Supernatural: Playthings

A/N: Hello, I am back again with a whole new story for you all. So, there will be some hints about what ol' Yellow-eyes is up to, how it involves Sam and the other special children, and you'll be seeing the Idris twins again.

R&R everyone!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER ONE: MISSING

"And as the king passed by, he cried unto the king: and he said, Thy servant went out into the midst of the battle; and, behold, a man turned aside, and brought a man unto me, and said, Keep this man: if by any means he be missing, then shall thy life be for his life, or else thou shalt pay a talent of silver."

1 Kings 20:39

"I've found the perfect place for the competition."

"Excellent, you know what to do now."

"Yes, father."

Peoria, Illinois…

Brady Garrett yawned as he got out of his car and headed for the front door of the house he lived in with Ava, who he knew would be home already and have dinner ready to eat; he didn't like working so late at his job, but he knew they needed the extra hours and the extra money for their wedding, which they'd already set back once after the death of Scott Carey last month, and their respective parents were getting edgy.

Brady was about to put his key into the lock, when he noticed that the welcome mat was in the nearest bush and that the Devil's Trap underneath it was now a smear with a long jagged crack through the center; suddenly fearing the worse, he gingerly poked at the door and it swung open slightly.

'Oh god.' Swallowing hard, he gingerly shoved the door opened and entered the dark house; he first peered into the kitchen and saw that a cooling dinner was on the kitchen table, he then checked the other rooms, including the salt that they'd taken to putting on the windowsills every day and night, and found that they were intact…at least until he reached the bedroom.

"Oh no-"

The room had been torn apart! The bed had been pulled apart, the closest had been emptied, the Chester drawer was toppled, the drawers scattered about along with their contents, the lamps were broken, and one of the windows was wide open, the screen missing; gingerly making his way across the wrecked room, Brady examined the sill and found that the salt line was gone and there was an yellow powdery substance on it instead.

Not sure if it was safe to touch, he bent down and took a quick sniff, gagging when the stench of rotten eggs entered his nose, and quickly backed away, realizing what had happen: sulfur, which meant demons!

Breathing hard, he took another quick look around the room and discovered that Ava's winter clothes were missing; this was way over his head and there was only one thing that he could do right now, and that was call for help.

Brady quickly pulled out his cell-phone and speed-dialed the number to the local field office. "Hello? Hi, my name is Brady Garrett and I need to be connected to Agent Aaron Hotchner right away! My fiancée has been kidnapped and I need his help right now!"

Provo, Utah…

"You know, you guys can stay as long as you need to," Elvis told the Winchesters as they packed up the Impala; after helping free Kat from the demon, they'd stayed with the Indris family for another four weeks, mainly so that Hannah could continue training Sam in controlling his empathic ability and had helped with the Halloween fun, but Dean wasn't the type that liked to stay in one place for too long, even with a steady job at the movie theater, and he was starting to getting antsy.

"Yeah, but we really need to get back on the road," said Dean, "do our job as hunters and hopefully find more of the other special children so that we can warn them about Azazel's plans…what we know of those plans, that is."

Elvis chuckled. "I understand, Dean," he agreed. "Just so you know, if you guys are passing through and you need a place to crash, you have a home here with us."

"Thanks, Elvis, that means a lot to us," Sam said, smiling and looking a whole lot better than he had when they had first arrived in the city, even Dean and Liz had noticed the improvement on his eating and sleeping habits.

Just then his cell-phone rang and he answered it. "Hello? Brady, hey – whoa! Whoa, slow down, man, and say that again…you're certain that a demon has taken Ava?"

Both Dean and Liz froze when they heard that and looked at Sam, who held up his hand as he continued listening to Brady, who was quickly describing what he'd found and that Ava was nowhere in sight.

"Okay, okay, we'll get there as soon as we can," Sam promised and clicked his phone shut, a stunned expression on his face. "Ava's missing, along with some of her winter clothes, and Brady found sulfur in their bedroom, which has been wrecked."

Now Dean and Liz were really worried. "A demon? But isn't that going against the promise that Azazel made to dad?"

Sam nodded, frowning. "Yeah, it is." He then turned to Elvis, who was also looking worried. "I'm sorry, but we've got to go and help a friend; let both Hannah and Ricky know that we said goodbye."

Elvis nodded. "I will, now get going."

