Notes: Takes place from "The Benders" episode. Dean is 17 and Sam is 13.

Missy

Chapter 1

John looked at his son with distaste. "You really screwed up Dean, you know that?" He was furious, no he was way past furious. "You almost got your brother killed." Sam was standing beside his big brother trying to stick up for him. He wasn't doing a very good job of it though, because John wasn't listening.

"I'm okay dad," said Sam nervously. "It wasn't Dean's fault. It was my fault. I screwed up. You're drunk dad."

"Just leave it alone Sam," said John and turned his attention back toward his eldest. "Dean, that's it. This is the last time. You are such a screw up; you're a failure Dean, a father's worst nightmare." He continued to stare at his older son. "Damn it Dean! I know one damn thing. You will never screw up again ok? You'll never get the chance. You're a loser and your mother, rest her soul would be so disappointed in you. She would be just as disappointed with you as I am right now. You're worthless, just totally worthless. If you can't do anything right when you go on a hunt, then you're through with hunting. Is that clear?"

"Dad wait," Dean pleaded as he tried his best to explain. "Just listen to me for a minute." It didn't do any good because John wouldn't listen. He wouldn't let his son explain. He was just that angry.

"No Dean," he said. "That's enough. I'm going to have to ground you. I want you to just go to your room and stay there until I tell you to come out. I can't even stand to look at you right now."

Sam was angry too. But not at Dean. He was angry at his dad. He couldn't believe how John was acting. He couldn't believe how he was treating Dean. He wouldn't believe that he would do that.

Sam looked at his brother before Dean went upstairs. He was devastated. He tried to say something, something that would make his big brother feel better but the look that Dean had on his face right then was heartbreaking. He looked so hurt, almost destroyed and Sam could hardly stand it. His father's words hurt him so much that Sam just didn't know what to say.

Dean looked at his father with those big eyes and then he looked at his brother. He did as he was told and went upstairs to his room. John's words rang true in Dean's eyes and now he saw himself as a failure.

He went to lie down on his bed. He didn't want to cry but he couldn't help it. He let the tears fall freely and started wiping them away. He wasn't supposed to cry, he didn't want to but after what his father had just said to him he couldn't help it. He made his decision. He decided to run away. "They'd be better off without me anyway," he quietly said to himself. "Maybe I won't be such a disappointment if I'm not here.

He only packed a few things and a picture that he cherished very much. He opened his window and quickly climbed down. He didn't leave a note and he didn't look back. He just went to get his bike and rode off in a hurry.

He'd been riding his bike for what seemed like forever to him but he kept on. He was still very upset. Suddenly a gun shot rang out. He didn't notice the two hunters in the woods. The bullet grazed his forehead and he fell unconscious to the ground. Blood ran down the side of his face. He also didn't see the creepy little girl named Missy playing in the woods with her doll.

She didn't have any friends. Her family wouldn't allow it so the doll she had became her only friend. She heard the shot and looked up. She got to her feet to see if she could see anything. She looked

ahead and saw a young kid lying on the side of the path. She ran over to him. The two hunters also came over to where Dean was lying.

They both stared down at Dean, and one of them said, "Great. We finally have someone to hunt."

Missy looked worried. "But he's hurt," she said. She didn't want them to hunt Dean.

"Don't worry Missy, he'll still be good to hunt. We have a young one this time. He's going to be fun to hunt." The second hunter picked Dean up and carried him away.

A little while later, John fell asleep. Sam had been trying his best to reason with his dad but it was no use. He was still angry at Dean. When he fell asleep, Sam went to check on his brother. He knocked but there was no answer. "Dean are you ok?" he asked as he knocked again? He frowned when he still didn't get an answer and opened the door.

Dean wasn't even in the room. "Dean," he yelled. He got no answer and then he saw that the window was open and some of his things were missing. He became afraid. He yelled Dean's name again.

John woke up when he heard his son calling his brother and came running to Dean's room.

"What's the matter Sam," asked John.

"Dean's gone dad. He's gone. He didn't even leave a note or anything." He looked up into the worried eyes of his father and said, "You hurt him dad. You hurt Dean real bad."

John looked terrible.

"Dad it was really my fault. Dean even told me that what I did was wrong and I didn't listen to him."

"Why didn't you tell me son," asked John?

"I tried to but you wouldn't listen. I'm the one that almost got myself killed. Dean never screwed up.

It wasn't his fault. I tried to tell you." John just looked at his son.

"You've got to believe me dad," said Sam. "Now Dean's ran away. You said some awful things to him dad." John continued to look at his youngest. He didn't even know what to say.

He touched Sam's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry Sammy. I didn't really mean any of it. I was worried about you and I was drunk. Don't worry. We'll find Dean. We won't stop looking until we do. When we do, I'll apologize to him and give him the biggest hug ever okay?" Sam nodded.

"Ok," he said. There was a knock at the door. John went to answer it, but before he did, Bobby came right on inside.

"Hey John," he said and smiled. He stopped smiling, however, when he seen his face and then Sam's.

"Is something wrong," he asked suddenly worried. "Where's Dean?"

John and Sam looked at each other and then John looked back at Bobby. "Dean's ran away," he said. "It's all my fault. I said some really bad things to him. I hurt his feelings.

"You stupid ass," said Bobby. He was really angry. "What did you do to him? What did you say? I told you about that. I told you what that damn alcohol will do to you if you get drunk. What did you say?"

"I blamed him for something he didn't do. I said some really hurtful things to him and now he's gone." Bobby looked at John and he was really pissed off at him.

"You idiot John," he said "How the hell can you be so cruel to your own son?"

"I was drunk Bobby. I swear. I'm going to make this up to him. We have to find him." John glanced at Sam who had started crying. "We'll find him Sam. Don't worry. We'll find him."

Bobby was still very angry at John but tried to calm down. "Well all that matters is now. We have to find that boy. If anything happens to him you will be held personally responsible for it. You better pray that Dean is okay."

"I'll do whatever it takes Bobby, I promise. I love my kids."

TBC