A/N: This one takes place during season 11, but other than a reference to the general SL and some minor stuff, the story won't contain many spoilers.
. Come Play With Me .
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"Come play with me!"
"What?"
"What what?"
"Huh?"
"Sam?"
"What?"
"What the hell's going on there? You alright?" Dean sounded worried over the phone.
"What? Yes!"
"Then what the hell is going on?"
Sam had a hard time concentrating on his brother's voice since his attention was drawn to the little boy who was sitting in the corner of the room, looking at him innocently with bright green eyes and had he really just asked him to go play with him? And just who the hell was that kid and where had he come from! He was too small to be on his own and-
"Sam!" Dean's roar coming from the phone stopped his train of thoughts.
"Dean, umm... There... There's a little boy here."
"A what?"
"A little boy. Can't be older than 5!" Sam said, still eyeing the little boy, unsure what to do.
"A real boy?"
"What do you mean a real boy?"
"Sam! Focus, goddammit! Get the hell outta that room if you're that out of it."
"I'm not out of it."
Dean took a breath and it was clear he was trying to calm his nerves down. "It could be anything, Sam! Did you make sure it's a real boy?"
"Oh!"
"Yeah, Oh!"
"I'll... I'll just make sure." He put his phone down on the table and took the flask of holy water out of his breast pocket, slowly approaching the little boy, a hand on his gun, ready to shoot if it turned out to be a creature and not a real boy. Just as he got close enough to throw water, the boy disappeared and not just like when a ghost disappears, it was just different! A moment he was there and the next he wasn't; like he'd never been there; like it was all a figment of Sam's imagination.
Shaking his head, he went back to the table and grabbed his phone. "Dean?"
"You alright? What's going on? I'm on my way! I'll be there in 2." Dean said rapidly, showing that he was concerned for his brother's well-being.
"It's gone!"
"It's gone? So it wasn't a real boy?" Just as Dean said those words, the sound of tires screeching outside the motel room signaled that he'd arrived; seconds later, the older Winchester rushed inside the room that was their crime scene, gun drown and ready to shoot.
"Wow, you're fast." Sam sounded bemused.
"Did that thing touch you? Did it do anything to you?" Dean grabbed his brother's shoulder the second he made sure they were alone in the room.
Shaking Dean's hand off, Sam made a face. "Dean, I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine." Dean retorted.
"Really! I'm OK. I'm just kinda confused. Right now, I'm not even sure that the boy had really been there or I had just imagined it."
"What did it do?" Dean frowned.
"Nothing. Just said come play with me."
"What?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah." Sam shrugged. "I was talking to you and then this little voice said 'come play with me'. When I turned towards it, there was a little boy in that corner; he was 4, maybe 5; blond hair and real green eyes."
"Huh! And then it disappeared?"
"Yup."
"So, a ghost?"
"I don't know. Didn't feel like one."
"No?"
"No! The temperature didn't drop and it didn't disappear like ghosts do, you know?"
"Hmm." Dean scratched his head and brought the EMF meter out of his pocket and checked the room. Nothing.
"Something was familiar about the boy." Sam continued talking. "Like I've seen him somewhere?"
"Could it be related to a case? Like a victim you've seen pictures of?"
"I don't know. But why would something related to another case show up here? Because with only one victim we haven't seen many pictures here." Sam shook his head. "Let's get outta here. I can look more into this guy's past; see if there's a little boy related to him or something."
"Or maybe something happened to him when he was a child."
"Yeah. That, too."
"Still, doesn't explain why the EMF meter didn't show anything." Dean pointed out.
"Maybe I really imagined it."
And that's what Dean thought, too. "You need some rest, man."
Sam just sighed, he was tired after all, but not to the point where he'd see things. But he couldn't explain what he'd seen any other way, so he just kept quiet.
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"Come play with me!"
"Dean?" Sam called, sounding urgent but not loud; the little boy was once again in front of him and this time in their own room.
Dean quickly walked out of the bathroom as he heard Sam's tone of voice, but just as he followed his brother's gaze and his eyes landed on the lonely figure of a little boy, the boy was gone. Dean didn't have time to see it long enough to say what the boy looked like, but now he couldn't put it to Sam's imagination. There really was something going on.
"You saw it, right? Tell me that you saw it, too! It was right there." Sam asked frantically.
"Wow." Dean blinked with confusion. "Vanished just as I got here."
"But you saw it. Right?"
"Well, I sure saw something."
"Damn! How did it get here? It couldn't be a ghost."
"No. With the protection lines and symbols we've put around here, it couldn't be anything but a real boy which would be the case if he hadn't vanished into thin air." Dean frowned. "Could it be an angel?"
"Why would an angel want us to play with him?" Sam sounded skeptic. "And why would it possess a little boy's body?"
"Maybe it's a little angel?" Dean grinned.
"And who's created it? God's gone AWOL in case you've forgotten." Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean raised his brow. "What? Angels can die and do practically everything else, but they can't have sex and create babies like every other normal being?"
"You're saying normal!"
Dean looked thoughtful for a second and then shrugged. "Point."
"So?"
"Don't know, man. We can't both imagine the same thing. So can't be imagination. Could it be a fairy?"
Sam shrugged. "He looked familiar."
"Wouldn't know. Didn't see it long enough."
Sam turned around and was about to say something, but then closed his mouth and stared as his brother.
"What?" Dean inquired.
"His eyes..."
"Yeah?"
"His eyes were just like yours."
"They were green?" Dean asked like he was talking to a small child.
"Just like yours; maybe that's why it looked so familiar."
"Huh." Dean flopped down onto his bed. "Well, that gets us nowhere."
"No." Sam said absently, still trying to figure out why the boy looked so familiar.
"Come play with me."
Both men jumped and turned towards the corner behind the table; the little boy was back, looking at them with those innocent green eyes which were filled with so much pain that Sam could actually feel it.
"Please."
Both Dean and Sam stood there transfixed until the boy sighed and disappeared again.
Sam snapped out of it first. "Dammit." He cursed himself for being so mesmerized that after 3 times, he still hadn't done anything. But to his defense, this time, the pain in the little boy's eyes had put so much pressure on him that it'd taken his breath away.
Turning to his brother, he suddenly became alert; Dean looked pale and his widened eyes were still fixed on the spot where the little boy had been moments ago. Checking to see if the boy was really gone and finding the corner empty, Sam walked to his brother and tentatively grabbed his arm. "Dean?"
Dean's jaw moved, but no sound came out.
"Hey! Dean!" Sam shook him harder.
When Dean's eyes finally moved from the empty spot and turned to Sam, he sighed. "You with me? What was that about?"
"That..." Dean sounded hoarse. "Sam, it's me."
"What?" Sam frowned; Dean wasn't making any sense.
"That little boy. It was me. When I was 5." Dean clarified; his voice still quiet and tinged with shock.
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TBC
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A/N: So, what do you think?
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I don't own the show and its characters and all mistakes are mine.