SO, I've decided to post the next chapter since I've already have a couple written! I hope to post at least twice a week so we shall see! I will try my best to have Dean and Sam stay as true to their characters as possible. A little more action happens, so I hope you guys will enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own Grace

Boulder, Colorado

24 hours earlier

SAM'S POV

"Dean, really?" I questioned my brother with a little bit of disgust but also a bit of laughter—not that I would mention that part to Dean any time soon. I was in awe my brother somehow managed not to gain 50 pounds after all the crap he ate; the burger stuffed in his mouth included.

Dean grinned, pieces of food showing and I winced, "What Sammy, I'm a carnivore. Now continue eating your rabbit food Mr. Health Goo-Roo." He grumbled and swallowed. Followed by a burp, I sighed.

We were currently at a Diner in the middle of Ohio, trying to follow up a case on a Shapeshifter. However, Dean hated research and decided that we needed to take a brake at the local Diner. But I wasn't giving in; even when this salad was the best I had at a Diner in months.

I shoved the journals, research and work we've figured out so far towards him, "Seriously Dean we've taken a much longer than needed break and after all these mysterious child disappearances we need to get to the bottom of this."

My brother sighed and for once in months looked like my badass big brother, "Sam I know. These kids deserve better I'm sorry I'm just still getting used to being…me you know?" About a month ago Dean was a demon and after all the things we went through to try and get him back to normal it finally worked. So far things were normal for us…and trying to figure out this case would be the cherry on top.

"Great let's get back to work then." I grunted and stood up gathering all our things. We were going to beat this son of a bitch; we were both on the same page on that. A monster was a monster, until they hurt innocent children. That's when they crossed the line.

DEANS POV

After Sam's insisting attitude, we were back in the musty hotel room. He was right though, we needed to kick this bastard's ass, especially if he was hurting little kids.

"Check this out" Sam said, turning his laptop around for me to see. On it was an Amber Alert website, looked to be where lost or missing children were put. The days and times of children on milk cartons were gone. I sighed and looked, "Ok…what am I looking at?"

Sam clicked onto a photo that became bigger showing a little girl about two or three years old. Man oh man was she a cutie, my eyes crinkled in sadness.

I coughed my heart clenching, "Okay yeah a little girl…so what?"

Sam laughed sadly, "Well this is Grace Waters and apparently she was abducted at her group home a couple of years ago. The only witness however said it was a man, with glowing silver eyes. Sound familiar?"

"Shapeshifter…shit man we have a lead! We need to find this little girl, hopefully that bastard didn't kill her." I grunted with disgust. After looking into the deep brown eyes of the little girl I had a strange sense of protectiveness. I didn't even know her but I instantly felt connected to her. From the looks of it Sam was feeling the same way. This bastard didn't know what was coming to him.

SAM'S POV

Once we figured out who this guy was, and managed to track down his location we were on the road in minutes. Dean sped the whole way there, and this time I didn't care. After seeing the picture of Grace, I felt an added rush to go kill this thing and bring justice for her. Dean and I talked and probably Grace was dead. No child could survive living with a Shapeshifter, especially one that liked killing children in his past time. I was bracing myself for the worst.

He lived in a normal house, but that didn't mean terrible things were going on in the inside. Dean crept the Impala on a side street, the night blanketing us both. He handed my gun to me, "You ready?" I grimaced, "Always."

We got out and patrolled the area. All the windows had been nailed shut with plywood, so the only other option was to be obvious. Or Dean's method in ringing the doorbell.

"Dean…." I whispered as a caught up to him, surprised he would do such a thing. He turned to me and smirked, "Come on Sammy, I'm ready to bust his balls, might as well do it right." He then cocked his gun and turned back. I sighed as we waiting, guns covered and loaded. I could hear shouting from the inside and both Dean and I looked at each other. Could this guy be holding prisoners? Or were they friends? Either way this guy was getting ganked.

The door opened to show a tall man (not as tall as me, but taller than Dean) with a bald shiny head, and disgustingly yellow teeth. His appearance matched with our Shapeshifter goon. Dean smiled, "Pizza delivery, you son of a bitch." And then took out his gun and shot the Shapeshifter in the knee. I pulled out my own gun and quickly slipped my way inside while Dean dealt with the monster. I could hear his wails as I slipped into all the rooms, scouting the surface of the house. After hearing those yells, something was off and I couldn't seem to shake it off.

It was an old and musty home, looked as if someone decorated in the early 70's and never changed a thing since then. But it was empty, the only sign of someone being the scrub brush and wash bucket in the kitchen—however that could have been the Shapeshifter. Sighing I turned and started to walk back to Dean, hopefully by now he had ganked him.

As I passed one of the closed doors I started to hear sniffling noises and stopped. I turned and pressed my ear to the door, trying to breathe quietly. It wasn't my imagination as I started to hear more whimpers from the other side. I tried opening the door but it appeared to be locked, well looks like this guy is getting a broken door.

I stepped back and kicked down the door, light immediately pouring into the dark room. I raised my gun and searched the room, what caught my eye was a small head in the corner.

My heart pounded as I stepped into the room slowly, lowering my gun in the process. The putrid scent of urine hit my nose and I winced. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could finally see what was in the room. It wasn't much, just some boxes and blankets on the hard wood floor. What really caught my attention was the small person huddled in the corner.