PART TWO - THE HUNTERS
Bright sunlight pierced through dusty old curtains in the two-star Montana motel room. Dean walked into the grubby kitchenette and grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned back to the angel, obviously angry.
"No, Cas. We are not going back in time. We have our own monsters to fight here, in the present."
Cas frowned slightly and turned to Sam, who was making the beds.
"This is important. They weren't there before. It's like they just appeared. One minute there weren't any stories on them, and the next, it's a well known urban legend. I told you, this is something that could affect our present. You know how much a seemingly insignificant alteration can affect things. The Fates will notice what's going on soon enough."
"Well then, why is it our responsibility to fix it? What could we possibly do that would change what is going on? We don't even know what year we need to go! You said it yourself, the fates are going to work on it. We need to focus on our problems in the here and now. You know, Crowley, Purgatory, possible destruction of the human race?"
Cas ignored Dean and turned to Sam.
"I did some research," he said proudly, as if it were a big accomplishment, "and it turns out there was definitely some demon activity going on in the 50's and 60's. Reports of children with black eyes that devour souls are popping up everywhere, starting just around 1953. We have to stop them."
"Demons?" Sam scoffed. "Why are we traveling back in time to fight demons? Don't we have enough of those in our current time period?"
There was suddenly an intense look in Cas' deep blue eyes.
"The thing is, these demons weren't there before. They just appeared. As if something altered time and stuck them in the past. We need to figure out why they came here and kill them before they completely change the course of history. We need to do this. It will save lives. Isn't that what you guys do? "
Sam and Dean shared a knowing glance and their expressions both transformed from anger to determination.
"So," Dean joined Sam and Cas in the living room, "what sort of research have you done?"
Castiel sat down on the grimy couch and folded his hands, suddenly quite serious.
"Well, I found out that the demons have only been possessing children, and that they persuade adults to let them into their homes, usually asking to use their telephone to call their parents. Only two people have reportedly survived their encounter with a black eyed child, having been hidden from sight as they watched the demon kill their parents or babysitter."
Sam already had his laptop on with multiple tabs open, each with different searches pertaining to black eyed children. After a few moments he looked up.
"Okay, get this," he started, and Dean walked over to him, ready for the information. "There are about three thousand articles about Black Eyed Children. Most of them are just urban legends," he clicked a few times and then continued, "but some are actual police reports. Most pertaining to one town in particular."
"Which town?" Dean asked, taking a swig from his beer.
"Sebastian, Florida," Sam responded, and before he could say anything else, Castiel had touched both of their foreheads and they were no longer in the motel room.
