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Fourteen Years Later

"So Dean, there's a ring of missing kids in Athens, Georgia. I was thinking it just might be our kind of case."

"Yeah?" Dean wasn't really paying attention to what Sam had to say, he was more focused on the hot waitress standing a couple of feet in front of him.

"Dean…Dean." Sam raised a hand and waved it in front of Dean's focused face. "Dude c'mon, this could be another shtriga."

Dean turned his attention to Sam, now paying attention. "Are the kids getting sick?"

"No-"

"Is it attacking a family at a time?"

"No, but over six kids have gone missing over the past three months. All 'kidnapped' from their rooms at night."

"I don't know Sammy, sounds like a regular kidnapper to me. I'd love to catch the bastard but its just not our type of hunt."

"We wont know unless we check it out Dean."

"Fine, just give me another day."

"Why?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows at his older brother. Dean turned his attention back to the thin blond headed waitress.

"I got some business I got to take care of." Dean stood up from his seat and leaned against the table the waitress was standing at. He put on his fake smile and struck up a conversation. Sam shook his head in disagreement and focused back on his laptop, looking up any other information he could scrape up.

The next day Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala while they were walking to the car.

"You drive, I'm a little worn out." Dean smiled before popping open the passenger door and stepping in. As soon as they hit the road Dean passed out with the seat reclined as far back as it allowed him. The drive was only thirteen hours from where they were previously staying. Half way there Dean woke up all refreshed and switched turns driving. Sam navigated while his brother drove.

"How far away are we?" Dean asked.

"About twenty minutes."

"Did you find anything new about the hunt?"

"No. Take the next exit and turn left on the upcoming road."

Dean did as he was told and took the next exit, turning left afterwards. The road was surrounded by nothing but grass and dirt. It wasn't much different then the other roads they took during their extremely long road trip together. After another fifteen minutes the road in front of them lit up with street lights and houses. They found themselves a motel and Sammy looked up a little more on the disappearances. Dean took the chance to get some extra sleep.

The next morning Sam woke Dean up with some coffee and an everything bagel.

"Find anything?" Dean asked while sitting up in his bed.

"No, we're going to have to talk to their parents."

"You got the addresses?"

"Of course, what do I look like?"

"A geek."

"Whatever man, get dressed."

Dean and Sam got dressed in all black suits with white undershirts, preparing their fake FBI cards. Dean kept squirming behind the wheel as he was driving them to one of the parents house.

"Dude, I hate suits. They hug you in all the wrong places." He said grabbing his pants and pulling them down in an attempt to loosen it up. Sam laughed at his gesture and popped his white collar out on top of his black one. Giving him a very charming look. When he looked back up out the windshield he grabbed the wheel from his brother and twisted it to the right. Dean slammed on the brakes and gapped his mouth at the girl he almost hit. Both of them breathed heavily in their seats and looked up at the street light in front of them. It was a red light. The girl continued walking as if nothing happened, as though she didn't even see the car. Sam's face turned from anxiety to a disbelieving look. The girl was at least five foot five, her hair a mess of light brown wavy curls, her skin the color of a natural tan. She had her hair pulled back in a low pony tail with two curly strands loose from her hair band, hanging down the sides of her face. She wore a tight black halter top with medium dark jeans that hugged her body just right. Her posture strong and demanding.

Sam kept his eyes focused on her as she walked pass the car, when she finally took notice of the car that almost hit her Sam pushed back in his seat just a little. Her eyes screamed fear and revenge, canceling out the strong posture she held among herself. A shiver raced up and down his spine in a quick shivering flash, sending goose bumps to rise along his skin. His gaze was broken at the sound of his brothers voice.

"I'd hit that."

"What?" Sam looked over at his brother in disbelievement.

"Not with the car." Dean cleared up. "But I'd hit it."

Sam looked back up but found no trace of the girl anywhere in his sight. There was something about her that made him want to stop what they were doing and find her, but he knew Dean wouldn't understand why. Blaming it on his hormones. When the light turned green they drove off to the parents house.

Luna Bella saw the car coming but paid no attention to it, not until she felt the stares coming from the two men inside it. Her eyes locked with the handsome man in the passenger seat, his collar popped out and a strand of hair dangling over his forehead. When he broke their eye contact to face the driver she walked along the path to her destination.

Fourteen years since her sisters "kidnapping'. She grew up just as everyone around her thought she would. Beautiful, smart, funny… only her eyes lost that hope, that life that made her, her. The fear in her sisters eyes that night gradually embedded its way into her own eyes throughout the years. She grew up in fear of her closet after that day, but never let it get to her. She would face her fears by locking herself inside of it till morning. She was tired of being afraid.

Her soul was blackened from that night, a darkness that not even god himself could remove. Subjected to such evil at her age ate away at her soul. That's why she decided to get him back… to kill that monster that took her baby sister away.

That's why she found herself here in Athens, Georgia. Years of hunting for the bastard brought her across the country. Right now she was on her way to talk to one of the parents of the missing children.

Dean drove straight once the light turned green only to get yelled at a few seconds afterwards.

"Dean, you were suppose to turn left at the light."

