This is another story I wrote awhile back. It doesn't have anything supernatural happening in it but is just a little brotherly angst thing I came up with. Hope you like it.


Chapter one

Sam picked up the car keys off the bureau and with one last glance at Dean, who pulled the pillow over his head, he left. It was their custom that whoever woke up first would go get the coffee. The majority of the time it was Sam, he never slept well and ninety percent of the time he was the one who ended up running for it.

He drove the short distance to the convenience store then went inside and over to the coffee machine. He got them both a large coffee then picked up a box of chocolate doughnuts and walked to the checkout. He smiled at the pretty clerk behind the counter.

"Looks like it's going to be a nice day."

"Yeah, after all that rain we had it's nice to see the sun shining."

"Have a good one." Sam said as he paid and turned to leave.

Just as he reached the door two men, hoods over their heads pushed him back into the store as they pulled out guns. Sam and the two other people in the store all put their hands up as they backed away from the gunmen.

"Empty the safe." The one man said to the nervous clerk who began to cry.

"I don't have the combination."

The man pointed the gun at her head.

"Open it!"

"I can't….They don't give us the combination."

The man grabbed the girl by the arm and twisted it causing her to cry out.

"Hey." Sam took a few steps forward. "Can't you read the sign?" He pointed to the sign attached to the front of the counter. It read 'Store clerks do not have the combination to the safe. After midnight only small bills will be accepted.'

"Damn! Then give me the money in the drawer."

The clerk emptied the drawer and handed the man the money, but as she did she activated the silent alarm. Unfortunately the man saw her reach under the counter and knew what she had done. He pointed the gun at her.

"Bitch!" He shouted as he raised the gun toward her head his finger tightening on the trigger.

"No!" Sam ran forward and before the man could shoot tackled him to the floor. But just as Sam was getting up a single gun shot rang out as the man's partner stepped forward. Sam's head snapped to the side and he went down. He lay on the floor, his head lying in a pool of blood.

Motel room

Dean had showered and was sitting on the bed watching TV. He had heard Sam leave and had glanced at the clock. It was now two hours later.

"I'm so going to kick your ass if you bring back cold coffee." Dean said as he went over to the window and looked out. "She better be worth it." He mumbled. He assumed Sam had gotten into a conversation with someone and had completely lost track of time. When he still wasn't back a half hour later he started to get worried. He walked outside and looked up and down the street. "Come on Sammy where the hell are you?" He felt trapped, he didn't have his car and even if he did he had no idea which direction Sam had gone in. His ringing phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Sammy?" He answered hopefully.

"Is this Dean?" The voice said.

"Yeah, who is this?"

"This is Officer Wilkins of the Parkland Police Department. Where are you?"

"I'm at the Riverside Motel, what's wrong?" Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Had Sam been in an accident?

"Stay there we'll send a car for you."

"What's going on? Did something happen to my brother?"

"We'll explain everything as soon as…"

"Has he been in an accident?" Dean interrupted the officer, he didn't care if his car was totaled as long as Sam was okay.

"Your brother's been injured and he's been asking for you."

"How soon can you get here?"

"We'll be there in a few minutes."


Dean hung up and took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm down. The officer had said Sam was asking for him so at least that was good news, he couldn't be hurt too bad if he was asking for him.

A few minutes later a police car pulled up and Dean jumped in the back.

The Parkland Hospital

Dean paced the small room he was led into. The officer wouldn't tell him anything until the doctor arrived. As soon as the door opened and the doctor came in Dean walked over to him.

"How's my brother?"

"He's in the operating room. We're doing everything we can."

"What happened? How bad is he hurt?"

"Your brother's been shot."

"Shot! How? Why?..." Dean looked back and forth between the doctor and the officer in disbelief. He had assumed Sam had been in an accident, being shot never once entered his mind..

"Your brother was in a store that was being robbed. He tried to prevent the clerk from being hurt and was shot."

"How bad is it?" Dean's entire body felt like it had turned to ice. This couldn't be happening Dean thought, not to Sammy.

"I'm sorry…but your brother's been shot in the head."