I just need to add that this story hadn't been beta ed nor am I perfectly bilingual. My actual first language is french. I hope it is still okay.

Children's Tale

Chapter 1

A house made full of bread and cake showed up in the horizon. The windows were made of clear sugar. A little girls and boys dream house, but it wasn't a child that was standing near the forest. A woman in her thirties was looking behind her back, scared. Her hands were shaking with the fear she was feeling and unconscious of the danger she was in, she closed in on the house, walking fast. Her long and brown hair marred by pieces of leafs and wood. Stopping right before the door, she tried opening it with no success. It was locked. Screaming in defeat, she looked to the left, spotting a sugar window and she neared on it. Using her elbow, she used all of her strength to break it down, but other than a little crack on the window, the house stayed intact. Turning around she took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of an old woman, leaning on crutches.

"My dear, what has brought you up here? Do come in and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you."

The woman nodded briefly, once again looking over her shoulder while walking towards the house. A wide smile appeared on the old woman's face. Walking without any trouble despite the crutches, she closed the door behind her. Soon after a scream could be heard in the forest, and the distinct sound of "Help me" could also be heard. However, the house was too far in the forest for anyone to hear.

"Dean, we should really look into this case. I swear to you that something is wrong. A woman disappeared this time." Sam said, looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

Dean, for his part stopped eating, looking up from his "Breakfast Special".

"Ya... What happened?" Dean asked his mouth still full of eggs and potatoes.

Sam looked away, disgusted.

"Well apparently, she was coming home from a book club when she disappeared. Her car was found near the road on 43th street. Her purse was still in the car as were her ID's."

Dean put his fork down, swallowed and smiled.

"Definitely our kind of weird," he said getting up from where he was sitting while putting two twenties on the table.

Dean closed the door of the impala at the same time Sam got out of the car. Both were dressed professionally. They both walked up to the front door, before knocking on it. A few seconds later, a man in his thirties opened the door. His eyes were red and shining with unshed tears. He was wearing a white dressing gown, which had seen better days.

"Mr. Taylor, we have a few questions concerning your wife," Sam said, showing his FBI badge at the same time then Dean was.

Mr. Taylor nodded, exhausted. "Do I really have to go thru this again? I mean I already saw one of you guys... maybe you could just go and see your partner and share notes or something. I already told everything I know to him."

"I'm afraid it's the protocol, Sir." Sam added.

Mr. Taylor opened the door and waited for Dean and Sam to get in before closing it behind him. The place was small but neat. Dean immediately looked at a few pictures near the stairs.

"Is this your wife?" He asked, picking up a picture in which four women were having fun.

Mr. Taylor nodded.

"Yes... Lucy's the one on the left... this picture was taken two years ago. She went with her friends in Canada, visiting Montreal. She had a great time."

Dean nodded, frowning at the picture.

"Can you just tell me one last thing?" Dean asked.

"Sure"

"What is this women name?" He asked, pointing to one of two women in the middle.

"Oh. This is Carolyn. She was one of Lucy's best friends back then."

Sam frowned. "What happened?"

"A fire happened... She was disfigured and refused to see or talk to anyone after. She now lives alone near the lake..."

Dean nodded, putting the picture near the bookshelves.

"Thanks for your time."

Both brothers went out and walking towards the impala, Dean turned toward Sam.

"She had no shadows," he said, fetching his car's keys in his pocket.

Sam frowned. "Really? Maybe we ought to be giving her a visit"

Dean knocked on the wooden door, for the third time.

"Maybe we should break in?" Dean murmured, glancing up at one of the window which was opened.

"I don't think it's such a great idea." Sam said. "Maybe we should come back tomorrow. We need to talk to her."

Dean nodded, walking back towards the car.

"This house is creepy. How can anyone live in that shit anyhow?"

Dean and Sam both got into the impala, not noticing the house's door opening by a few inches. Getting sure the brothers were long gone, Carolyn opened the door widely. She was covered from head to toe in a black fabric that was enveloping her thin figure.

"I hate hunters getting into my fuckin' business." She murmured, putting a hand that has been badly burned to the door. She closed her eyes, smiling softly, feeling the wood under her palm. She could also feel the essence of the two people that has touched this door. Concentrating herself on those essences, she saw suddenly the taller hunter disappear from the car, before she reached to the other one, watching him disappear also.

"Now it's my time to play!" She said suddenly, opening her eyes and getting her hand down from the door.