"Hey you're the navigator. You didn't tell me."

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't."

"Great, the rest of these streets are one ways."

Thud, thud, thud. Luna knocked on the heavy wooden door of one of the missing six year olds house. She stood there waiting for a response from the other side. She could hear several footsteps from inside, most likely from someone running down the stairs. When the door swung open a scent of freshly lit incense spilled into the air surrounding her.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson my names Jasmine O' Leary. My son went to school with your little boy. I just wanted to give you my condolences about what has happened."

The lady took a long hard look at Luna before opening her door wider.

"Please, come in."

The women walked Luna over to a cream colored couch and offered her a seat.

"You say your son went to school with my Alex?"

"Yes. They use to play on the monkey bars during lunch time together."

Mrs. Johnson took another look at Luna bella and took a seat across from her.

"How old are you young lady?"

"Who me? I'm twenty four years old." Luna knew she looked young, she should anyway. She turned twenty one over two months ago. "I had Jesse when I was eighteen." She said referring to her fake little boy. "I'm so sorry about your son." Luna went on, hitting a nerve on the middle aged women. Exactly what she wanted.

The women in front of her leaned back in her seat, fighting back the tears that could well be seen from the other side of the room.

"I miss him …" She said beneath her breath. "The things he did…little things he said."

"I'm sure you do Mrs. Johnson. Any mother would."

"He…he use to run into my room at night and cuddle between me and his father. Saying that we could protect him from the monster in his room." Luna's ears perked up at the word monster. "I was his protector.." The mother started sobbing. "And now look what's happened, he's gone.. I failed as a mother. I should have protected him like he said. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To not be able to protect your own child?"

It was typical of a mother to think this way. To blame herself for not being there, not protecting her child most when needed.

Luna shook her head no and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table in front of her. When she reached inside her hand grasped at the bottom of the box, only to find nothing inside of it. She sat back in her seat and searched the room with her eyes for another box of tissues, but found none. Luckily the phone began ringing, forcing the lady in front of her to rise from her seat and excuse herself for a brief second. She wiped away a warm tear from beneath her eyes and walked off to what Luna figured was the kitchen.

After several seconds Luna stood up and walked out the room she was in towards the staircase. When she reached the second floor Luna looked around for where the little boys room would be. It wasn't that hard to find since there were packing boxes alongside the door of the room. She pushed the boxes aside and walked in. The room had a awkward feel to it, the same feel her room emitted after that night with her sister. The walls were papered with blue wallpaper, with little base ball gloves and bats scattered on it. The bed in the middle matched the wall with the same decorative design. The shelves on the walls and dressers were all bare, cleaned out for packaging. Beside the bed was a small picture of the little boy and his two parents. Luna picked it up to get a better look at it. It was a birthday picture, his father and him had cake on their faces and the mother was laughing in the background. The little boy had short red hair with freckles on his nose and cheek bones. Cake in his hair and smeared across his face. You could tell like his mother that he was laughing when the picture was taken. His father had a straight face on, probably because Alex's hand was on his right cheek, smooshing cake on his face. It was a funny picture, depicting the families bond. Luna smiled at the sight of it.

"Cute." She whispered to herself. Luna but the picture back down and looked around the room once again, stopping at the closet in the far right corner of the room. She walked up to it grabbing the handle and pushing into it. It was jammed shut. She jiggled the handle for a few seconds and pushed her body into it a little harder. It wouldn't budge. She released the knob and stepped back. Her head spun in the direction of the hallway at the sound of the doorbell.

"Shit!" She ran out the room and down the stairs, taking a sharp turn into the room the mother had left her in. When she reached the sofa she tripped on he own foot sending her to the floor. She could hear the woman's footsteps head back to the room. She grabbed onto the armrest and pulled herself up, sliding her body into a sitting position and wiping her hair out of her face. Just then the mother walked in and walked over to the door in the main hallway, apologizing for the interruptions.

From the hallway Luna could hear two grown men introducing themselves as FBI agents and took the cue as a sign that her snooping around was done. She stood up and walked into the hallway toward Mrs. Johnson and the two men.

"Mrs. Johnson. I think it best I be leaving."

Mrs. Johnson stepped aside to let the two FBI agents in, revealing the two men that almost hit her with the car. Both of them stared at her, making no attempt to walk in.

"Thank you so much for coming Ms. O'Leary."

"No problem. And once again, I'm so sorry."

Sam and Dean had an extra twenty five minute ride to get to the house that was only ten minutes away from the motel they were staying at. When they finally got there they pulled out their fake I.D. badges and headed to the front steps. Sam rung the door bell and Dean stood prepared to give their whole, "We're here about your missing sons case" ordea. From outside the door they could hear someone running down the stairs followed by a huge thud. They gave each other a weird look and focused back on the door in front of them that was now opening.

"Can I help you?" A flushed middle aged woman stepped out from her house.

"Yes Mrs. Johnson, Im detective Trent Medley and this is my partner Brian Neil. We're FBI sent here about your missing son. Can we have a word with you?"

