Hi! Iv'e been trying to write this for a while now and i finally managed it so I quite happy right now. Umm...so I'm really impatiant and I'm bad at editing soooo...you get to read this fresh off the midnight speed editing press.

"Mum?" Dean asked tugging at his mothers dress.

She broke her concentration from the small letter she was writing to look down to her whining son. If the four year old didnt know better, he would have thought that his mummy had been crying.

Dean groaned out an incoherent sentence with a frustrated pout. "Sweetie, your gonna have to say that again. I didn't quite catch it." Mary giggled, sliding off her seat and kneeling in front of Dean.

He looked up to her with his scrunched up eyebrows and pleading green eyes.

"When is Daddy gonna be home?" He mumbled, playing with the ends of his long blonde hair.

Mary sighed and took her sons free hand. "Come on angel, lets go put you to bed."

"Say goodnight to sammy first." Dean yawned, already attempting to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes. No matter how smart Dean was, he was easily distracted by sleep.

"Yes, of course." Mary smiled brightly and Dean knew that whatever sadness that he had seen in her eyes before was gone.

They entered the large nursery where Sammy slept soundly. Dean hastily let go of Mary's hand and rushed towards the crib to meet his baby brother.

"Night night Sammy..." He paused. "Angels are watching over you." Suddenly he felt all grown up, saying the same thing that Mummy always said to him when he went to bed.

Mary watched on in fascination and affection, her two boys were already beginning to grow up, even if it didn't seem like it, she could almost picture them both as adults.

A sinking feeling of dread seeping into her bones suddenly overtook her.

"Mummy?" Dean said. A single tear rolled down his Mum's face as she stared at him with her lips between her teeth.

"Mum, what's wrong?" He asked, his young, sleepy voice taking on a tone of slight panic.

Mary quickly wiped her tears and picked Dean up. "Nothing, sweetheart. Just thinking about things."

He nodded and carefully grabbed a small fistful of his Mum's long, blond hair, much like his own. "Were you thinking about Daddy?" He asked quietly as they walked down the hall.

"No angel, I was thinking about things that -hopefully- you will never understand. And I especially don't expect you to now, you're just a little boy whether you like it or not, and your gonna have a long childhood where you will never even have to imagine the things that I sometimes think about." Mary whispered softly into her son's ear. He would never realise the amount of desperation her voice held.

Dean couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, he had been trying to wait for Daddy to come home so he can say goodnight, but he was taking too long, Dean was already about to drift off.

Dean snuggled into the crook of his Mum's neck as they walked into his room. "Love you, Mummy." He sighed.

He could feel the soft rumble of Mary's tunefull humming. She gently pulled him off of her and laid him on the small bed. "Love you too." She pushed the hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. "Angels are watching over you." She whispered.

Dean watched his Mum through hooded eyes as she hesitantly left. He didn't notice her tears.

The boy listened to her footsteps as she made her way back to Sammy's nursery. Dean knew that she liked to say goodnight to him alone whenever she went to bed.

He had finally drifted off when he woke to the sound of the front door clicking shut, followed by the groans and gargles of his father's drunken grumbling. Dean recalled the terrifying fight that his parents had the night before, the man hadn't been back since he stormed off.

The little boy curled into his blankets, trying to will himself back to sleep. Minutes passed and he still couldn't fall into the clutches of childish dreams. Gingerly, he opened his eyes to the dull darkness around him.

There was nothing. Then there was a large figure with eyes the colour of amber in the sunlight. It would have been a beautiful coulour, but the eyes themselves were twisted and corroupted in ways that the boy wished he could never see again.

Dean wanted to scream, cry until his Mum ran in and saved him from the creature that had all but appeared infront of him. But all he could do was stare, as if the box in his throat that made the sounds just wasn't there anymore.

Instead, he made a choked sound at the figure and he could swear that he felt his insides slither and crawl. The creature stared as Dean's green eyes welled with tears.

The figure smirked and Dean stilled. A hot pain burned from the inside of his body. He still couldn't move, he couldn't scream. Nobody could help him.

The figure walked slowly towards him. The agonising kind of slow. The sound of boots clicking against the floor echoed through Deans pain filled conscience.

"Shhhh..." The thing's yellow eyes became crescents and a long, gloved finger lifted to its blood red lips.

Deans face scrunched up as he tried to turn away from the sight. Tears ran down from his bloodshot eyes to the bridge of his nose to the green cartoon themed pillow Dean was laying on.

He blinked and the thing was gone.

Dean could feel the shredding pain dissipate into nothing, along with the uncomfortable tightness of his chest. Shakily, he curled in on himself, tucking his head into the space between his knees. If it came back, Dean would rather die then have to look into it's twisted eyes.

However, he didn't have time to come out of his shocked state. A deep cry for his Mum's name jolted him out of the deep trance of yellow that had taken hold of him.

Dean flew from his bead, clawed open the door and scrambled towards the sound of roaring and crackling.

When he spotted his Dad his tiny heart almost stopped. Sammy. Mummy. Dean could feel the heat of the volatile flames licking at his soft skin. He could see the outline of his mum's body glued to the core of the fire.

He knew he couldn't save her.

"Dean! Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back." Sammy. Sammy. He could save Sammy.

Without a glance to the room or his Dad, Dean focused all of his energy on the large bundle of blankets. He ran. He ran until his legs felt like they would break from a slight glance towards them. All the while ignoring the flashing images of the creature with the yellow eyes and his Mummy on fire, on the ceiling.

Every few seconds the little boy felt almost as if he could touch the waves of fear and distress coming from his baby brother. But, then again, that may have been the heat scratching at his tired limbs.

He focused so hard on Sammy that he didn't notice when he was picked up by his father and rushed outside. Every time he looked at his brother, felt what his brother felt, he didn't see the creature with yellow eyes or his Mum laying in the heart of the blazing fire. But that didn't put hisind at ease, what if the creature came after Sammy?

Almost as soon as the boys hit the concrete of the road, blaring sirens and flashing lights overtook Dean's mind.

"Shhhh..."

Silently, and unknowingly to everyone, Dean agreed. He would be quiet. As long as the thing didn't hurt Sam, he would not tell anyone about the figure in his bedroom.

PS: If anyone wants to (wich is very unlikeley) beta or just quickly read before i set it free into the cruel world, please PM me. Cause I have terrible luck in looking for betas. :I

Thanks for reading.