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Chapter one: Forgotten Past

"Dean? I can't see!" four your old Sam cried out, fear coating is shaky little voice. Sam reached out next to him, touching the earthy wall. "Dean?" He called again.

There was no reply from his older brother and the absence of him brought Sam to shaky sobs. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here or even where here was. It smelt of dirt and the only light he could see was way above him, leaving him in the dark.

Sam held himself as he cried, calling out for his daddy and Dean. He closed his eyes and imagined what Dean might say to him if he were there, "It's okay Sammy," Dean would say. "I got you," he would add, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "I got us till dad gets here," Dean would also say.

Sam wiped at his eyes taking comfort in the things his big brother would say to him if he were there. He stood, placed his hand back on the wall and started to walk. He didn't know where he was but it was a rounded room that wasn't big but wasn't super small either. He had to move around an object that was barred like a cage, but besides that the room seemed empty.

His tummy grumbled, announcing that he was hungry. When was the last time he ate? He remembered his daddy making him and Dean pancakes before leaving for another trip. Then he and Dean spent the morning watching cartoons until he had gotten hungry again and Dean sighed, "You're always hungry Sammy," he said, but got up and went to the little kitchen. Dean called him to the table a little later and they both eat their beany's and weenies. Dean had listened while he talked about the dream he had the night before.

That was it. That was all he could remember up until he woke in the earthy dark room. Sam continued to walk around the room with his hand on the wall. Dean would come looking for him, he would never let him out of his sights for too long.

There was a sudden loud creaking sound, almost like an old metal gate opening. Sam covered his ears to block out the sound. He could hear the sound of someone approaching. The light, thud, thud, thud sound got louder and louder until he was blinded by the sudden beam of light that flooded into the earthy room.

Sam fell back when he took in the figure that stood in front of him. It was hooded, so he couldn't see the face, but the hands that held a child smaller than he was were bony, with long fingers and sharp looking nails. The figure reeked of a smell Sam couldn't describe.

The creature moved in an eerie way as it shifted and placed the small child into what looked like a makeshift crib. That must have been the barred cage he felt before.

After the figure relieved itself of the child it turned to him, Sam fell backwards as the creature reached out to him. The creature followed him to the floor and Sam scrambled backwards until he hit the earth wall. The creature stroked his cheek, making a purring sound as it did so.

Sam let out a yell he was unable to hold back. The creature's finger was ice cold and it caused fear to tingle through him. He felt his stomach lurch like he was going to be sick and his ears rang.

The creature left him, closing the door behind it as it left. Sam curled into a ball, hugging himself. He wished for his brother again and started to cry softly.

He couldn't understand why this was happening. He couldn't understand what was happening. He was a good kid. He just wanted to go home.

The small child started to cry loudly. This made Sam straighten up and wipe at the tears on his cheeks. He had a mission and that made him feel better. He stood, going over to the crib. Sam couldn't reach the child, so he climbed in with her. Well at least he thinks she is a her.

He thought about what Dean did to comfort him. He sat down next to her and pulled her close. "Shh," he said, as she clung to him with her little fist. "Don't worry. My brother is looking for me and he will find us," Sam said to her, a small smile on his face. "He will come and break down that door and he will fight off that monster thing. He's good like that, my brother is the best." Sam patted her back, just like Dean would do to him. 'He would be so proud of how brave I'm being,' Sam thought to himself. The thought made him feel more brave, it made him feel as brave as his big brother.

Eight year old Dean woke. His mind was foggy and for a moment he couldn't remember where he was. He stretched out his hand, finding what felt like grass under his palm. His brow pulled together with confusion.

'What the-' he wondered, and then it all came back. Poor Sam was going crazy in that motel room and Dean had remembered seeing the park when they had driven by on the way to the motel, so he got Sammy dressed and they had walked to it. It was a little further than he had thought, but once they were there Sammy had gotten so excited that the long walk was worth it.

They stayed until the sun started to lower in the sky. Dean wanted to get home before dark, so he gave Sammy the five minute warning. After the time was up they started making their way from the empty park back to the motel when some dark figure stepped in their path from the shadows.

