A Whiter Shade of Pale

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and of it's characters, nor and I making a profit from this story. I am only playing with the Winchesters and will gladly put them back when I am through.

Author's Note: This story is a birthday present for Criminally Charmed, a wonderful friend who puts up with all of my silliness and is there for me in times of stress. You know I love ya girl…and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Author's Note 2: This is my first attempt at writing a fast paced story so I hope you enjoy it.

~~Supernatural~~

Shaking his head as he watched his seventeen year old brother primping in the motel mirror, Sam couldn't believe that Dean was going to so much trouble for a girl. His brother had even gone to the trouble of shaving though he barely had any hair stubble on his chin.

"So, what time you coming back tonight?" Sam inquired, wondering if he and Dean would get to spend any time together before he was ordered to bed. He liked sitting and talking to Dean because Dean always made him feel like he was the most important person in the world.

"It depends on whether or not I get lucky tonight, Sammyboy," Dean answered with a wink as he reached out affectionately and ruffled his little brother's hair.

"Ew, that's just gross Dean," Sam muttered as he visibly shuddered at the thought.

"Believe me kiddo, you won't think so when you're a few years older," Dean retorted as he applied his aftershave. He had to look and smell good for his girl.

"No way! I'm never gonna do that with a girl," Sam rejoined, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Glad to hear that, Tiger," John announced as he walked into the motel room carrying dinner for him and Sammy. "I don't want to hear that you're even thinking about sex until you're at least thirty!"

"Don't worry Dad, I'm not even having sex then," Sam stated confidently as he slipped out of the bathroom to see what his father had brought for dinner. No way was he letting a girl see him naked.

"Somehow, I kind of doubt that Kiddo," John muttered under his breath as he allowed Sam to take the bag which contained two Kentucky Fried Chicken dinners from his hands. He just hoped Sam would at least wait until he was eighteen, unlike his big brother. He still grimaced at the memory of having caught Dean making out in the backseat of the Impala at the tender age of fifteen, and with the daughter of a small town sheriff no less. Needless to say, they hightailed it out of that town as quickly as possible.

Watching for just a moment as Sam placed their dinners on the table, John then turned his attention to his eldest. "I want you no later than midnight or one in the morning Dean."

"But Dad, I…"

"No buts about it Ace. We've got a hunt in the morning and I want you well rested for it." John stated, interrupting whatever Dean was about to say.

"Yes Sir," Dean grumbled, knowing there was no use in arguing. When his father had his mind set, neither hell nor high water would cause him to change it.

"Here's a little extra money just in case you need it," John informed his son as he handed over a twenty dollar bill. "And make sure you use a condom. I don't want any little Winchesters running around until I'm old enough to be a grandfather.

"You mean you aren't already?" Dean smirked, ducking to avoid the headslap John had sent his way upon hearing the barb.

"Smartass," John remarked as he handed the keys over to the Impala. "Take good care of her, son."

"You mean Mandy Sue or the car?" Dean queried with a laugh just before strutting out the door with a confident swagger, secure in the fact that he would be having some fun tonight.

~~Supernatural~~

"Okay Sammy, time for bed," John informed his thirteen year old a couple of hours later as he clicked off the television program that his youngest had been watching.

"Aw dad, it's only ten o'clock. Can't I stay up and wait for Dean?" Sam asked hopefully as he turned dewy pleading eyes towards his father.

"Sorry Sport, but you need your rest also," John stated, reaching out to muss the teen's too long chestnut colored hair. "Go brush your teeth."

"Yes Sir, Sam replied, keeping the petulance he was feeling out of his voice so he wouldn't get into trouble. Pushing himself up from the bed, he trudged into the bathroom and took care of his nightly duties. Returning to the room, he began to slip under the covers as his father began to lay down a salt line of protection.

He had no sooner crawled into the bed, when loud and boisterous voices could suddenly be heard coming from the parking lot outside their window.

