A/n: Hello there, let me introduce myself. I am a DC fic writer who dabbles in Sherlock and recently discovered SPN. So I have decided to throw my hand in at writing a fic!

I would like to say before anyone gets confused, the reason this is not in the crossover section is no one ever really checks it, so I felt I had a slightly better chance on the normal archive

Anyway all that remains to be said is thank you for listening (well reading) and enjoy the story

Disclaimer for all chapters: I do not own supernatural or coraline.


A small boy wonders along a gritted path and stops to gaze upwards. It is a cold, bleak winters day and the child is bundled up in a yellow rain coat. In the distance the long haired lad can hear grunting and complaining, to anyone else this might seem odd, but young Sammy Winchester knew it was his dad unloading the impala and his big brother was simply being a whiney bitch about it.

As the boys hazel puppy eyes peer to the sky he sees the garish neon pink sign. 'Pink Palace Motel - Vacancies'. 'Of course there are vacancies, we're like a million miles from anywhere.' Sam is suddenly drawn out of his musings by a voice coming from the car. "come on Sammy! We can't wait all day, I want to get in the warm!". The child sighs. "coming Dean!" he begins to walk over, curiously staring at the motel as he goes, unaware that his new yellow wellies are being splashed with mud.

The motel is an odd place. It simply looks like a normal house, well… a normal house that's been sloshed in bright pink paint. He can't help but notice the odd looking man on the balcony above. His eyes are so weird, they're all yellow and stuff. However, perhaps the most striking thing about this man is the way he is talking to rats - he keeps referring to them as his army. "Sammy I said come on!" Sam's small head snaps towards his big brother. "sorry!" He jogs over to the kid leaning against the black classic car.

Dean is immediately assaulted by a 9 year old brother trying to squeeze the life out of him. He sighs running a hand through his brothers lengthy hair. "Okay what do you want. You only do girly shit when you want something." The 9 year old looks up at his brother smiling a big gappy grin. "Can I go explore?" The elder sighs "pleaaaasssseeeee" The boy pleads dragging down slightly on the elders waist. "I don't know Sammy, it's a new area and I haven't searched it yet." The child scowls, immediately dropping his arms. However, as he goes to argue a thundering voice booms from inside the dingy motel room "Dean come on, I've found a place to train!" The freckled teen rolls his eyes before replying "coming dad!" Dean leans down to his brothers height and hands him a knife before fondly ruffling the kids hair. "just stay where you can see the motel alright?" The boy nods vigorously before running off. The teen could have sworn he heard a faint 'thanks Dean' but he couldn't be sure. He allowed himself a small smile as he wandered back into the pink prison.

What neither boy knew was that there was someone watching them through the overgrown grass.


A/N: Other chapters will be a lot longer :)

Anyway, thanks for reading and please leave me a review (just no heavy flames please)

Thanks again

Dixie X