The lady in front of them suddenly became paler then she was, her eyes were puffy with dark bags beneath them. Caused by a lack of sleep and hours of crying. The FBI and police had done nothing but disappoint her for the past week and wasn't sure that even if they did come up with anything, if she even wanted to know about it. From behind her was another younger woman's voice, stating she was leaving. Mrs. Johnson stepped aside to the door looking at the young girl, shaking her hand goodbye. Both Dean and Sam stood in the door way, shocked to see it was the same girl that they had almost hit at the red light. Sam had a quick flash of the girl kneeling on her knees inside of a closet, her hands up to her face crying uncontrollably. As quick as the vision came it disappeared.

The three of them stared at one another, Dean expecting her to yell at them for almost killing her. Instead they got nothing, the girl turned and shook the womens saying sorry and walked toward the door.

"Excuse me." She stopped in front of them, waiting for them to make an opening for her to pass through.

Instead they were forced apart by a little girl running up the front steps. The little girl had long straight red hair, with a green shirt and skirt on. The design of the local school uniform. She must have been five to six years of age. The little girl pushed her way through the two grown men and stopped in front of Luna bella.

"Honey, watch your manners. Say sorry to the two detectives." Mrs. Johnson demanded form the little girl. The little girl ignored her mother and stared up at Luna bella.

"Did he take you brother too?" Luna's eyes widened at the little girl.

"What?" She asked nervously.

Dean and Sam looked from the little girl to Luna bella.

"I'm so sorry Ms. O'Leary. Come here Samantha." She pulled the child by the arm but the little girl grabbed onto Luna's pants.

"You saw him, you believe me don't you? He took him, I saw it."

"Samantha! Stop this right now! It was not the boogeyman!" Mrs. Johnson yelled out hysterically. Sam shot Dean a look of concern which Dean mirrored back.

"Yes it was mommy! And hes coming for me too!" The little girl pushed off her mothers grip and hugged Luna by the hips. A new fear crept its way across Luna's face. Its coming for me too! Luna knelt down grabbing the girl by her arms, the way her father did her when she was little. She pulled her into a hug whispering into her ear so neither of the other adults could hear her.

"No, he took my sister." The little girl tried pushing away to look Luna in the face but Luna kept her grip. "Go into your mothers room at night, tell her she's the only one that can protect you from the monster in your room. Sleep there until you feel its safe." Luna released her grip on the little girl and stood back up. "I'm sorry about your brother." She said with real concern.

The little girls mother reached down and nudged Samantha inside the house.

"I'm so sorry Ms. O'Leary."

"It's okay, they all go through that stage." Luna put on a fake smile.

The boys on the other hand saw right through it. She was nervous about what the little girl had said. Sam knew the common saying of how children could see through a persons soul. That they could tell when your lying or worried. And if that was the case then this O'Leary lady knew something about the hunt.

Luna walked on pass the boys and waved good bye to Mrs. Johnson. Seconds later she heard the tall man dismiss their visit.

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson but my partner and I are on a tight schedule, I think we got enough information anyway." Sam said looking at Dean.

"You do?" She asked confused. Glancing from one agent to the other.

"Yes we do, we were going to interview your daughter but as we can see she's not thinking very rationally. If anything new shows up, we'll give you a call." Sam turned around first, followed by Dean. As soon as Mrs. Johnson shut the door Dean brought his hand up behind Sam's head and slapped him.

"Dude, what the hell. We needed to check out the room."

Sam ignored Dean and ran down the steps after Luna bella.

"Ms. O'Leary!"

Luna made it half way down the block before hearing her fake name yelled out. One of the FBI agents came running down the street while the other could still be seen on the steps wondering what got into his partner. She stopped in her spot as the young man reached her.

"Ms. O'Leary." He stopped a couple of feet in front of her before walking closer. "Ms. O'Leary, what was that little girl talking about?"

Luna squinted her eyes at his question. "How should I know? She's not my child."

"Don't lie Ms. O'Leary. I saw the look you made when she mentioned someone coming after her." Luna turned her back toward him and began walking away until he stepped in front of her. "You were scared for her. About what?"

"MAYBE, I was still shook up about you almost running me over." Luna spat out. "You and your friend aren't FBI agents. I could tell that much from my near death experience."

Sam stepped back looking at her with a smile on his face. "So, you did noticed after all."

"Of course I did."

"Well you sure didn't act like it."

"I could have over reacted but I didn't. I'm still alive so I don't see a point in discussing this any further." She took another step to get around him but he stepped back in her way. "Can you please move." She said biting her bottom lip.

"Your name isn't Ms. O'Leary is it?"

"And your name isn't Brian Neil."

"What did you say to that little girl?"

"Nothing."

Dean walked up behind Luna, gently pushing her aside and grabbing Sam's arm.

"Sorry Ms. he's new, I'm putting up for a partner exchange after this case." Dean said pulling Sam aside.

"Stop the charades, I know your not FBI agents."

Dean released his grip on Sam and slapped him on the back of his head once again.

"Who are you guys?" She asked stepping away from them.

"Who are you?" Sam asked back.

Thats it for this chapter. Please leave a review! Hope you enjoyed!