One

Dean Winchester pulled his beloved Impala into a reduced speed as he turned onto the road leading into the town of Newsburg. He hadn't gone down that road since the brothers' early days of hunting together after Dean had picked Sam up from Stanford. Now it had been years since the supposed Apocalypse and both Sam and Dean had grown into young men. The drive looked about the same except there were no more wreaths lining the doors of the public buildings or the homes. The wreaths had represented every child who had gone missing when Dean and Sam had last been in town and they were both grateful none of them had returned.

Dean drove past the school and saw little kids playing on the jungle gym, a sight which would have been foreign the first time the Winchesters had been in Newsburg. The kids were wide eyed and laughing while their teachers watched over with enormous smiles. Dean could tell they had been through so much, with kids disappearing so many years ago to a place they knew nothing about, and now they were in a simple peace of mind. The traffic light turned green and Dean put his foot on the gas pedal, trying to decipher whether or not the light had been there the last time he'd driven down the road. The brothers passed the police station which had only a few cars, but it looked busy to say the least. The American flag flew high over it on a large and tall flag pole. Dean smiled at the memory and kept going.

Once he got near the houses and passed the woods nearby he kept his eyes out. He looked over at the entrance to a very familiar wooded path and place of wonder for children young and old. There was a 'For Sale' sign in front on the hill and Dean saw where the path was clouded from the portal to another hidden world of magic and childlike wonder. Near the front of the woods he saw another old friend standing guard of the portal, invisible to all eyes except those with the soul of a child. Org stood at attention, yet he looked tired as hell. He turned his head in the direction of the Impala when it rumbled by and locked eyes with Dean. The older Winchester immediately knew something wasn't right. The Impala rolled down the street towards the Rolland house and a few passerby stared for a brief moment as if remembering when a similar Impala had graced their streets years ago, but kept walking. Dean turned into Christopher's driveway based on the address he'd given him and he and Sam got out and made their way for the front door. The old wreath was long gone and the door knocker was freshly polished. Dean used it and waited for someone to answer.

"Dean," Christopher answered the door and ushered them inside. "Sam thank God, come in please."

He held the door open and the brothers went inside. They hadn't been inside Mike Rolland's house at all last time they'd been in town and they theorized Christopher hadn't been in it in years since his capture in Somewhere. Last time the evil had been the Basket Woman, a mystical being which lured kids into her den and ate them one by one. She'd taken up residence in a nearby magical place called Somewhere and Dean and Sam and Bobby Singer had all gone through the portal in the woods to stop the monster. They'd been honored and welcomed back anytime they came into town. Dean could tell something possibly as equally sinister was threatening the woods this time.

"I'm so glad you guys came when you did," Christopher brought out a pitcher with water and three glasses and set them down on his coffee table. The brothers sat down on the couch across from him. "I've been observing the woods for weeks and I gotta say I don't like what I see."

"I'm sure," Dean replied. "I saw the For Sale sign. Who bought up this town?"

"Some corporate guy that wants to make it bigger," Christopher explained with clear distaste for the man. "He wants to include a bunch of shopping centers where the woods are. He claims it'll build up jobs here versus everyone traveling to the next town every morning for their jobs and coming back here. I think he's just a greedy bastard."

"I can see why," Sam sighed. "What does your dad think about all this?"

"I'm sure he would be disappointed." Christopher said kind of somberly.

"I'm sorry." Dean replied.

"I took him to Somewhere to rest after his heart attack," Christopher explained. "He told me if he wanted to die anywhere it would be there. It's been years and somehow I've been able to keep it under wraps with the help of people who know about the place. As far as everyone here knows Mike Rolland died in an assisted living home for people with medical issues two towns over."

"Does Puck know about all this?" Dean asked. Puck was an old rival turned friend of Dean's from his time in Somewhere helping them fight against the Basket Woman the first time. Puck was to be King of the Fae last time Dean was in Somewhere.

"He's the one who suggested I call you guys only after my own observations," Christopher said. "He said he needed one of his finest warrior's expertise when it came to fighting this time."

Dean let a smile creep over his face. It filled him with happiness to know he was still a friend of the Fae after so many long years had passed. The memories flooded back to him as Sam kept the conversation going.

"What exactly has been happening?" Sam asked with curiosity mixed with concern evident in his voice.

"At first it was just the rain cloud," Christopher explained as he drank some water from his glass. "It would hang out over the woods longer than the others whenever it rained. I thought nothing of it the first few times. I figured weather was strange, but I saw it grew darker every time and it would stay for hours over the woods regardless of the forecast. It just never felt right. I went to Somewhere a few days after the sign was put up and it wasn't good. Puck told me monsters by the dozens have invaded the lands and are wreaking havoc among his lands and his people. His warriors are getting tired and they need it either end or they need help ending it."

"So let me guess," Dean said with a hint of excitement in his tone. "I know where we're going tonight?"

"Yeah," Christopher nodded. "All three of us because I think Puck can do a better job of explaining things than I ever can."

"Alright," Dean took off his boots and Sam followed suit. "Well in the meantime, I say we relax and catch up don't you?"

"I have to agree with you there Dean." Christopher chuckled and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

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I know it's slow to begin, but not all stories start off with straight action do they?

What will come of everything? Will Somewhere be okay?

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