Satan's Little Helpers

Disclaimer: Okay… you know that I do not own Supernatural or the boys (sadly), in any way, shape of form. But I wish I did!!!

Chapter 1- Snatched

Sam sat at the table in the motel room, staring at his laptop. He ran a hand over his frustrated face. He sighed scrolling down another web page, scattered with newspaper articles.

"Dean. I don't see why we can't take Christmas off. Seriously, all of these hunts can wait. We've been hunting all year. It's a holiday for goodness sakes!"

Dean closed the cupboard door in the kitchenette, munching on chips.

"Well, I hate to tell you Sam, but Demons don't rest on the holidays, and therefore, we don't either." Dean explained between munches. Sam rolled his eyes.

"We haven't had a proper Christmas for ages. Can't we just take a break… until after the New Year? It's only two weeks." Sam pleaded. Dean stopped munching. His jaw dropped open and half chewed chips fell out of his mouth. Sam grimaced.

"Two weeks? It's ONLY two weeks?! Sam. Do you know how many people can die in two weeks?!" Dean started to get animated.

Sam sighed and turned back to the computer screen, defeated… for now. He clicked on another link. A newspaper article appeared, with a big, bold headline reading:

'Saint Nick, Nicking Christmas Cheer'

Sam's eyes widened as they scanned the article. Dean emptied his chip packet into his mouth.

"Sam? Have you found a hunt?" he asked. Sam nodded. Dean made his way over to the laptop from the bed on which he had been sitting. He glanced at the headline and started to read the article. He only got as far as the first few lines.

'A secret Santa is stealing Christmas cheer all around. Children and families have woken up, only days before Christmas to realise that the wrapped presents to relatives that had been under the tree, have been replaced with bags of coal…'

"Sam. Are you serious?! Coal? You're making us hunt someone who is replacing presents with coal?! I really don't think that this is our kind of hunt. There's nothing supernatural about it at all!" Dean complained, throwing his hands up in the air. Sam shook his head.

"You only read the first few lines, didn't you? Read this." Sam pointed to a section lower on the screen. Dean read on.

' No signs of a break in have been found at any of the houses. Urgency has been increased in this case, as it is not only presents that have started to disappear. Children have started disappearing from their beds at the dead of night. No ransom notes or any disturbances have been found or heard. One child has been kidnapped so far. Little Sarah Mitchell was taken from her bed on the 19th of December. Police believe that the offender will strike again and it's only a matter of time before another child is snatched…'

Dean's eyes widened, but he still shook his head.

"I don't really think that this is a high priority hunt, Sam."

"Not high priority?! Dean, kids are disappearing. How is that not high priority?!" Sam stood up now, as Dean sat down on the bed again.

"There are other hunts more important. I'd rather hunt vampires."

"Dean. Those other hunts are always going to be there; all year round. If this hunt only happens at Christmas, it's going to be another year before we get the chance to send this Demon back to Hell." Sam explained. Dean sighed.

"You were the one who didn't want to hunt over Christmas, a moment ago." Dean explained.

"And you were the one wanting to hunt!" Sam cried.

"Well maybe I changed my mind." Dean shrugged. Sam shook his head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Sam grabbed his bag and started shoving a few of his loose belongings into it. He grabbed the Impala's keys which were resting on the bench, and his wallet.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, worried. Sam turned and glared at him.

"If you're not going to help these people, then I am."

Sam stormed out of the room, his shoes crunching on the gravel outside. He climbed into the Impala. He waited in the driver's seat, staring at the motel door, his hands resting on the wheel.

"One… two…three…" he counted. Dean appeared at the door. He jogged to the driver's window. He glanced at Sam, his bag in his hand.

"Get out. I'm driving."

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Sam slept while Dean drove through the night, speeding along the winding roads. Finally, they reached their destination. It was too late to talk to the victim's mother now, so Dean turned on the heater before attempting to go to sleep.

In the morning, the boys dressed themselves in their suits and made their way to the house. A young dark haired woman answered the door. She was short, but slim. Her eyes were dark with rings and her hair tied back messily. She looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Hello? Can I help you?" she asked. She looked scared.

"Hi. Um… I'm agent Padalecki and this is my partner, agent Ackles. Do you mind if we come in and talk to you about your daughter's disappearance?" Sam asked. Both boys flashed their badges.

"Um… sure. But I've already told the authorities everything I know." She answered.

The Winchesters followed her into her lounge room, which was cozy and warm.

"So, Mrs Mitchell-" Dean started.

"Ms." She corrected.

"Sorry… Ms Mitchell… can you tell us about your daughter, Sarah?" Dean asked politely. The woman glanced at her hands curled in her lap. Sam could tell that this was going to be difficult for her.

"Sarah is a good girl. She's only seven. It's only me and her here." She started.

"Only you and her?" Dean questioned. Sam nudged him throwing him a dirty look.

"Yes. My husband passed away when Sarah was three. A car crash. It's been hard for us both, but she doesn't remember much about him."

"Oh… I'm really sorry." Sam offered his condolences.

"Can you tell us about the night Sarah disappeared?" Dean asked. The woman nodded.

"Her bedroom is on the second floor. She went to bed at eight o'clock, like usual. I stayed up until around eleven. I checked on her before I went to bed. She was sound asleep. I went to bed. When I got up in the morning, she was gone. I didn't understand how it could have happened. I'm such a light sleeper and I didn't hear anything. I searched her bedroom for any sign of anything… then I phoned the police." Her eyes were glazed over and staring into the distance.

Dean looked at Sam.

"Oh, um… do you mind if we take a look around Sarah's room?" Sam asked.

"Sure." The woman led the boys upstairs and to a white door opposite what looked like the woman's room. The door had coloured letters stuck on it, spelling out 'SARAH'. The woman opened it.

The room was pink and decorated with Sarah's drawings and finger paintings. Fairies hung from the ceiling and were scattered around the room. A single bed sat in the centre of the back wall; two windows on either side, lighting the room. A mosquito net, decorated with butterflies, hung from the ceiling and around the head of the bed. The bed was unmade.

"I haven't touched anything in this room since… I want it to be exactly the same as it was when she left, so that when she comes back, everything can go back to normal." The woman explained, hugging herself.

"We understand." Sam reassured, smiling sympathetically. Dean noticed the pained look on the woman's face as she stood at the doorway and scanned the room.

The Winchester's searched extensively, trying to find anything. The most that they got was a high reading on the EMF detector. But that was enough to convince the boys that they weren't just dealing with a human kidnapper.

They boys bid Ms Mitchell good bye. Sam and Dean turned to go down the steps and to the Impala, but she grabbed Sam's sleeve.

"Please… please find my precious Sarah. She's all I've got left. I've got no other family." The woman pleaded. Her eyes started to glisten with tears. Sam's face softened. He turned as she let go of his sleeve. He put his hands on her arms, looking her in her green eyes.

"I promise that we will find whoever is doing this. I will bring Sarah back."

TBC…

a/n: Alright! Let me know what you think so far! I've got some good ideas about where this is going! Stay tuned. Bellbird xoxo