Chapter 1

The Get Away

A semi- elderly Dean paused to lean on his cane and shoot at the monster behind him. He grimaced as he missed his target and fired a second shot winging the beast, a werewolf, and turned to run the best he could away. As he followed behind Sam and Charlie to the safe room he remembered a time when he was younger and he didn't have to use this damned cane to help him get around. He ducked and dodged moving to let Charlie and Sam get behind him shooting at the monsters that were chasing them through the once safe bunker.

He thought back to those times and if the situation wasn't currently dire, he might have smiled. Those were many years ago though and right now, he couldn't afford to be nostalgic.

He ran the best he could through the warded halls to get to the safe room. Sam and Charlie were right behind him. He might have been older but he was still a hunter. He entered the room, Sam following quickly behind him, Angel blade in hand and using his gun to fire the odd shot every few seconds.

They were rushing. They would soon be out of time and they had the mother-load of every pissed monster on their tails: demon, a shifter, a gin, a witch, a vampire, an angel and a werewolf. It was not a good day.

Dean fired two shots above Charlie's head as he watched her trip and fall. He quickly abandoned his cane and extended a hand to grab her and yank her into the safe room just as a werewolf attempted to grab at her ankle.

"Thanks for the life save," Charlie muttered attempting to catch her breath. Dean nodded and began helping Sam barricade the door. Charlie handed Dorothy the last of the ingredients for the spell. She was mixing them in a bowl next to a strange script on the wall.

"Where are the kids?" Sam asked when he was sure the door was barricaded well. He and Dean had their weapons drawn at the ready. It wouldn't be long before the monsters would destroy the barricade and force their way into the small panic room warding or no warding.

Sam watched as a young girl with long curly red hair stepped forward shouldering a book bag.

"You guys ready?" Dean asked motioning for the other two children to stand with her.

"As ready as we'll ever be," the girl with the red hair responded. The other two nodded.

Dean forced a smile as the youngest girl held back tears. "Come here," he told them embracing all three in a tight hug. Sam, Charlie and Dorothy joined in. None of them wanting to break the silence as they realized this could be the last time their makeshift family was together. They held each other for a good long minute, only breaking apart when a loud bang sounded against the barricade that was against the steel door.

"Finish it," Dean ordered. "We need to get them out of here." Dean ushered the kids toward the writing on the wall where Dorothy was finishing up the spell. He reached into his pocket and handed the boy a flash drive. "Look after your sisters Eli." Dean instructed the teen. Eli nodded.

Dean and Charlie watched as the teens stood next to the wall. Charlie, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, weapon by her side. They watched as the younger girl took out a knife and cut the palm of her hand wincing at the pain. She drew a symbol onto the wall with the blood, the last part of the spell, and recited a phrase in Latin watching the symbol glow. The teens held hands as the light overcame them.

Charlie and Dorothy's voice chorusing, "We love you," was the last thing they heard before a big bang erupted and the barricade to the room broke. The sound of gunfire filled their ears and the images of Charlie, Dorothy Sam and Dean fighting off Supernatural beings burned their retinas as they traveled to the past.

-SPN-

Sam Winchester rubbed at his tired eyes and took another sip from his cup of coffee before glancing back at his computer screen. He couldn't sleep. The case with Ed and Harry was still bothering him. Not the Thinman thing, but the relationship between the two friends. It was so similar to his and Dean's he couldn't help but let it bother him. Sure, the brothers had been working on patching things up lately, but it wasn't the same.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he had just gotten off the phone with Garth. The elusive Abaddon was still causing trouble.

"Anything on Abaddon?" Dean asked entering.

Sam shook his head and hit the end button on his phone. "Just plenty of soul mining going on." he told his brother. "That was Garth. He and a few other hunters have been shutting down the soul turning business of Abaddon's minions, but we've got zip on the queen of evil's location."

Dean nodded once and took a swig of his beer. He grabbed a file off of the table and tapped it once on Sam's shoulder before turning to leave. "Alright then, back to looking; there's got to be something that we've missed."

Sam watched Dean headed back to the kitchen and turned his attention back to his computer and the file in front of him. He took another sip of the coffee and sighed, leaning back in his chair. He was exhausted.

A slight humming sound followed by a flash of blue light jump started his senses. A fiery blue light grew in the middle of the room spitting out three young teenagers before vanishing in front of him.

Sam jumped to his feet; simultaneously drawing his weapon as he watched the teens collapse onto the floor.

"Dean," Sam called out rushing toward the teens. Kneeling down beside the girl with long curly red hair, he watched as she rolled over to her side and groaned.

Dean rushed into the room, weapon drawn.

The girl sat up rubbing her head. Her long curly red hair fanned out wildly around her. She looked up at the brothers and attempted a smile, wincing at the pain. "Great suns of Moondoor," She said reaching into her pocket and pulling out the key. "Hey, nice to see you too, bitches." she said giving a slight laugh as the other two teens groaned, before all three proceeded to pass out.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.