(Bobby's house)
"Dean?" Sammy asked tugging at Dean's shirt.
"What is Sammy? You should be in bed." Dean said looking away from the television.
"When is Dad coming home?" He asked looking up at Dean with big eyes.
"Dad should be home tomorrow night, now go to bed Sammy." Dean said softly pushing Sam towards his room.
Sam nodded before heading back up to his room and grabbing some random paper and crayons before sitting on the bed and drawing a picture of him and his family.
-—-—-Time skip-—-
John was used to leaving his kids at Bobby's while they went hunting. He trusted his son Dean enough and Sam was a good kid. They had been hunting a Werewolf nearby, only a town or two over, and were planing on coming back that night when Dean called.
"Dad! S-Sam he's gone! I've looked everywhere and I can't find him!" Dean said hurriedly, and John dropped his gun he was cleaning.
"Dean, look around where Sam was sleeping and tell me what you find. If you find yellow stuff near the window tell me." John said hanging up the phone. "Let's go Bobby. Sam is missing."
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Sam woke up for the first time he could remember on a soft warm bed. He looked around confused, admiring the soothing blood red walls for a second, before getting out of the bed.
"Dean?" He called out confused and a strange man entered the room.
"Dean's not here Sammy. He's with your foster father." The man said and Sam backed up slowly.
"Dean told me not to talk to strangers." Sam said
"I'm not a stranger kiddo. Your foster daddy left you with me while he and Dean go hunting. Without you." The man said and Sam nodded sadly. He was used to being left with babysitters, but usually at least Dean would be there.
"Don't worry Kiddo, you and I will have lots of fun together. In fact I made a promise to train you while your foster family is away. Now, how about pancakes?" The man smiled, his eyes turning yellow. Sam smiled and nodded okay before the yellow-eyed man led him downstairs to the kitchen.
"What do I call you?" Sam suddenly asked looking at the man as he fed Sam.
"Call me Dad. After all, I am your true father." The Yellow eyed man smiled at Sam who slowly nodded, not questioning too much what the man said.
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"Dean, are you sure?" John asked examining the sulfur.
"Yeah Dad, I'm sure I didn't hear anything." Dean said
"John, you might want to look at this. It is probably nothin but it opens a possibility of what it was, who it was, and how they got in." Bobby said looking at Sam's drawings. They were normal for a kid Sam's age but in all of them there was the same drawing of a man with yellow eyes holding Sam's hand.
"What is it?" Dean asked his father as John looked over the photo's Sam drew before looking as concerned as he usually allowed himself to look around his son.
"It's probably a coincidence but we should look into it. If the yellow eyed bastard has my son, then odds are he'd going to be dead within the month. And that's at most." John said coldly but Bobby saw right through it.
John was scared, he was scared for Sam. He lost too much already.