Escape

By

Ava Brett

Disclaimer

None of the characters mentioned in the below work of fiction belong to me in any shape or form I am merely using them for my own entertainment purposes.

Author Note

Here's the next chapter for you.

I know it's been a while but between health and trying to dent Witch Hunt and Reunion as well as attempting to have a social and romantic life it's been… well difficult getting everything done but I'm hoping that this new update once a month on certain stories will be better then nothing.

It might sound twisted but I'm loving writing this story because it allows me to focus most of my attention on the brother's relationship with each other before real life got in the way and warped it.

Anyway please enjoy the chapter!

Overall Summary

A/U – When Sam is injured on a hunt Dean takes matters into his own hands. He is getting both him and his brother out of the hunting business once and for all. He'd do whatever it takes and nothing will stop him, not his father, not the law and certainly not the fact that he's a child. One way or another they will escape.

Chapter Summary

After Dean is sure that Sammy knows the rules he takes him shopping.

Chapter Eight

"Now you remember what the rules are, right Sammy?" Dean demanded, stopping with his hand on the door handle as he turned to face his younger brother with a stern expression on his face. Sam nodded his head, a wide smile clearly unaffected by Dean's look.

"Yep Deanie, I do" he replied happily. Dean nodded his head and went to open the door but stopped him self as he turned back to Sam with a suspicious look.

"In that case Sammy, tell me what are the rules then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow when the smile fell from Sam's face.

"What?" Sam said blinking up at him, his lower lip jutting out in a classic Sam Winchester pout, Dean barely resisted rolling his eyes at his brother expression, he would have thought that Sam would have realised that it no longer had the same effect on him as it had done once upon a time. Now Dean was immune to it, a small mercy which he was thankful for each and every day.

"The rules Sammy, the ones you say you remember? I want you to tell me what they are and I promise you we're not going anywhere until you tell me all four of them. I can wait all day if need be, I'm not bothered about having an ice cream after all." Sam's eyes widened, the semi defiant expression falling from his face at Dean's veiled threat, as though it had never existed in the first place.

"No, no Deanie" he said, waving his arms to the side of him as though he was trying to take off in his agitation. "I remember them, I promise I remember all of them, all four."

"Good" Dean said with a nod. "In that case tell me what they are. The sooner you do Sammy, the sooner we can go outside, deal with my business and then go to the park to have a go on the slide you saw the other day, you know the really swirly one that was really high" Sam nodded with a look of excitement.

"I know the one" he exclaimed, his face scrunching up as he clearly cast his mind back to what Dean had said to him while they had been getting ready. Dean waited, leaning his body against the back of the door with a silent sigh. "Ok" Sam said. "I know, rule number one is to not let go of your hand while we're on the pavement or in the shops, the only time I'm allowed to let go of your hand is when we're safe in the playground in the park."

"Very good Sammy" Dean praised, allowing a small smile to come to his mouth, the sight of Dean's smile seemed to spur Sam on because he continued to speak, holding up two of his fingers on his right hand.

"Rule number two is that when we're in the park I do not leave your sightline at all" Dean nodded, making a motion for Sam to continue. Another finger joined the two raised ones on Sam's hand. "Rule number three is that I do not talk to anyone even if they talk to me, if any one tries then I scream out your name and you'll hear me and you'll come running for me."

"Just one more rule to go Sammy and then we're out of here" he said. Sam reached up, pulling at his lower lip as he frowned before his face lit up.

"I know it" he stated brightly as he clapped his hands together with a smile. "If we get separated then I take the mobile you've packed in my bag and I press down on one"

"What happens when you press one Sam?" Dean asked.

"Uncle Bobby will answer the phone, I'm to tell him I'm in trouble and where I am and then erm I come back here, lock all the door and hide in the cupboard under the sink and I don't open it for anyone because only good people can open it" Dean nodded.

"Yep, that symbol I drew on the doors will keep you safe" he promised, pushing him self from the door, "Come here" he said, rolling his eyes when Sam bounded up to him. Dean quickly buttoned Sam's coat which the younger boy had managed to mess up before he smiled at him. "Let's go" he said, turning and opening the door. He felt his pocket making sure he had the key before he ushered Sam out of the room into the sunlight. It was a bright day but chilly making Dean glad that he had insisted that Sam wore a coat regardless of the temper tantrum Sam pulled over it.

He closed the door and locked it, zipping his own coat up and looking around him carefully. He patted his side where he had placed the knife he had taken from his Dad's bag before he reached down and took Sam's hand in his, walking him across the car park towards the main road which would lead to the central part of a town, the part which would hopefully be able to sell Dean the stuff he would need for their upcoming journey.

He had made good use of his time making a list of everything he could possibly think of that they would need, from sleeping bags to medicine he was pretty sure he had thought of it all.

Sam skipped beside him, gripping his hand tightly as he tunelessly hummed to him self. For a moment Dean almost felt envious of how light hearted Sam was. It must have been so simple for the other boy to just rely on Dean to shoulder every burden which came along. Dean sighed and shook his head.

This was his job.

If he didn't have Sam to look after then he was nothing, Dean's job was to protect Sam and he was going to make sure he did it to the best of his ability.

"Where are we going Deanie?" Sam demanded, after they had been walking down the road for three minutes.

"I told you before Sammy" Dean said absently, his eyes constantly looking around him for anything which might have appeared slightly wrong. "I've got some shopping to do in town."

"What kind of shopping?" Sam asked curiously, tilting his head to the side before he reached up and brushed his hair from his eyes. Dean glanced at the action with a slight frown, he'd have to find a place to get Sam's hair cut, it was seriously too long at the moment.

"For sleeping bags" Dean remarked, smiling when Sam's face brightened at the thought.

"Sleeping bag like they have on TV when people sleep over other people's houses?" he said. Dean nodded.

"That's right" he confirmed. "I'm getting one for you and one for me but it's our little secret okay Sammy."

"Ooooooooo a secret just between us?" Sam repeated a look of awe coming to his face as his hand tightened on Dean's.

"Yep, just you and me will know so you can't tell Dad or Uncle Bobby okay?" Sam nodded.

"Okay" he replied happily. They walked in silence for a moment before Sam spoke.

"Deanie" he said curiously. Dean's eyes closed briefly, recognising Sam's tone as the one he always used when he was about to unleashed dozens of questions at Dean, questions which he expected to be answered.

"Yes Sammy" Dean answered cautiously.

"Can I have a batman sleeping bag please? I really, really like batman" the younger boy stated. Dean shrugged.

"If they have one and if it's not too expensive then I'll think about it" he promised, rolling his eyes when Sam pulled a face at his answer.

"Can we use them at Uncle Bobby's house?"

"That's the plan Sammy" he said, coming to a stop outside of a shop. He glanced at it, swallowing deeply and ignoring the butterflies which were erupting in the pit of his stomach making him feel slightly queasy. He tightened his grip on Sam as his eyes moved across the display. It looked like one of those survival shops which their Dad was always taking them into when he needed to buy a new weapons. Shops which had countless of different types of sleeping bags from what he could remember.

"Is this the place we're buying them from Deanie?" Sam demanded.

Dean bit down on his lip and breathed out loudly before he turned to Sam and nodded.

"Yeah Sammy this is the place"

Dean looked back at the doorway and stood straighter, holding his head up and walking confidently up to the door.

He had a job to do.

Author Note

Thanks for taking the time to read