Okay, this was first oneshot but this became twoshot because of its length. Sorry for the mistakes!
Set in season two.
oO::Oo
"Hey, where are you?"
"At the library. You?"
"Outside of the police station", Sam told Dean. "Man, it's all fake. This Willow- guy didn't die, he moved away. So I guess the legend is just a legend."
Sam heard Dean snort.
"I thought so, too. Because I found nothing about his death. I mean, if he had disappeared in some strange way like the legend says, the news papers would have written about it."
"True. But hey, I'll walk there. Just wait me, alright?"
"Okay. Bye."
Sam shut his phone with a sigh.
After they had killed the ghost killing people few weeks ago, they heard about strange disappearances happening in here. Winchesters asked some questions and name Willow Brown had popped up. He had been a farmer back in 19th century, who had "disappeared" soon after turning thirty.
Maybe he was the kidnapper, they had thought. The way people said Willow had disappeared matched the way these people were disappearing.
But turned out he had moved to Indiana. He had started a new life with his new wife there.
Even though Willow wasn't behind the disappearances, something was. And they still had to figure out what.
So there Sam was, walking to the Library hands in my pockets. It was cold and windy day in November. There was no snow on the streets yet, and that was okay to Sam. He didn't like snow even though it was beautiful.
Streets were quiet because it was Sunday. It was only half past eight, but there was still no-one except Sam and a few little boys chasing each other and laughing. They stopped when Sam walked past them.
Sam smiled at the little boy staring at him.
"Hey", Sam said and stopped when the little boy grabbed Sam's hand. Sam looked at the boy. He seemed scared.
"What's wrong?"
The boy didn't answer, just clenched his little hand around Sam's.
"Little guy, you can tell me. You look scared, everything alright?" Sam tried. He couldn't just walk off from the scared little boy.
"I..." the boy started. He couldn't be more than seven years old. "My mum talked with this meanie today.. he- the meanie said he is going to 'take care of Angelina'. What does it mean? Angelina is my teacher and so nice to everybody, please sir, don't let the meanie hurt her!"
Sam was surprised. What?
"Woah, umm, slow down a little. Who is this meanie?"
"I don't know. He hurt my sister, he slapped her to her cheek yesterday so my sister started crying!"
"Can you tell me what this meanie looks like?"
The kid thought for a moment. His friends has vanished somewhere, maybe down the street or inside the house behind Sam. Sam didn't know, but honestly? He didn't care.
"Well, he is tall. And he has tall coat. He is dark.."
"Dark? Like, black?"
"No, I mean dark. The coat is dark, his hat is dark, and he always stands in the shadow."
Sam sighed. These facts really didn't help, but 'taking care of' somebody sounded evil, and his job was to stop evil things.
"Why is your mum talking to this meanie?"
"I don't know. I am afraid of mum.. she hits us, too. Sometimes."
Domestic violence. Super.
"Where does Angelina live? I can go to talk to her, you know, tell the situation."
"I don't know the street name, but I can come show you."
Sam smiled at the little boy.
"Sure. Sounds good."
oO::Oo
They walked about two minutes before Sam remembered Dean. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Dean's number.
"Hey, what's taking you so long?" answered Dean with a question.
"Umm, I ran into this little boy who claims that somebody wants to 'take care of' his teacher Angelina. I just promised to help him find the teacher."
"Sam, you did what? We don't have time-"
"Listen to me, please! I couldn't just walk off from him, he is like seven and so scared. And it could solve our... problem, too. I'm just going to check it out, okay?"
Dean sighed.
"Okay, but I'm coming too. Where are you?"
"Walking down the 9th Street."
"'kay. Give me two minutes."
Sam shut his phone and turned his head at the little guy watching him carefully.
"Who did you call to?"
"My brother. He is going to come help us."
"Is he nice?"
"Yes, very nice. You'll like him. Do you like Metallica?" Sam asked with a grin.
Smile raised to the little boy's face as he nodded.
"I love Metallica, but my mum doesn't let me listen it. She says it's crap.."
