Title : Misery

Author: Devil917

Disclaimer: I own nothing, trust me.

Author's Notes: First off, I'd like to say 'welcome back' to my returning readers and 'welcome' to the new ones. There's a process to my stories, it's a short process, but still. Basically, after you read I encourage you to leave a request for a one-shot you'd like me to write and I'll get to it as soon as I can. There's no such thing as a silly request or too graphic request. Trust me, we're all crazy here [: This is mostly a Sam-centric one-shot series so if you're a Sam!Girl you've clicked on the right story, but I'm able to write Dean stuff, too, so there's no request that's out of my comfort zone. If you don't have a request but you still read the chapter, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always encouraged and wanted. It'll only helps me improve as a writer.

Anyway, I'll stop talking now.

Chapter 1 : Concrete Jungle

Requested by: Chelsea Winchester
Summary: Their night just seemed to go from bad to worse... The saying is true: you can't be too careful anymore.
Time Set: When I wrote this, I saw it set in season 1, but it doesn't have much relevance in this one-shot. Any season should be fine.

"Where the hell is my car?"

Dean paced back in forth. His feet moving in an empty parking spot that once held his precious Impala. He literally could feel his chest beginning to tighten. Had someone stolen it? Oh, he'd rip them to shreds. Anxiously, he ran his hands though his hair feeling the shortly chopped hair run through his fingers. In his ears, Dean could hear his heart pounding heavily against the inside of his chest, echoing off his bones and leaving an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. A piece of him was missing.

"Sam, where the hell is my car?"

About five feet away from Dean, Sam stood on top of the curb; his hand running back and forth over his eyebrow. His gaze was on the floor, knowing that if he saw the look on his brother's face, it'll only make him feel worse. It wasn't Sam's fault though. He didn't loose the car, he wasn't driving it, but Dean sure as hell knew how to make a guy feel guilty. The streetlight a few hundred miles away casted Dean's shadow on the concrete. His shadow seemed as if it had to hurry to keep up with Dean's overacting body was it encircled the parking space.

Sam shrugged. "I-I don't know, Dean. We parked right here."

Dean threw his hands up. "Yes, I know that genius. That's why I'm asking. Where. Is. My. Car?"

Knowing it was the right choice, Sam stayed quiet. Only responding with a sympathetic shrug.

In the street, many cars zoomed by. Their headlights like spotlights on the two young men on the side of the road, resembling hitchhikers. Sam kicked at the ground, waiting for his brother to begin to simmer down some. Dean, on the other hand, was just getting warmed up. He could feel his blood coming to a boil, soon it was bound to overflow. If he was a cartoon, there would surely be smoke coming from his ears. Trying to calm himself, he tugged at his leather jacket. Dean took on two deep breaths, neither of them calming, but it was a start. He forced his legs to come to a stop. There was nothing more that he could do.

"You okay?" Sam asked, truly concerned. It was clear to see how much Dean loved that car, stealing that car is like stealing the love of his life. Taking a step off the curb, Sam placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder.

"We'll find it," he declared.

"Damn straight," Dean replies, his voice determined.

Having Sam's hand drop to his side, Dean took off down the street. Obviously he thought he'd be able to find his car tonight. It didn't take Sam too much effort to catch up; two giant steps and he was practically ahead of him. Looking over his left shoulder at Dean he said, "Where exactly are we going?"

"To find my car."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean-"

"It can't be too far, Sam. And whoever took it better pray I'm too overwhelmed because I will literally kill them. C'mon." Dean slapped Sam's arm, leading down the sidewalk and toward the alley way. Sam looked around aimlessly, hoping that he'd magically spot the Impala so they can save this amazing adventure for another day. Unfortunately, it was nowhere in sight. But it was kind of hard to see considering it was about ten o'clock at night. Nothing but streetlights, headlights, and the moon to illuminate the streets.

"What if we went to the wrong spot?"

Dean scratched the side of his head. "I know where we parked, Sam."

The boys entered the alleyway. It was just about the biggest alleyway either of them have ever saw. It went two ways, making an intersection in the middle of it. All around was brick walls from the buildings that were surrounding them. The brothers walked briskly, praying that the Impala would be at the end of the alleyway just waiting for them. Behind them, Sam could've sworn he heard footsteps. Almost automatically he turned his head to the side ever-so-slightly, trying to tune in on the noise. From the corner of his eye, he looked over at Dean who had clearly heard it, too.

"Can we help you?" came a call.

They stopped and turned around cautiously.

At the beginning of the alleyway, about twenty five yards away, were four men standing side by side blocking the entrance.

Dean waved his hand. "No, we're good."