"What the hell?" John questioned angrily, walking over to the motel window and flinging the curtains back. Surveying the area outside the window, he could see a man who looked to be drunk or high on drugs and his girlfriend, or was she a hooker, arguing in the parking lot.

"What is it Dad? What's going on out there?' Sam questioned as he sat up in the bed, eager to know what was going on.

"Just some idiot and his girlfriend arguing. Stay here, I'll be right back," John ordered his youngest as the fight between the two numbskulls outside started to escalate. No way would his boy be able to sleep with all that racket going on.

"Yes Sir," Sam answered, waiting until his father had exited the room to climb out of the bed. Rushing over towards the window, he watched in fascination as his father walked over towards the two with a commanding stride. His dad would be kicking some ass tonight.

"Excuse me, I'd appreciate if you two would take your argument somewhere else," John groused as he neared the two idiots causing the scene. "My son is in the room trying to sleep."

"Yeah, well that's not our problem mister," the insolent lady snapped as she glared at John. "Go back into the room and mind your own damn business."

"My son is my business and I suggest you two leave before I call the cops," John threatened, trying to keep things civil. Of course, they had no way of knowing he would do no such thing, but he hoped it would be enough of a threat for them to carry their argument on elsewhere.

"You heard the lady, get the hell out of here," the twenty something year old man stated, whipping a knife from his jacket pocket and aiming it at John in a threatening manner.

"Oh Shit," Sam gasped in worry upon seeing the blade since he was well aware of the fact that his father had walked outside unarmed due to the fact that he had cleaned their weapons earlier. Add to that the hunter's code of ethics about not killing humans if at all possible, well, Sam couldn't help but worry for his dad's safety. Rushing to pull on a pair of jeans, he knew he would face his father's wrath for the fact that he was about to disobey a direct order, but he was damned well going outside to provide backup just in case his old man needed it.

"Hey man, I don't want any trouble. Just put that knife away and let's talk about this," John voiced calmly, holding his hands up in a placating matter. The last thing he needed was to get in a fight and possibly kill the idiot with all the people who were now watching the scene from behind the safety of their motel windows. He couldn't afford to be arrested because the cops were sure to call CPS in once they found out about Sammy. No way was he chancing losing his youngest child.

"That's too bad because trouble is my middle name," The man sneered as he took a menacing step forward.

Instantly moving into a fighting stance, John planted his right foot, only to find himself stumbling forward as a rock slid underneath his foot and caused him to lose his balance.

"No Dad," Sammy yelled, rushing forward and pushing John out of the way just as the man thrust out with his knife in surprise, thinking that John was attacking him.

Hissing in pain as the knife sank deep into his abdomen, Sam's hands clenched around the offending object and he fell to his knees as all strength quickly eluded him. "Dean, h-help me," he whimpered, calling out for his missing brother, just before his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the pavement unconscious.

"Oh no, what ha-have I do-done?" the man gasped in horror upon realizing he had just stabbed a young kid. "I-I didn't me-mean to hurt him," he stuttered as he watched the boys father pale considerably upon seeing his child fall to the ground.

"Oh God, Sammy," John panted anxiously, his breath catching in his throat at seeing his youngest child laying on the concrete with a knife protruding from his abdomen, blood pulling around it in a nauseating pattern.

Quickly realizing that he couldn't handle this alone, that Sammy was injured beyond his skills of fixing and that he needed to get help, John screamed out in angst, "Somebody call 9-1-1," as he began to apply pressure to staunch the flow of bleeding.

"Mister, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to…."

"Get out of here before I kill you with my bare hands," John seethed as he looked at the man with unmitigated hatred in his eyes, not allowing the man to finish his statement. "I swear on my wife's grave if I ever see your face again, it will be the last breath you take."

With those words, John returned his attention to Sam, praying that someone had called for an ambulance and that it would arrive before his youngest bled out on the ground in front of him.

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