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Summary:
Somewhere in Colorado, children from 3 families have gone missing, can the boys find out what's going on before forgotten memories come back to haunt them, more specifically – Dean. Flashbacks gonna happen.
Thanks for the reviews so far… now for some flashbacks.
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2. Brave Young Man
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March 1988
Dean Winchester was a brave young boy. It was the he'd been brought up. He was also a big brother; this meant he had the job of protecting his younger brother, who wasn't as brave as Dean. But little Sammy was only four years old, how brave could a four year old be?
Dean Winchester wasn't afraid of anything, he didn't allow himself to be, he'd never allow himself to be. After all, Daddy wouldn't trust him to look after Sam if he himself needed looking after. Sure, in the past his Dad had left his boys in more capable hands whenever he went on his hunts but Dean was nine years old now and was really responsible for a kid his age and mature too – when he wasn't playing dumb pranks.
It was eleven o'clock on Friday night and his Dad and Bobby were sitting in the other room, discussing their latest problem. Dean has asked several times throughout the evening if he could help and Sammy, being Sammy, had copied. John just pulled his boys into a tight embrace, telling them he and Bobby could manage and he sent them to finish off homework (well, Dean had homework, Sammy had that all to come yet), play, watch TV or do what they wanted before nine o'clock rolled round and it was time for bed.
Nine o'clock had come and gone and Dean didn't want to sleep. He sat up on his bed, listening to the conversation in the next room. He didn't know much about what was going on but he'd heard some kids had gone missing. That's probably why he wasn't included, 'cause he was still a kid.
He pouted silently, telling the darkness that he wasn't a kid and in reply, came a creaking noise.
Present Day
As expected, Sam woke Dean up far too early for his liking. It was before eight o'clock and that was all Dean needed to know in order to be angry at his younger brother. Sam on the other hand found it near impossible to believe that Dean could actually sleep until six in the morning, because that's what time it was, especially when they had a case to be getting on with.
The only thing that stopped Dean from bitching and quite possibly injuring Sam was the fact that is kind young brother had brought a peace offering in the form of coffee and donuts. Not just any doughnuts either, chocolate doughnuts with the sprinkles – nearly anything could be forgiven this early on the morning if you gave Dean Winchester chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles.
"I'm still angry with you." Dean said simply, stuffing a doughnut into his mouth.
That was all that was said about the matter and as soon as the Winchesters were ready, they were on the road and on their way to a new gig.
"And the plan?" Dean asked as they neared their destination.
"You haven't thought of one?"
"Dude, you're the geek boy."
"Usual I guess, interview the families, maybe check the kids rooms if they'll let us."
"What we gonna tell 'em? F.B.I.?"
"Not quite sure this would be F.B.I."
"We've got five missing kids, it should be F.B.I."
"Fine, feds it is then."
"No need to sound so enthralled, you make a pretty good fed, scary but good."
"You know, this means suits."
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He hated the suit but for some reason the ladies didn't. The ladies found the suit and the long jacket to be extremely attractive, especially on a Winchester. But they weren't Winchesters today. Today they were Agent Scott and Agent Kroeger. And Agent Scott and Agent Kroeger stood outside of the Thompson family home, waiting for an answer.
A confused looking man opened the door but didn't speak. Sam took charge.
"Mr Thompson?" - The man nodded numbly in reply – "We're with the F.B.I., Agent Scot and Kroeger, we were hoping to ask you and you're wife a couple of questions."
Mr Thompson stood still, unsure how to respond.
"May we come in?"
Still silent, he opened the door further and allowed the two strangers to pass into his home. Once comfortably in the hall, he shut the door and led them into the living room.
"Honey?" Called a female voice from an adjoined room.
"Some people are here to ask us some questions." Mr Thompson spoke for the first time, his voice so quiet his wife wouldn't have heard it had she not entered the room.
She had a cup in either hand and she froze at the sight of the boys, "Oh?"
"We don't mean to intrude, we're with the F.B.I. and we were hoping you could answer some questions for us." Dean spoke softly.
"You mean we haven't answered enough?" She snapped, moving to hand her husband one of the cups, "I'm sorry. It's not your fault; I know you're only trying to help. I just can't stand this, any of it."
"You're bound to be angry and upset, when someone you love goes missing it kind of drives you nuts, I know." Dean offered, "But we really do want to help."
They were understanding and patient, not patronising or condescending, it made it so much easier for Mrs Thompson to answer to answer questions. Mr Thompson seemed in a world of his own, occasionally there with a murmur of agreement or a nod of the head.
"So the last thing you heard was the sound of screaming and glass shattering?"
"It woke us up, but she was gone by the time we got to her room."
"And no signs of forced entry?"
"Not that we know of, the police did a thorough search. I heard one of them say it was just like the other cases."
"Did you know the other children, or parents?"
"Not really, two of them were in Megan's class so I guess they knew each other. She doesn't really get on well with most kids. She's a bit of a Daddy's girl, hangs with him a lot."
"Do you mind if we take a look around her room?" Sam pointed at the stairs as he spoke.
"No, I'll show you where it is."
The police seemed to have done their job in the room, leaving a few muddy footprints and the mess for the parents to clean up. Sam studied the window, there was no way someone could have used that, it was way too high. Dean scanned the room with his makeshift EMF metre; there wasn't much to be found until he got to the closet. It spiked. It went crazy. He opened the door and the world felt unsteady for the tiniest of seconds.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam moved towards his moved.
"Dean shook himself mentally, "Yeah, just felt a little light headed."
Sam looked down at the metre in Dean's hands and back towards the closet, he half smiled, "Tell me we're not dealing with what I think we're dealing with because I loved the movie and all but it can't be the real deal, right?"
"I dunno Sam, do you believe in the boogeyman?"
He pouted silently, telling the darkness that he wasn't a kid and in reply, came a creaking noise.