Sam couldn't help himself thinking that the boy standing next to him had been through a lot. It wasn't fair, even though Sam hadn't had a normal childhood, he had been happy and felt safe. This kid didn't.
"Well good then, because my brother loves Metallica too. I bet he can let you listen to it in the car."
The look on the little kid's face was so happy that Sam felt better too.
"Really? Wow, your brother sounds so fair!"
Sam laughed.
"Yeah." Sam heard the familiar sound of Impala and saw Dean driving it. He pulled next to Sam and smiling Sam let the little kid sit in front.
The boy watched Sam sitting in the backseat, looking hopeful.
"You can ask", Sam whispered to the boy's ear. He started to like that kid.
"S-sir, can we listen M-Metallica..?" Boy asked shyly. Dean looked surprised and looked the boy for a second.
"I guess it's possible", Dean said smiling and pressed few buttons.
The Unforgiven started to play from the car speakers. Even Dean laughed a bit to the boy singing along.
"Alright, would you tell us where to go?" Dean asked the kid. He nodded and told Dean where to turn. It took fifteen minutes and three Metallica songs before they arrived.
"I'll come with you", the boy said, jumping off the car. Sam and Dean followed him, changing looks.
"Wow, nice kid", Dean muttered. Sam nodded.
"He doesn't seem too scared", Dean noticed. Sam nodded again.
"He was scared when I first saw him, but he relaxed when I said I was going to help."
Dean shrugged.
"I just hope you are right about this. The boy is nice, but something feels strange."
"I hope so, too", Sam agreed and knocked the door in front of them. Little boy stood behind them.
It took a while, but someone opened the door. It was man, maybe forty years old.
"How can I help you?" Man asked.
"Is Angelina here?" Sam asked. "We're partners at work, and-"
"Yeah, Angelina is upstairs. You want to come inside?" Man interrupted Sam cold look on his face.
Alarm bells started to ring inside Dean. Something was definitely wrong.
"Uhh, no. Could you just tell Angelina we came here?" Dean quickly said. Man nodded and Winchesters turn around. Boy had left and there was no sign of him.
"This is scary", Sam whispered as the began to walk away.
"True", Dean said.
"Hey! Assholes!"
Sam and Dean spun around together. Man stood right behind them, grabbing Sam's shoulders with his hands and sending his knee to Sam's stomach. Sam cried in quick pain and fell to the ground out of breath.
"Sam!" Dean yelled and looked to the man. Look on man's face was cold and there was blood on his cheek.
Dean sent his fist to the man's face, but the man just dodged the hit and kicked Dean to his legs, making Dean fall next to his brother. Dean had no time to react before there was two guns, another pointing at his brother and another pointing at Dean.
"You come here and ask about Angelina. Why?"
Sam backed off a little, breathing heavily. Dean quickly looked at his brother.
"Move another inch and you'll have a bullet in your leg", man warned Sam and Sam froze. "And you", man said looking at Dean. "Answer my question. Or this man here will find that bullet inside his leg."
"Woah, woah. You don't have to shoot anybody!" Dean said to the man. The man pressed the trigger and the gun went off, bullet flying to the ground next to Sam's knee. Sam jumped a bit, moving closer Dean.
"Alright, alright! Geez.."
"We came, because we are Angelina's partners at-"
"Don't give me that bullshit!" man yelled, pressing the trigger again. With a loud bang the bullet hit Sam's leg. Sam cried out in pain.
"It's true! Don't shoot!"
"Don't. Give. Me. That. Bullshit! Angelina is dead, you hear me? Dead! I killed her! Are you some kind of cops, huh?!"
Man was blinded with anger.
Dean was confused. If Angelina was already dead.. what was the boy talking about, then?
"You know too much. I have to do this now", Man said, moving closer to Sam and sending his boot to Sam's head. Sam fell limp to the ground, clearly unconscious.
"Sam! Don't touch him you freaky bastard!"
Man laughed, and last thing Dean saw was the man's boot.
End of chapter one ! Reviews are love !
And, again. I'm sorry for the mistakes ! English isn't my first language, so... but I hope you liked.