I've got another idea! Yes, I know, I have a problem. But, you might like this and want me to continue, so here goes nothing…

Title: Lab Rat

Author: Devil917 formally known as VFCGurl.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, trust me.

Beta: I personally think I work better and quicker without one. Sorry if there's any mistakes. I try to keep them slim to none as much as I can.

Summary: Sam and Dean are kidnapped by three mad scientists who've found out about Sam's visions and want to experiment on him. [ Set in Season 1, I guess. But it could be Season 2, couldn't it? Eh, whatever floats your boat. ]

Chapter One:

The sudden pain woke him up with a jolt. His eyes flickered open to find himself on the floor of the motel room. The dark green carpet breaking his fall. Unfortunately, his head get clipped on the nightstand in between he and Dean's bed. Slowly, he rubbed the new injury, still trying to remember what he saw. It was nightmare, he was sure. But he couldn't quite remember what it was about.

Sam let his eyes scan the room, expecting to see Dean's sleeping form on the bed next to him, but it was empty. Where'd he go? Sam took in a breath as he pushed himself up from the floor and back onto the edge of the bed. He took the covers off him and folded them at the end of the bed. Sam put his head down, catching it in his hands and sighed. A major headache was approaching. But it didn't feel like a vision headache. It was probably from hitting it a minute ago.

He could hear the blood flow in his ears and his heart beat heavily through his chest. Suddenly he was tired. Sam closed his eyes and a flash of light was seen. He was taken aback by that. Maybe it was a vision? Either way, he took in a deep breath and prayed that it'll go away soon. Sam didn't even hear the door open or notice Dean walk in.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

Dean put down the white paper bag on his unmade bed and went to assist his brother as much as he could. Dean put his hand on Sam's back and shook his just slightly, trying to get his attention. "Sam?" He pulled gently as Sam's hand that was covering his face, trying to understand what was happening.

Seconds later, Sam's hand descended from his face and he stared around the room for a minute. Finally, his eyes landed on Dean who looked at him with a curious and worried expression. Sam blinked once and shook his head.

"What the hell was that?" Sam says a loud, but more to himself.

Dean shrugged slightly, not sure what Sam meant by that. "What, your vision?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but he wasn't quite sure what to say. "I don't know what that was."

"It wasn't a vision?" Dean asked, raising a hand in defeat. He was confused, and if Sam didn't know then he definitely didn't know. Sam shook his head.

"No. No, I don't think so," he answers softly. "I mean, I didn't see anything. But I felt it, you know. I felt like a vision."

Dean stood now, seeing that Sam was alright. He went over to his bed and went in the white bag he brought back. Reaching with one hand, he pulled out a bottle of water and tossed it, a littler harder than needed, at Sam's chest. He gestured with his head for Sam to drink some of it.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked. He pointed to the side of Sam's head. Cautiously, Sam reached up and touched the tender area. He winced.; surprised a little at the sudden pain. After taking a sip of the water he said, "When I woke up this morning I was on the floor. Guess I had a nightmare or something, I don't know. I hit my head."

Dean snapped his fingers suddenly. "That's it!"

Sam frowned. "What's it?"

"That. You didn't have a vision, you just have a headache. You know, from hitting your head." Dean sucked his teeth. "Suck it up."

Sam rolled his eyes and flopped backwards into his bed. He sighed as his headache began to subside.

Dean smiled as he threw a pillow from his bed at Sam, causing him to jump a little.

"Don't get comfortable, Samantha. We gotta hit the road- like now," Dean announced as he looked at the clock on the other side of the room. Sam grunted, but sat up. He headed towards the bathroom and shut the door with a little force. Dean chucked to himself. Clearly Sam still wanted to sleep. But clearly, Dean didn't care.

"Quit your bitchin'," Dean called, smiling a little. "You can sleep in the car."

- Lab Rat -

By the time the arrived in Maine, it was dark outside. The sun had set about an hour or so ago. With the minimum streetlights, it was even harder to see. In the passenger seat, Sam shone a flight on the map.

"Two more miles," he says as he looks out the window and at all the trees. Dean nodded. He was getting tired. They'd been driving for six hours straight, only stopping rarely for food, the bathroom, and gas. Usually getting all three in one place. Dean yawned, and rubbed his eyes.

"You know, there should be a motel in less then five minutes. Wanna pull over?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "It'll put us behind schedule. We gotta catch this thing and I promised Bobby we'd be at his house in a week-"

"So we'll start bright and early. We're not gonna catch anything if we're half-dead, anyway."

Dean made a face. "Speak for yourself."

Sam shrugged. "Fine. I'm tired as hell. I want to sleep. I want to pull over. And I swear this road is giving me highway hypnosis. Happy?"

Snatching the map from Sam, Dean looked at it for a brief second. "Motel in less than five minutes?"

Sam nodded, feeling accomplished.

Dean cricked his neck and turned his attention back to the road. "Fine."

- Lab Rat -

"Get your bag," Dean commanded sleepily.

He had just checked in. No one was really at the motel they were staying in and it had sort of a creepy, eerie feeling. But both were too tired to think too much into it. All they were thinking about were the two beds awaiting them behind their motel room door.

Sam opened the passenger seat door and headed toward the back of the car and opened the trunk. He tugged at the bag but it wouldn't budge. It was hooked on something. He pulled again, but it didn't move.

A second later, Dean came back outside, wondering that's taking Sam so long.

"Did you forget how to walk?" Dean asked sarcastically as he went to the back of the car to see what the hold up was.

"It's stuck," Sam announced, his voice tired and slow.

Pushing to the side, Dean took hold of the handle and pulled. In the background there was the sound of tires behind them, but they didn't think too much of it.

"What the hell did you do, Sam? Super glue it to the floor-"

Suddenly, there were strong arms around both Sam and Dean and then the sound of a gun cocking. They both stiffened.

Dean let his elbow swing backward, hitting the mystery person in the side of the head.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked harshly.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Dean was pushed forward a little, stumbling. "C'mon. Into the van. Go."

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked.

The three men were masked, each holding guns. The tallest one shrugged. "Guess we'll have to force you, huh?"

Without giving either of them a chance to react, the bothers were hit in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. They collapsed to the floor. The two bigger masked men picked them up and hauled them into the back of the van.

"Handcuff them now, come on. We've gotta get going," the tallest one instructed as he went to the drivers seat.

He picked up the walkie-talkie from the dashboard and pressed the button.

"Subject is captured; we're on our way," he informed in a cold tone just as he heard the other doors closed and sped off down the highway.

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