AN: Goooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army and welcome new Padawans to the Darkside! See Gabriel for cookies if you're new. Anyways, what's this!? A new story!? Dun dun dun! This fic is for my lovely Miss Disappearing Rose! She requested a fic in the My Immortal 'verse! If you haven't read My Immortal I suggest you do so, so this makes sense. So anywho. I almost didn't get his out. I believe I'm coming down with a cold. The weather going from hot to cold and going back and forth hasn't done me any favors. So Miss Rose my darling, I'll do my best to update but ugh...I feel lousy. I woke up with a stuffy nose and a head full of cotton. But I need to keep my lacking focus up so, I'll do my best! When I'm sick I don't to stay down. If I stay down I'll sleep all day and do nothing. I don't like that. So yeah. I'm so like my daddy. He does the same! He acts more hyper than usual so he doesn't have to stay down or go to the doctor. Which we both hate. I love my doctor, he's a good guy, but I just don't like going to him. Who likes going to the doctor anyways? Lol! Anyways, when this fic is over, I'll put Souless' other Hellhound!Sam fic she requested. But first this! So here we go!

Summary: Five year old Sammy is taken from his Daddy Dean. Dean being a demon his protection instincts are in over drive and will do anything to get his baby home safe and sound!

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Taken! And Dean's Not Happy!

Dean was up early one morning working on the Impala. Nothing major. Just some minor tune ups mind you. He was humming to himself as he worked but also kept an ear on the baby monitor. Yeah he still used the baby monitor, even though he was a demon and could hear Sam from the garage and sense him.

But being the over protective momma bear he is, he keeps it with him.

"And my baby's growning up on me dammit." Dean muttered to himself with a slight smile.

It seemed only yesterday to him that Sam was still a baby. Now he was a healthy, active five year old. Dean wanted his baby to stay a baby forever but he knew that wasn't possible. As long as he stayed little for a while longer. That was fine with him. Little and oblivious to the supernatural.

Sammy was also suppose to start school but decided they would home school him. Castiel made a great teacher and enjoyed teaching Sammy.

He heard his baby waking up on the monitor and smiled. Today was Friday. On the weekends they didn't teach Sammy. But let him explore and play on his own. So he and his little man would have a whole weekend together.

He finished up his work and headed for the house for some coffee and breakfast. While he was a demon and it wasn't necessary, he still enjoyed the 'finer things' in life.

He walked inside and smiled at his still sleepy baby.

"Morning Bobby." He greeted.

"Morning." Bobby greeted back heading for the stove.

Dean sat next to Sam and planted a kiss to his forehead.

"Morning baby boy. How's my little man today?" Dean asked.

"Morning daddy. I'm good." Sammy said and planted a kiss on his daddy's cheek.

"That's good. So little man. What's on the agenda for today?" Dean asked sipping some coffee.

"What's a agenda?" Sammy asked.

'Always curious.' Dean thought happily. "An agenda is a thing where you have things planned out for the day."

"Like grandpa's day book?" Sammy asked.

"Just like that small fry." Bobby said with a chuckle.

"Oh. I don't know. Can I watch you work on the cars?" Sam asked.

He wasn't allowed in the garage unless Dean and Bobby were with him at all times.

"Sure. Just be sure you sit on the bench. Okay? There's a lot of stuff in there that can hurt you." Dean said.

"Okay." Sammy said digging into the food his grandpa set in front of him.

Dean nodded and ate his breakfast.

After breakfast found Dean and Sam in the garage while Bobby worked on research and other things for some hunters.

"Alrighty baby boy. Can you hand me that bolt there?" Dean asked.

Sam picked up the bolt and looked at it.

"What shape is it?" Dean asked.

While he worked he occasionally asked Sam what color or shape was the tool or object he needed. So technically it was still a learning day even though it was the weekend.

"It's a octogon?" Sam asked.

"Yup! Very good Sammy!" Dean smiled.

Sam beamed at his fathers praise.

About an hour later

Dean was about to finish up and take Sammy back inside for a nap when suddenly things felt off.

"Daddy? What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing baby. Let's go inside okay? It's nap time." Dean said.

"Okay." Sam said raising his arms to lifted.

Dean cleaned off his hands and set his baby on the ground. He took his baby's tiny hand in his and began to walk back to the house.

Dean suddenly snarled and his eyes turned black. Someone was here and trespassing. He cried out when a bullet hit his back. He collapsed to the ground.

"DADDY!" Sammy cried.

"S Sammy. R run baby. Run as f fast as you can!" Dean said weakly.

He would heal but the round in his back was iron. Until he got it out, he would lay here and bleed.

Sammy looked at his daddy horrified. He had been hurt and now wanted him to run. So he did. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He found a car with the trunk open and slipped inside.

He hoped the man chasing him would leave so he could help his daddy, but the man was evil and he knew he wouldn't give up.

He shrieked when the man grabbed him. He fought to get out of the grip but he couldn't. The man was too strong and he was still little and not strong like his daddy.

He held his breath when a cloth was pressed to his face, but it was useless after a while. He took a breath and fell to sleep.

The last thing on his mind was his daddy and if he was alright.

Meanwhile

Castiel sensed Sam's distress and rushed to aid him. What he found was a weakened Dean with an iron round in his back, slowly bleeding out.

He rushed to side and extracted the round. Dean healed quickly and regained consciousness.

"Cas?" Dean asked.

"What the Hell is going on?" Bobby asked.

Dean explained what had happened and then snapped up when he remembered he told Sam to run!

"Sammy! Sam!? Answer me buddy!" Dean called.

"Sam! It is safe now! No need to hide!" Castiel called.

"Sammy! Come out now!" Bobby called.

Not matter how many time they called Sam never answered and the searched high and low for Sammy. But couldn't find him!

Dean's eyes went black and he shouted. He was one pissed off momma bear. And when he would his cub. All Hell will break loose and the person that did this will not survive.

"Oh no. No survivors. Not this time." Dean promised in a dangerously dark voice.

Oh man! Whelp Miss Rose! The first chapter! I hope you like it!

Until Next Time! *snuggles in my black blanket my mama made for me and sleeps peacefully*