room. They wanted to hurt us…" Sam stopped talking and clutched the blanket tighter around his body. "Then I wake up."

"How did you know it wasn't just a dream?"

"I don't know. I could just feel it. It seemed too real and why would I dream it twice? What are we going to do Dean?"

"I'll try finding a phone in here and call Dad," Dean replied gently rubbing his brother's back. "I want you to stay here."

"No! Don't leave me!"

"It's okay Sammy. No one will find us here and we'll be gone before anyone shows up later." Dean got up and tucked the blanket tighter around Sammy. "I'll be back, I promise."

"Okay," Sam pouted as he watched Dean slip from the room. He looked around the room at all the cast-offs, feeling like someone was watching him. His gaze fell on the statues that stood in the shadows thinking one of them moved and quickly covered his head with the blanket, peeking out at them. This was a sacred place, and he didn't like being here. He hoped Dean hurried back so he wouldn't be alone for long.