Fear flooded through him and he grabbed onto Sammy, pulling him in close. The thing stepped closer and that's when he grabbed Sammy's arm and started to run. Dean ran faster than Sam's little legs could go and Sammy fell, making Dean fall to the ground too. He quickly struggled to get Sam up, but Sam must have hit his head because he was unconscious.

The thing grabbed him and Sammy. Dean shouted for help, but there was no one around. He fought to get them free and the creature lost its grip on him and he fell to the ground. The creature moved faster with just Sam. Dean leaped up and took off after it. "No Sammy!" He cried out. His heart pounded in his chest with fear. "Please don't take him!" He begged the thing, as he forced his legs to run faster. Dean got tripped up on the roots of some tree and fell. He must have hit his head, because here he was, lying on the ground with a headache.

Dean jumped to his feet, his head spun but he didn't care. He couldn't believe that it was already nightfall. How long had he been out? Oh god, where was Sammy? His stomach dropped and his heart squeezed. If anything happened to Sammy he would die, Sammy was his to protect. Dean couldn't bear the idea that he failed his little brother. He couldn't bear the thought of living without Sammy. He loved and needed his little brother.

"Sammy!" He screamed out, knowing that it was in vain. Whatever that thing was that took Sam wouldn't have stuck around. The only questions were, was the thing human or monster? And was Sam still alive?

Dean shook his head as tears stung at his eyes. Help, he needed help. He took off toward the police station he and Sam had passed on the way to the park. He needed to get help and that was the practical place to go.

By the time he got there his lungs burned and he needed water badly. He rushed through the door, not caring about either, his brother needed help. He rushed up to the counter where an officer sat. The man looked down at Dean over his glasses, tilting his head as he took Dean in.

"There some problem little man?" the guy asked in a kind tone.

"Please!" Dean said, urgently between deep breaths. "My brother. Something took him!"

"Whoa buddy," the man said, he stood, going around the desk and kneeling in front of him. "Someone get this kid a water!" he called out.

Dean took a few shaky breaths. His breathing was normalizing and when the water was given to him he drank half the bottle. He felt guilty because Sammy was out there somewhere and was probably thirsty and hungry.

"Okay, why don't you tell us what happened?" the cop asked Dean.

"I took my brother to the park. We were getting ready to leave when this thing stepped out from behind a tree-,"

"When you say this thing do you mean a person?" The cop asked, interrupting Dean.

"I don't know what it was! It was large and was wearing a cloak type thing. I couldn't see its face but it had claws and it took my brother. Please you gotta help me!" Dean said, is voice ending in a high pitch squeal.

The cop sat back on his heels, as another other cop who was standing close by let out a laugh. "Go home, kid," The one who laughed said. "We ain't got time for tales."

"No you have to believe me!" Dean cried out. "Please my little brother is out there. He is about this tall," Dean said, using his hand to show Sammy's height. "He has longish brown hair and hazel eyes."

"Look," The cop who was in front of him said as he stood. "He's right, we don't have time for games."

"This isn't a game! Please you have to believe me." Dean pleaded, dread filling him. "Please," He said, with a defeated cry.

"Paul, maybe this kid is serious," The cop in front of Dean said, looking over at his partner.

"Na, the description matches all the prank calls we've had. All the kids must had heard the old tales, you feel me?" The other cope replied.

"Look kid. Go home and tell your parents. If this is true they can come to us. Now get going." The cop in front of Dean replied.

"But," Dean said, defeated. He wiped at the tears on his cheeks. He already knew the cops wouldn't help, but how could he just leave. "I'm not lying! He has been taken!"

"By the "Childless Lady" The cop called Paul said. "We know the tales kid, we grew up here. It's just a tale parents tell their children to keep them in at night. Now go home and let us get back to our jobs." Paul waved his hand in dismissal. The phones rang and both cops got busy.

Dean left, his head hanging. He felt sick as he walked back to the motel. What was he going to do? He wanted to look for Sam but where would he start? What was he supposed to tell his dad? He was going to be in so much trouble. He had one job and that was to look after Sammy. He could call Bobby but it would take him hours to get there and Sammy could be dead by then, if he wasn't already.