And the Winchesters piled into their car, driving off to figure out what was going on, and why a demon had taken one of the special children.

"Well, you're right in suspecting demons, Brady," Dean remarked, examining the sulfur on the windowsill; they'd driven all through the day and through the night in order to get to the house, and by the time they'd gotten there, both the police and the FBI had gathered forensic evidence and were already sending out a missing person's report over the news channels for a nation-wide search since it'd been discovered that Ava hadn't been the only one taken.

"Garcia discovered that at least four other people were taken around the same time," Morgan told them; Derek had volunteered to check on things when Hotch told him the news, and Penelope had immediately began a search for strange disappearances involving sulfur. "Two of them were at home like Ava, one was in a restroom where others were killed, and the fourth was in her car."

"But why taken them?" Sam wondered. "Why now?"

Morgan shrugged. "Don't know, Sam, but that yellow-eyed bastard must have a reason to go back on his promise."

"Here's another question," said Liz. "Why take Ava's winter clothes at the same time?"

"Maybe she's been taken somewhere cold, and the other four are going to the same place," Dean suggested.

"I'll have Garcia start a search in the most likely places within the states," Morgan said, puling out his cell-phone. "'Cause I doubt that Azazel will take them out of the country."

Sam went over to where Brady was sitting on the repaired bed, looking like he hadn't gotten any sleep in the past 24 hours. "Brady, I promise you that we'll do everything that we can to find Ava and bring her home safely."

Brady nodded wearily. "I know you will, Sam, and if you kill the demons involved in the process, it'll make this even better."

Sam chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

After spending another hour looking for any other clues that might've been overlooked, Morgan headed back to update the rest of the BAU team, and the Winchesters piled back into their car to search for Ava on their own and call on both Bobby and Ellen for research help.

Cornwall, Connecticut

Pierpont Inn…

A slow wind blew through the night, and it made an ancient sign that read "Pierpont Inn, Est. 1930" sway and creak. Behind the sign was a beautiful mansion that was now a hotel and a large white van pulled up in front of it.

A large, friendly man followed a young woman, Susan, down the dim hallway inside and up a set of stairs.

"Most of the stuff is up here," she told him, leading the way.

"I still can't believe you're closing this house," the man remarked sadly as he looked around. "You know my parents got engaged here? My grandparents, too."

Susan nodded. "Yeah, a lot of people did." And they reached the top of the stairs. "The boxes are at the end of the hall. Need any help?"

The man shook his head. "Oh, no ma'am, I've got it." And continued down the hallway, walking past two little girls, Tyler and Maggie, who were dressed in old-fashioned schoolgirl outfits, and were sitting in the railing that overlooked the entryway.

"He's gonna take our toys?" Tyler asked, clearly upset.

"Only the ones you don't play with anymore," Susan told them as she started back down the stairs. "It's not like you don't have enough already."

Maggie frowned, not liking it either. "Son of a bitch," she said quietly.

"Son of a bitch," Tyler echoed.

Susan frowned up at Tyler. "Watch your mouth!"

"Maggie said it first!" Tyler protested.

Susan gave a long-suffering sigh. "Watch your mouth too, Maggie." And continued down the stairs. 'What am I going to do with those two?'

Having nothing better to do, Tyler went into a large room filled with, rather creepy-looking dolls and a large dollhouse – which was an exact replica of the hotel. Picking up a bit, she began placing dolls into their beds and chairs.

"Good night, Tabitha."

Looking into one of the rooms, she was confused, when a doll wasn't where she had just placed it; she searched the other rooms before leaning over and found it lying on the floor of the dollhouse, body facedown but head twisted up. Now really confused, she picked it up slowly. How did that happen? Just then she heard her mother scream.

Susan was in the front foyer and was crying into the phone. "Oh god. Yes, yes, are you there? Oh, you have to send someone right now, right now!" she began babbling. "I don't know, he-"

On the floor at her feet was the man; he was lying in a pool of blood and was contorted like the doll, also there were scattered boxes of toys lying around him. At that moment, Tyler came to the railing, peering over it with wide eyes; Susan saw her and gasped.

"Tyler, don't look! Don't look!"

She continued babbling into the phone while Tyler looked down calmly, almost as if she was in a trance; the man's eyes were staring, his hands were twitching, and his mouth was still pulsing in a horrifying gape.

A/N: Yeek! "Hides herself behind the couch" R&R everyone!