Hi there,

So this is the first part of my "SPN season 7". There are many chapters, but they aren't very long each, so don't be discouraged ;o)

The second "episode" is called Peace Out, and the third Run to the Hills.

I would really love to know what you think about my story! :o)

The house lay dark, like the rest of the neighborhood. All the windows were black, except for in the one room upstairs. The light went out in that last window too.

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Alice, a woman in her late 20's, turned off the computer and crawled into bed. She lay on her side, facing the window, away from the half-closed bedroom door, and enjoyed the soft cover snuggling her.

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From outside the house, you could see a strange new light appear in one of the windows on ground floor. It moved through a few rooms and then went upstairs.

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Alice was half asleep. The door opened slowly with a loud creek and her eyes opened widely.

She listened in the dark. Nothing. She turned around to check and sat up in bed. There was no one at the door. She was just about to turn back when she heard a loud growling right next to the bed. Slowly she turned around. A golden retriever was standing with his front paws on the bed, growling at her.

"Bowler..?" Alice said with a puzzled look.

Bowler's growling only intensified, and with a chilling sensation running down her spine, she realized maybe he wasn't growling at her… She spun around and THERE – a pair of eyes in level with hers! A six year-old boy was sitting on her bed. Their eyes stayed in a lock for a beat. Finally she rubbed the sleep off of her face.

"Jim, honey, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I am not Jim," replied the boy.

"What..? Honey it's really late, why are you..."

"I am not your son."

The boy's voice was calm and detached. Something was very, very wrong. Hanging on to hope, Alice tried one last time:
"Jimmy?"

"You must call Dean Winchester," the boy demanded.

"Where did you get that name?"

"Call Dean Winchester and I will spare the child."

The entity possessing Jim gave way and he fell lifeless into his mother's arms.

"Jimmy! Jim?" Alice franticly shook Jim awake. Bowler came up and started licking his face.

Still in a haze Jim protested:
"Bowler get off..! Mom, I'm...tired..."

Jim dozed off again and Alice held her son tight, with panic all over her face.