Dean got to the motel and tears ran down his cheeks. He wandered if he should just leave, but knew that his father would go crazy not knowing what happened to them. It would be better to just stay. That way his dad could decide whether or not he still wanted him. Surly he would though…Right?

Dean looked over at the crappy TV that was left on. Touched by an angel was on. It usually came on this time of night, and since it was either this channel, some other stupid show or the news, they often watched it. The woman on TV was crying because she found out that the woman with red hair was an angel.

Dean went to the bedroom and plopped down onto the squeaky bed. That's what he needed, an angel, and he knew that that wasn't going to happen because angels didn't exist. How could there be angels and a god when there was so much bad in the world?

He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He watched as the fan went around and around. He closed his eyes and saw Sammy's face, his small little face that was probably red from crying.

Again Dean's heart squeezed and he couldn't stand the helpless feeling in his chest. With a deep breath he closed his eyes and spoke out loud, "Please. Any angel who is listening. Please help me find my baby brother. He is probably so scared and hurt. I can't live without him and my dad would be heartbroken to lose him. You see, we have already lost my mom and he can't take anymore loss." Dean took a breath, and then continued. "I know I was supposed to take care of Sammy and I swear I did my best but if any of you help me I promise I will never let anything happen to him again. I will take better care of him." He finished with an amen, then cried until he fell asleep.

Castiel heard the prayers of the child and couldn't ignore the pleas. He stood over the now sleeping child he knew to be Dean Winchester. Castiel had heard the prophecies that revolved around the Winchester boys. So how could he not help?

Usually angels were not permitted to get involved in these kinds of affairs but given the circumstances, he was given permission. Castiel already knew what had taken the smallest Winchester. She was a unique creature that little was known about. Not quite a demon and not quite a spirit. Rumors of her have been present in this small town for many years.

Castiel walked over to the small chair in the room that held a teddy bear. He picked it up and could sense that it belonged to the youngest Winchester. He closed his eyes as he used the energy in the bear to find the child. It took time, as his power expanded over the earth, slowly stretching from him. He could sense the others at the motel. The people at the vending machines outside. The ones driving in their cars. The person across the street.

Finally he found the child. He was somewhere underground and he wasn't alone. He got the coordinates of the location and was happy that Sam Winchester was still alive and so was the other child.

Castiel put two fingers to Dean Winchester's forehead, giving him the information. As Castiel watched over Dean, he could sense that this child was going to be very important, and not just to the world, but to himself personally. The feeling was an odd one. Nothing but his brothers and sisters was every really important to him. Well his missions were, but those were important to all angels.

Castiel was supposed to locate Sam Winchester, Give Dean Winchester the information and leave. However Castiel could not leave. He would watch over Dean Winchester as he rescued his brother. Only when the Winchester boys were home safe will he leave.

Dean woke with a sudden idea where Sammy was. He had no idea how or why this location was in his head, but he followed his gut. He went to the location as quickly as he could. It wasn't far from the park they had been at.

The house he stood in front of was old. The windows were broken and the porch steps were snapped in half. The grass was tall and filled with weeds. He felt like there needed to be some kind of warning for people to stay away because it looked like the house would collapse at any moment.

Dean didn't need to go in the house though. The gate to the grounds was in the back yard, which had overgrown grass as well. Dean walked over to it, wondering briefly how he could have possibly known about this. He looked down at the door and thanked god that the moon was full; otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see at all.

Dean opened the gate looking door, and it let off a loud moan that rang out into the night. Dean cringed at the noise and prayed that the creature was far away and didn't hear Dean's intrusion. There were steps that headed down into the ground. Dean opened his eyes wide, trying to see. "Please let Sammy be alive," He said, then started to descend down the stairs.

A sudden ball of light lit his way a few steps in. Dean wondered momentarily where it had come from, but he was more concerned about getting to Sam. The steps lead way down into the ground and he wondered how deep they went. He could smell the dampness of earth along with another smell he couldn't identify that intensified with every step he took.

He came to a door that looked like it was made of thick steel. How on earth was he supposed to get in there? He did the logical thing first and tried the handle. To his surprise and delight the door squeaked open. The light flooded into a dark rounded room. At first the space seemed empty but as he went into the room he saw what looked like some kind of crib.

