I know I said no new story, well I lied. lol. I couldn't get this one out of my head. It's so different from all my other ones, especially since it them as kids, that I really wanted to try and challenge myself by writing it. And hey, I've updated four of my stories today, finishing one of them, so I don't feel so bad. Lol. I do take it into consideration when you say I have too many stories, I really do, but still. I hope that doesn't stop you from reviewing this one cause this is a different and somewhat harder one for me to write :) Bobby and Paster Jim doesn't exsist in this story.

Prologue
John hated these long hunts. He wished he could be with his boys. He hated leaving them for days at a time. He really did. But he couldn't stand sitting in from of the television and veging out while knowing that thing was still out there. And other things. Monsters in the dark. Now that he knew about them, he couldn't sit back and do nothing.

He was so busy being quiet, about sneaking in this abadoned building that he didn't notice someone sneaking up on him and hitting him on the head with a gun, causing him to collapse on the pavement-unconscious.

"Hey, open up in there!" A voice bellowed, snapping 12 year old Dean wide awake. Blinking and readjusting his eyes to the light he stumbled to the door and opened it. The landlord was standing there, looking gruff and threatening.

"You dad owes me money," he growled. Dean swallowed.

"Look, he'll be back anytime," he started to say, thinking of the still sleeping Sammy. "He'll give you the money than..."

"Sorry boy, already happened once. He asked me to wait a few days for him to pay me back. He seemed like an honest man, so I waited. It's a week past the due date and somebody needs the room."

Dean bit his lip, suddenly terrified.

"Where are we supposed to go?" He whispered. "We're just kids!"

The man sighed, sympathy in his eyes somewhat.

"Look kid, I'm sorry. This is the job. I was already lenient once, and look where it got me. Why don't you look for your dad, or stay with a family friend? If your not out by noon, I'm callin' the cops." He walked away and Dean's eyes widened at that threat. The cops? They'd split up him and Sammy for sure. Put them in orphanges. Foster homes. Seperate families. They were better off on the streets.

"We have no friends," he managed to mutter as he closed the door.

"Who was that?" Sammy came out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes, still wearing his micky mouse nightgown. It made it even more visual, how young he was. Dean wished more than anything that Sam didn't have to deal with this. That he could be carefree of troubles. But he couldn't, so there's no use dwelling on it.

"We're leaving," he mumbled as he went inside to grab their suitcases. Thankfully their dad kept his suitcase in the Impala.

"What? What about dad?!" Sam cried, clearly confused and startled by this new information.

"Don't ask questions, all right?!" Dean snapped as he threw Sam's clothes in their duffle. "Get the food all right?" He stared at his brother's scared face. "Look," he sighed. "The landlord's kicking us out. If we don't leave he's calling the cops. You know what that means."

"Foster homes," Sam whispered. Dean warned him about the dangers of the law and cops enough times to understand. Dean nodded.

"Seperate foster homes."

"But what about dad? How will he know where we are? Where are we going?"

"Look, dad left a map here. I don't think he meant to. It outlined where he was traveling," Dean said, grabbing it. "We'll use that. And I'll call him. If he answers, we'll wait for him. If not, than we'll track him down somehow." He gave a fake smile and ruffled his little brother's hair. "Besides, we're Winchesters, right? We can do anything."

"Right!" Sam said with determination in his voice. A new sense of energy sunk in him as he got the groceries.

"Only what we can carry," Dean said, eyeing his boombox mournfully. He'll have to get another one at some point. Yeah, and with what money? He wasn't about to get rid of these tapes, though. Quickly he stuffed them in the bag too.

He bundled Sam up, knowing how freezing it was out there. Quickly the left the room and headed down towards the highway. He stopped them to call their father. No answer. So silently and sullenly they trudged on, unsure of what to do or exactly where to go. But Dean knew one thing. He had to be the strong one. He had to protect his brother more than ever. That was what dad wanted him to do. That was his job, and he wasn't about to screw it up. Sam's life depended on that he didn't/

When John woke he realized he was chained to a wall in the building. Shuddering he noticed figures around him, whispering strange things. In a tongue he didn't understand. An inhuman tongue.

Shuddernig he struggled against the iron that rubbed against his skin with one thought on his mind. That he escape and get back to his boys.

Nothing else mattered.

Again, not sure if this is any good or not. I know I have a lot of stories but please don't let that stop you from reviewing if you want to. I really want to know if I should continue on this or not. I'm kind of excited about it. So please, PLEASE review!