A/N: Welcome, readers, to my first Supernatural fanfiction. I'm excited about writing this story and hope that you like it enough to read. The prologue is short but I'm speedily finishing up the first chapter and writing the second. So, without further a-do, I give you: Through A Child's Eyes.

Then: Twenty-three years ago, Dean and Sam Winchester lost their mother when a demon murdered her in young Sam's nursery. Twenty-two years later, the brothers begin to work together hunting the supernatural and saving lives just as their father, John, taught them. They start to piece together their mother's death and it leads to a yellow-eyed demon that had a streak of visiting other toddlers like Sam, leaving them with special abilities such as telekinesis or having visions. The brothers and their father planned to kill the demon with a colt uniquely made to destroy anything and everything of the supernatural realm. After John made a deal with the yellow-eyed demon, his own life for Dean's, the father told his eldest to watch out for Sam; to save him or kill him. After learning of his father's warning, Sam felt the need to search out others like himself. On his journey he discovered a fellow psychic, Ava, and the knowledge that he and the other children were meant for some kind of army. Shortly after he learns this, Ava disappears; signs show a demon kidnapped her. Dean swears that they will figure something out; that he will protect and save Sam no matter what.

Now:

Combes, Texas

Wind rustled through bare branches, transporting wisps of dark clouds over the bright full moon. The autumn air grew chilly as a young family of three raced through the packed parking lot to the front entrance of the school building. A pair of yellowed bulbs illuminated a bulletin board which sported the information of an open house night.

Sonia Salazar ran ahead of her parents, eager for them to meet her teachers and be amazed by her accomplished works. Mr. and Mrs. Salazar laughed in amusement at their daughter, keeping up with her, though reprimanding her for running indoors.

The hallways were long, clean, and quiet, signifying that other parents were already seated in classrooms listening attentively to exhausted teachers who managed to sum up energy for extra hours added to their already long days.

Sonia was a young pretty thing at the age of seven. Silky curls fell down her thin back while her dainty colored arms swung happily at her sides. Mrs. Salazar quietly admired her daughter's large exuberant smile as they finally reached the last classroom at the end of the hall just before they reached the cafeteria.

After knocking on the door, Mr. Salazar led his family into the room with an apology for the interruption to the other parents and children.

"It's not a problem, really," The teacher acknowledged with a tired grin, before gesturing to the rest of the room. "Please have a seat. We're just going over the curriculum every student at this grade level is learning."

Finding seats at the back, Mr. Salazar wrapped a sleeved arm around his wife's shoulders as their daughter settled into her mother's lap, quite content. As the rest of the night continued, Sonia soon found it necessary to go to the restroom and shook her head when her mother insisted that she accompany her.

"I can go by myself, I'm not scared." Sonia argued in a whisper so as not to disturb the other parents who were currently busying the teacher with questions.

Smiling again, Mrs. Salazar leaned forward, signaling to her husband not to interfere, she knew what she was doing. "I'm not saying you're scared, baby; I'm the scaredy-cat who doesn't want to go by myself. Come on, let's go."

Hands clasped together, mother and daughter exited the room, leaving Mr. Salazar rather uncomfortable at suddenly being the main focus of other parents.

The restroom was down the hall adjacent to the classroom they had just left, easing the mother's nerves by not being far from others. Something about school buildings, haunted or not, gave a creepy eerie feeling after dark.

Standing at the sink in the girl's restroom, Mrs. Salazar began to arrange the items in her purse while listening to her daughter hum from behind a stall door. Lipstick went into a side pocket, wallet stood up on the side, bills go between the powder and the wallet, and her cell phone lay at the top. As she considered a different arrangement so she could fit her ipod and book as well, Mrs. Salazar noticed a sudden halt in her daughter's humming.

Glancing through the mirror to the stall door at first, Mrs. Salazar soon turned to look for herself.

"Sonia? Are you okay?"

Her heartbeat quickened when no reply was given. She stepped forward and paused when she finally did hear her daughter's voice, though it was hesitant and unsure.

"Mommy, is there someone in the next stall?"

Mrs. Salazar's eyes snapped to the closed door of the largest stall in the corner. She could have sworn that all the doors were open when they entered and all had most definitely been empty.

"No, baby, why do you ask?" She stepped closer still to her daughter's stall, hoping to hear more.

"Someone's…crying…" Her little voice sounded confused, sending shivers up the mother's spine.

"Sonia, why don't you come out?" The woman licked her lips before catching the bottom one under her teeth. Again, her daughter didn't answer straight away. "Sonia?"

Slowly she lifted her palm to rest on the door, only to find it swing back under her touch.

"Sonia, baby, are you ready?" Pushing the door back the rest of the way, Mrs. Salazar's heart could have stopped dead then and there. An empty stall met her wide eyes, causing the woman to look up and down the restroom in panic. "Sonia?"

Immediately she was slamming open the rest of the stall doors, coming up only with empty stalls in return.

"SONIA!"