He could tell there was something in it but from where he stood the crib was in shadow. He walked over to it and thanked god the ball of light followed. "Dean?" A small voice asked. Dean ran to the crib then, looking into it. Sammy was there along with a smaller child who was about two.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out. He took his little brother into his arms as he heart pounded with joy. "I thought you were gone forever." Dean said to him, holding back tears.

"I knew you would come, Dean," Sammy said as he pulled away. "I took care of her," He added as he looked down at the toddler. "I took care of her the way you take care of me. Do you think I did good Dean?" He asked, waiting nervously for Dean's response.

Dean smiled at him, then looked down to the sleeping toddler. "You did great Sammy. I'm real proud."

Sammy's smile was big, he was so happy he had made his big brother proud of him. "Dean I was taken by a monster," Sam said slowly, afraid Dean wouldn't believe him.

Dean lifted him out of the crib and placed him on his feet. "I know Sammy. You hurt?"

Sammy shook his head. "No, just scared. Well I was until you got here." Sam gave him another smile.

Dean looked down at his brother and his heart swelled with love. Sammy was his favorite person in the world after his father. Maybe even before his father. "I'm glad you are okay. I need you to walk so I can carry her," he said, using his thumb to point to the small sleeping child.

"I can do that," Sam said, with enthusiasm that told Dean he had no idea how much danger they were still in. He was only four though after all.

Dean lifted the toddler from the crib and held her close. "Okay Sammy, stay close." With that, he led Sammy out of the room and started slowly up the stairs. The light followed and again he wondered where it came from. Dean was ready for the creature to pop out at any time. He didn't really expect to make it out of the ground, but soon they were emerging from the earth.

Dean paused once they were all out and scanned the overgrown back yard. The ball of light was now gone so all he had for light was the moon and it cast eerie shadows all around the abandoned lot. Dean shifted the still sleeping toddler so that he had her in one arm and grabbed Sammy's hand with his free one. "Okay Sammy. Let's get out of here."

They were about halfway to the front of the house when the sounds of screams sounded. It was a wailing, screech kind of scream that chilled you to the bone. Dean took off in a run with Sammy by his side. He didn't bother looking back. Dean could feel the creature gaining on them. All he could think was he was going to fail Sammy again. Not to mention the little girl he was carrying.

The air around them got colder and made the hair on his arms stand up. "Dean it's here!" Sammy cried out is panic. "I don't want to go back."

Before Dean could respond he felt something grab at him. The touch was cold and made him feel dread. The toddler in his arms let out a howl and moved frantically. She dropped from his hold, screaming loudly once she hit the ground. Dean could hear the creature's strange breathing in his ear as the thing started to drag him backwards.

He let go of Sammy's hand in hopes he and the toddler could get away. "Run Sammy!" He yelled. The creature couldn't take them all at once, not with the way Dean fought back. "Take her and get out of here. Go!" The creature struggled to keep him in its grip. "Go now Sammy!" Dean cried, wishing Sammy would just listen to him.

"I don't want to leave you," Sam said, with tears running down his cheeks. He walked over to the toddler, and lifted her from the ground. He struggled a little with her weight. "Dean?" Sammy said unsure.

"Go!" Dean yelled at him. He watched as Sammy took off as fast as he could and the idea that Sammy could escape made him happy. As long as his little brother was safe he was satisfied.

The creature screamed as Sammy escaped with the girl. Its grip on Dean tightened even more to the point where he struggled to breath. He heard the door to the stairs creek open and he did his best to get free, but his vision was blurring due to the lack of air.

Out of nowhere there was a flash of light, causing Dean to close his eyes. The light seemed to get brighter and the creature let out a scream of pain. He felt himself fall to the ground, smacking his head on something hard. After a second he felt himself being lifted into someone's arms and was surprised by the warmth of the touch.

The light vanished along with the creatures screams. "You will be alright," A gruff voice said. "I have you."

Dean opened his eyes and looked up at the man who held him in his arms. His eyes were still adjusting from the flash of light, but he could see the man had dark if not black hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was a little scruffy, much like his own father was. The man was walking with him in his arms to the front of the abandoned house.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, in a shaky voice. He didn't understand what had just happened.

