A Page Out of Their Book

Author: Cheryl W.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam or any rights to Supernatural, nor am I making any profit from this story.

Author's Note: Spoilers up through 5.08. This is just a quick tale broken down into a few short chapters. It's complete so, with some encouragement, I should be able to post it pretty quickly. Timeline wise, it fits in before the storyline of 5.09.

Summary: When Dean's taken, Sam realizes that there are no lines that some brothers won't cross for each other. No Slash.

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A brother is born to help in times of adversity ~ Proverbs 17:17

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It shouldn't have happened. Not to him. He was better than this, smarter, more vigilant. None of that changed the fact that he was pressed against the Impala, a gun barrel jammed into the back of his head, and a low lethal voice hissing in his ear. "Make one wrong move and I'll pull this trigger. Try and take me down and my partners will drop in on Sammy in room 7 at the Crocodile Motel on highway 8. And you won't like the state your brother is in after they are done."

Not doubting the man's threat, Dean readily capitulated, but with ill grace "Alright! You got me. Leave Sam alone." The last more threat than stipulation.

"Sam's wellbeing is in your hands, Dean. Now put your hands on the roof and don't move."

Obeying the man's instructions, Dean stood there as every last weapon he had on his person was removed, along with his wallet, his cell phone and the Impala keys. Then he was yanked away from the Impala by the collar of his jacket, was finally able to see his assailant, and the engraved .45 Colt leveled at his head. Found to his frustration, that the mid-forty, dark haired, muscle toned man was unfamiliar to him…but the look in his eyes wasn't. "You're a hunter, right? Want some stupid revenge on me or my brother? I got to tell you, it's not an original idea."

But the man didn't acknowledge his guess, instead kept the gun sighted on him as he opened the Impala's backdoor, tossed in the cell phone, wallet and keys onto the seat and slammed the door. Motioning with the gun, he ordered, "Start walking toward the green truck over there." When Dean hesitated, he shouted, "Now!"

With an agitated sigh, Dean hung his head a moment then started trekking toward the truck that the man had indicated a few hundred yards across the bar's parking lot. "I have to admit, I'm curious about how you found me." Honestly was more miffed that some hunter seeking revenge could find him when even angels couldn't.

"Easy. Knew you would come as soon as the newspaper ran the article about the deaths in the area." There was no smugness in the fellow hunter's tone, only certainty.

"You killed those people to get me here?!" Dean shot back, throwing a glare over his shoulder at his companion, angry that five innocent lives were lost, maybe because of him.

"No," the man sharply denied. "Hunt's real. I just figured you would be drawn to it like I was. You've got a thing for shapeshifters after St. Louis. Would cross the country to get another shot at one of them."

"Huh? You think you know me pretty well, don't you?" Dean challenged, even as he cursed his own predictability.

"I know your brother was dead and you got him back. I know you were in Hell and got out," the hunter bitterly recapped. He gave Dean a shove forward when the other hunter stopped and faced him, his surprise telegraphed by his raised eyebrows. "And I know you and your brother started this war." Arriving at the truck, he spun Dean around, slammed his back against the door and rammed the barrel of the gun under Dean's chin.

Leaning against Dean, his breath hitting the other man's face, the man's cold green eyes sizzled into hard green eyes. "And there's one more thing I know for sure: my brother's dead because of you…and you're helping me get him back."

Before Dean could formulate a comeback, he felt a needle puncture his stomach. Then the world went fuzzy, grey and then black. Was left with time to think one thought: I'm so screwed.

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TBC

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Thanks for reading and I would love to hear what you think!

And thanks goes out to Bhoney for encouraging me to post something new after I had decided to keep quiet and store away my thoughts on my hard drive for a spell!

Have a great evening!

Cheryl W.