Hi guys, um, I haven't written anything in a while, so please don't be too harsh.

I'm already working on the next chapter, so it shouldn't take too long.

Also, I'm sorry if my English isn't perfect. I mean.. MicrosoftWord said everything was okay, but that doesn't always mean it is.

DISCLAIMER Dean and Sam aren't mine (although I wish they were..), all the other characters are OC's.

(this by the way, is the opening scene. Just like most of the time in the series, this one opens with a murder, sorta)

'That will be 5.50$ please' the guy behind the counter said most uninterested. 'Sure' the woman answered reaching for her wallet in her purse. Smiling at him she gave him the money. He grumbled something in reply and went to the room behind the store. While making her way through the racks full of random night store stuff, the light above her flickered a bit.

As the door closed behind her with the ring of a bell, she saw a movement a couple houses away. Not really caring, she headed that direction, making her way home. As she came closer to the house where she had seen something move, she notices that it wasn't something, but someone. A small boy. By the looks of it maybe 7 years old. The women stepped towards him to get a closer look. Even in the dark it was easy to see that he had a black eye, a cut lip and a smear of blood on his forehead.

'Help me' he mouthed, no sound escaping his lips.

'What's wrong? How can I help you?'

No response. He just looked at her. Trying to figure out what to do, she took her phone out of her purse. No signal. That's just great.

'You know what, I'll take you down to the police station, okay?'

She reached for his hand to hold it but before she could, he was standing a couple feet away staring at her.

'Don't be scared, boy. No need to be afraid. I'm Patricia.' She held her hand at her chest, as if to point towards herself. 'What's your name?'

Again, he just gave her a blind look.

'Okay then, will you follow me? I'm going to bring you somewhere they can help you.'

He did seem to understand that, because when she started walking, he followed right behind her.

A couple blocks later the kid suddenly stopped moving. Patricia turned around.

'Whats wro-'

Her question was cut off as an incredible, and invisible, force pushed her into the alleyway next to her. Lucky for her she landed on some garbage bags.

Trying to stand up she called for the boy. She didn't get an answer, but within a second he stood before her, seemingly appearing out of thin air. Taken over by fear, Patricia started to whimper. 'What is this?' she sobbed. 'Who the hell are you?'

The little boy smiled and struck her face.