"You're safe now," The man replied flatly. He placed Dean on his feet and looked him over. "You can come out Sam Winchester," He said to seemingly no one. However after a second Sam emerged from the bushes a little ways away.

"Sammy you were supposed to run," Dean groaned. He was sure Sammy would have kept going.

"I did Dean, but then I saw the light and hid," Sam replied. The toddler was by his side, holding onto his hand tightly.

"Are you hurt Sam Winchester?" The man asked Sammy.

Sam just shook his head, with a look of wonder on his little face. "What's the matter Sammy?" Dean asked, confused by Sam's expression.

Sam looked over to Dean with wide eyes. "You can't feel it?" Sam asked, surprised.

"Feel what Sammy?" Dean asked, going over to his little brother.

"That guy is an angel Dean," Sam said, pointing over to the man.

Dean looked to the guy and tried to see what Sammy was talking about. He looked like a normal person to him. What on earth was Sam talking about?

Castiel smiled at the smallest Winchester. It was not much of a surprise that Sam Winchester could tell he was an angel. Most younger children can tell, especially the ones who truly believed. That was why it was not a surprise that Dean Winchester couldn't tell. He could sense that the older Winchester had no faith that angels existed.

"I will take you home now," Castiel said, walking away from them. For a moment it seemed the children weren't going to follow but after a second he could hear the shuffle of their feet.

He knew he'd overstepped. He was supposed to help Dean Winchester find his brother, then leave the rest to fate, but he couldn't leave the boys on their own. If they were so important to the future why risk anything? It was a question only his father could answer and he had not been seen by any angel for so long.

He could hear the chatter as the boys talked about nothing important. Sam was worried about food and Dean promised he could have the last of the Lucky Charms. Whatever that was. It did make the younger Winchester very happy though.

Castiel followed the children into the motel room they were staying in. Sam Winchester went right to the table and sat down. Dean Winchester, who had picked up the female child half way back to the motel looked puzzled. "What are we supposed to do about her?"

"I will take care of her," Castiel replied. He took the child from him, cradling her close. He saw that was the way Dean Winchester was holding her, so it must be right.

The boy went into what Castiel assumed was supposed to be the kitchen. He pulled out a jug of what Castiel recognized to be milk and a box that read 'Lucky Charms.'

"Dean, do you think that thing will come back for us? Are we going to tell dad?" Sam Winchester asked. His fear was clear on his face.

"I don't think the thing will find us here Sammy. Dad will be home soon too, okay?" Dean said, trying to reassure his little brother.

Castiel knew what he could do, though he shouldn't. Yet what was the point of leaving these boys with those horrible memories? Why leave them afraid for their lives when they could be freed from the fear? The creature was weakened by him and it wouldn't strike again anytime soon.

Castiel put the toddler down, and she started to cry the moment he did so. He Went over to the younger Winchester, placed to fingers on the child's forehead and caught him before he fell from his chair.

"What are you doing!" Dean shouted in protest. Castiel ignored Dean Winchester as he brought Sam Winchester to the bed. He placed two fingers on the child's head again, this time taking away the memories. He knew they were gone when all the tension in the little body eased.

"What did you do to my brother!" Dean yelled.

Castiel looked over to him. He cocked his head to the side thinking; the protection Dean Winchester felt over his brother was the one usually given by parents. "I have helped him. He is just asleep and when he wakes he will no longer be frightened."

The boy looked to his younger brother with his eyes, then looked back to him. "Why is he no longer afraid?"

Castiel went to him, quickly putting him out. If Dean Winchester had seen it coming he would have fought it. Castiel caught him before he hit the ground, like the younger Winchester Castiel brought him to the bed. "There is no need to be more afraid than you already are Dean Winchester. You will do great things," Castiel told him as he placed Dean Winchester next to his brother.

It was harder to take Dean Winchester's memories, not that it was a surprise. The older you got the harder it was to take away or change.

He watched the boys sleep for a moment before going back to the toddler who was still crying. He lifted her up into his arms and was surprised that the crying ceased . He would take away her memory of this night as well, though she was unlikely to remember it anyway. He took one last look at the room, than disappeared into thin air.

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