CHAPTER 1

This is my first published story. I uploaded it before on another account, but I'd like to have my stories on just one, so...also, I corrected some grammar. I accept all replies and comments.

Sam (13)

Dean(14)

John (guess his age)

Sam and Dean go on a hunt by themselves and found that sometimes is better to just obey dad.

AND it will contain some spanking as a parental discipline of a minor, so if you don't like it please don't read so you don't have to comment something unnecessary.

AND, just so you know, English is not my mother language, so I may have some or many grammar mistakes.

-You think you'll forget about me? - The chulula asked Dean and Sam

-Oh! Believe me, we will –Dean said, emphasizing each word.

This was the first hunt they did alone; it was a chulula, some kind of young genius. They found about it in a town near their most recent home/rental house.

When they found out about it, they did some research and found that it was easy to kill, it was (as far as they read) just a simple silver bullet right in the middle of the stomach, but as they were very powerful creatures, it was necessary that after it was killed, or in a better way to say, after it was knocked out, it was needed that their tongues were cut off and that a silver knife was put its brain, or else the consequences could be really, really terrible. Not that the two active-hormone-teens really care to apply and do what their father taught them and at least finish the research. As soon as they knew that the bullet worked they went for the kill.

The chulula was trapped, both boys were pointing their guns at him, but still, it started to laugh.

-Oh! - Dean exclaimed- you laugh all you want, you SOB, it'll be the last thing you'll do.

-Dean- Sam called, speaking for the first time since they arrived at the house where they found the chulula- stop joking and let's get this over with.

It wasn't that the boy wasn't enjoining hunting by himself, well with his brother, but he couldn't stop the feeling of guilt that came to the middle of his stomach for coming to this hunt on his father's back, of course, John wouldn't agree with his boys hunting such powerful creature by themselves, first point as to why doing it without his notice. Dean knew that too, so he just went on a shoot, but even the so strong sound of the gun firing couldn't kill the "I swear, you'll never forget about me" yell from the chulula.

As soon as the bullet got inside the chulula´s stomach, it felt to the ground and some red-blood-smoke started to fill the room.

- Dean? Sammy called

- Let's go, Sammy, move! Move! Move! – He ordered, heading towards the door and pulling his shocked brother's arm.

They both were running down the stairs and almost made it to the bottom when Dean stopped listening to his brother's steps behind him, and when he got to the principal door, he turned and found that his little brother wasn't behind. Worry, he headed back to the stairs to search for him, but at the middle of the stairs he found the weirdest thing he could never believe was possible, instead of his almost-his-height-brother, he came face to face, well, knee to face to a little kid. Dean stopped dead when he saw the toddler and was undecided if he should get down or even near the kid because he could swear that kid wasn't in the house earlier, they had checked at their arrival.

He decided to go to the room where the chulula's body was, when the kid started crying. Dean wasn't that fond of kids, but he couldn't help the feeling when he saw the filthy, naked kid crying, so he kneeled and got even more shocked when he realized that he knew the kid, and knew was key word, because the last time he saw that little face was almost 10 years ago.

After the drive and a really not-to-happy talk with his father, where he half explained what had happen, John told him he was on his way back home. When Dean hung up he turned to the kid on his bed, still sobbing and looking very scared. And decided to go for the so-terrifying question.

- Sammy, do you know who I am?

- You're Dean- the kid said between sobs.

- Yes, I am, and –he continued, but got interrupted by more tearful crying.

- Where's daddy Dean? I want daddy

- Shh, shhh baby, daddy will be here soon – he said getting in the bed to hug him. The kid melted in his embrace and continued crying until he felt asleep.