DISCLAIMER: I own no part of Supernatural whatsoever. If only, if only…
In a quiet neighbourhood in North Dakota, the moonlight reflected off the puddles gathering in the depressions in the paved street. The rain sounded musical as it ran down the insides of the tin eavestroughs to the ground below. It was a humid night, one of those nights when it seems the sound of everything is muted.
Inside one of the homes on Tealen Avenue, a soft light shone through the rain-spattered window of Charlie Sulden's bedroom. It illuminated the antique train set left on the floor, and the many drawings of misformed animals he had done that were hanging on the walls. On his bed beside the window, he sat curled in his yellow blanket, cuddling a worn brown bear as his mother read to him. His eyes were wide with surprise as Sophie turned the page to reveal a pop-up paper dragon. As he yawned, his mother smiled and closed the book.
"I think that's enough for today," she said as she tucked her sleepy son into bed.
"But Mom, we have to find out what happens to Princess Ophelia," Charlie said anxiously. He cuddled his bear closer to his chest as his mom came to sit on the bed and stroke his hair.
"Don't worry, I'm sure she will be rescued by the knight." She winked at Charlie, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and rose to leave the room.
As she switched off the light and was closing the door, Charlie called her.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Charlie?" She poked her head into the doorframe once again.
"Do you think there are things as scary as dragons in real-life?" he asked anxiously. His green eyes bored into hers, his brow frowning in await for her answer.
"No, Charlie, of course not," she said, smiling, as she closed the door. As she turned around to walk down the hallway, the whites of her eyes bled to become a cold, menacing jet-black.
"In fact," she whispered to herself, "there are things much worse than dragons in this world."