He hit Sam's arm, telling him to start walking again. They didn't get more than a few feet before another call came.

"Hey, c'mere. We just wanna talk."

The footsteps were getting closer. Again, the brothers stopped and turned around.

"Is that right?" Sam asks rhetorically. "'Bout what?"

The one in the middle reached behind him, pulling out a handgun. It was silver and shined in the moonlight. He pointed it right at Sam.

Dean put his arm up, pushing Sam back a step or two.

"Why don't you put that gun down and we can talk about this?" Dean offered.

The gun cocked. "We ain't too much for talking."

The men took a step forward. The brothers took a step back.

Sam finally spoke up. "What do you want?"

With gun in hand, the man took hold of Sam's wrist and twisted it slightly. Sam felt his heart begin to race. He jerked his arm backwards, but he had a tight grip on it.

"That's a mighty fine lookin' watch you got there..."

Dean grabbed them gun-holder's arm, pushing him backwards. "Take your hands off him right now," he warns in a cold tone.

The four mean exchange looks.

"What are you, his boyfriend?" they teased.

Losing his temper, Dean grabbed the man's arm again, turned him backwards, and twisted his arm behind his back until it was seconds from snapping. "I'm his brother you freak and I will not hesitate to kick you ass."

To his right, Dean heard another gun cock. "And I will not hesitate to end you life," the other robber chimed in.

Sam had had enough, he unfastened his watch and watched it fall to the ground.

"Alright, enough. You want the watch? Here, take it. C'mon, Dean."

Sam began to walk away, hoping that the problem was resolved.

It happened so fast. He remembered hearing Dean yelling " Sam watch out!" and then he remember feeling something heavy hitting him on the back of them head. And before he knew it, the ground came up to meet him.

Then everything went dark.

- Concrete Jungle -

Dean had fought like he'd never fought before.

If he was ever unsure of his fighting ability, he was confident now.

His arms were swinging like mad, making contact with each of their faces.

One of them men grabbed him from behind, holding his hands above his head. So he used his feet to keep the others away. Dean made contact with one of their ribs, hearing the cracking sound and then his foot seeping into his torso. It have him the chills. That guy was down.

As for the guy with the gun, Dean knocked that out of his hand as soon as possible. He had went after Sam, who thought that he had solved the problem by giving up the watch, and hit him in the back of his head with the butt of the gun. Dean watched as Sam's unaware knees locked and he went to the ground not even putting his hands out to break his fall a little. That was what put Dean in full force.

He charged the man with the gun and watched the gun smack against the brick wall. Using his resources, he slammed the man's head against the wall and watched him slide to the floor.

When it came to the last guy, Dean didn't even have to try too hard. He picked up the gun and aimed it as the man. Now he head the upper hand.

"Unless you wand five of these in your chest, I suggest you get out of here," Dean warned, cocking the gun again, showing he was serious.

The man was smart, he ran, taking Sam's watch with him.

Once the man was out of sight, Dean dropped the gun and was at Sam's side. He was on right where he was left on the ground. A small puddle of blood forming around his head. Mentally, Dean cursed.

"Sammy."

He shook Sam, trying to wake him.

"Wake up, Sam. C'mon," Dean nagged, still shaking his brother.

Finally, he heard a moan escape Sam's lips as he began to wake and register the pain. Dean took hold of his wrists and pulled him into a sitting position. Dean puts his hand on the side of his face, trying to keep his head from moving.

"Open you eyes," Dean commands gently.

Sam's eyes squeeze tighter then open slowly. Dean sees his pupils expand then contract as they try to adjust to the light and focus on what's in front of them.

Dean smiles slightly at him. "Can you walk?"

Sam shrugs, honestly not knowing the answer.

Dean stands, forcing Sam to his feet also. He puts a steadying hand around Sam's waist and throws Sam's arm over his shoulder.

"Let's get you home, okay?"

Dean begins to walk, Sam legs do the same automatically.

"The guys- wha'... what happen'd?"

Dean shook his head, smiling at the ground. "Lets just say they're taken care of. They've got your watch, though. Sorry."

Sam shook his head, but instantly regretted it when his brain started pounding. "Where're we goin'?"

Looking at his brother uneasily, Dean said "Back to the motel. You've got a pretty good crack to that egg head of yours."

Sam thought for a second, vaguely remembering what happened just a half hour ago.

"You're car..."

"What about it?" Dean asked as they exited the alleyway and began to head up the street on foot.

Sam's face clearly showed that he was confused. "You've gotta find it-"

Dean shook his head, showing Sam he was wrong.

"I've gotta take care of you, Sam. My car can wait till morning."