Authors note: I know, it always comes as I shocker, but…dun, dun, dun…I don't own Supernatural! *gasp* Kripke does.

In this story, Dean is 9.

I was having the dream…no, nightmare again. The night five years ago was forever burned into my memory. Jumping out of bed, feeling the heat instantly. It was coming from Sammy's room. I ran toward it.

'Dean!' my dad called out. I saw him as I ran closer. Sammy's room was on fire, and I was scared. Then I saw the small moving bundle in his arms. Sammy was okay. About that time Dad shoved my little brother in my arms and yelled 'Run!' at me.

As I was near the door, I heard Dad yell 'Mary! No!' behind me. Mom? As I turned around, Sam squirmed, feeling the heat again. I tried to hold on, I really did, but with him being in a blanket, my sweaty hands and him moving around, I dropped him. Dad tries to tell me he slid out of his blanket, but that doesn't mean a thing. Right at the time, Dad came around the corner and down the stairs, picking me up, thinking I still had my brother since I was holding the blanket.

In reality, my baby brother was still in the house. He was crying when I dropped him, but Dad didn't hear because of all the sirens going off.

I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. That day, we lost two members of our family. Dad goes on a bunch of hunts, and I usually do the research. Whenever I ask Dad why I have to do the research, he just looks at me. He's explained it a lot. 'Dean, I need you to do your part. The more of these things we kill, the closer we are to finding the thing that killed your mother.'

I always reply with 'Yes sir' and go back to working, but I feel terrible as I do the work. Dad goes to such lengths to kill the thing that killed Mom, but he can't do anything about the person that killed Sammy.

I get up and rub the sleep from my eyes, instantly awake. As I walk into the small kitchen, I immediately saw the small sticky-note on the fridge.

I don't know why I bother to read them. I knew what they all said. Something along the lines of 'Dean, I'm on a hunt in *insert city here*. I'll be back in a couple days. There's a 50 on the table and a pistol under the sink. Be careful.'

It's a Thursday, but we have a four day weekend at school. I look around for something to eat for breakfast and realize I'll have to go shopping sooner than I thought. We're in a relatively small town in Kansas, with one convince store, one car garage, an old orphanage, and a small park.

Dad was working on some case about the orphanage. The orphanage has people come about every three months or so looking for a child to adopt. Most people visit the orphanage a couple times and spend some time with the children before choosing someone to adopt, but in the past 30 years, there have been 6 couples come in and adopt the children unusually quick. When the orphanage tries to contact the people though, the line has been disconnected and the house is completely empty.

A friend of Dad's who works at the orphanage noticed this pattern and also noticed some similarities in the couples and decided to call and have Dad and Bobby check it out. Of course, they found something and now they're out hunting it. I was about to walk out the door when I heard the phone ring.

'Hello?'

'Dean, I need you to go to the orphanage and make sure no one gets in. Or out. We got them all tied up, but two are missing. You need to make sure none of the kids go,' I heard Dad say. He didn't bother to tell me who 'they' where. I mean, I was the one who researched it for two hours at the library.

'Yes sir,' I mumble, even though he already hung up. 'Wait,' I said, talking to the static, 'how am I suppose to do that?'