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Chapter Two: I Need Help

Dean fought back the panic that was threatening to overtake him. His heart was trying to beat through his little chest as he looked frantically around the room, praying that there would be something he could use to stop the demon who was about to wreck havoc upon his family. And it looked as though his prayers had been answered. There, underneath the bed that he had just woken up on, was an old, very familiar duffle bag.

Dean got down on his hands and knees and pulled the bag out. Yep, it was definitely his. The duffle he'd carried around for a good part of his life. But that made little sense. The bag certainly didn't exist back in 1983. But hey, never look a time-traveling gift horse in the mouth, right?

The boy unzipped the bag and looked through the contents. A smile lit up his face as he pulled out the colt.

"Awesome! Dude, Cas, wherever you are, I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you." He thought over what he'd just stated and shrugged. "Well, most of it anyways."

Dean looked back into the duffle and pulled out the demon killing knife as well. He laid both weapons out on the floor and went back to unpacking. Next he extracted his father's journal, which he had added to over the years. He placed that next to the weapons and continued his search. Three more guns were taken out along with boxes of salt, iron, and silver ammunition and a bottle of holy water. Looked like Cas had paid attention in Hunting101. At the bottom of the duffle bag was a large sealed manila envelope.

Dean's small hands pulled out the object and tore the top open. He pulled out a sheet of paper. Written on the piece of copy paper in perfect handwriting was a short note.

Dean,

I don't know when I will get to your side as I've never done anything like this before, but I felt that these items would help you. Your task will not be easy but I am certain that you will have success since I have never known you to let your family down. I also included some of your personal affects that I thought you might want. I wish you well.

-Castiel

Dean read the letter again and then turned the envelope upside down to see what 'personal affects' Cas was talking about. A few photos fell out along with a small object. The boy stared at the object for a moment before picking it up. It was something he'd once held dear but had not seen in a very long time. A keepsake he'd dropped into a motel trash can many years ago. Dean tied a knot in the cord to shorten it up a bit and then put the amulet back around his neck, where it belonged. He had no clue how Cas had gotten his angelic hands on it, but was glad to have the necklace that Sammy had given to him back. And he vowed to never take it off again.

The young hunter took no more time to go through the stuff. He grabbed the colt and stood up. Azazel was going to be here at any moment and Dean was going to make sure the yellow-eyed son of a bitch was not going to tear his family apart. That bastard was not going to get anywhere near little Sammy and Mary Winchester was going to live.

But Dean would need help. A four year old boy would not be able to fire a gun. His arm would most likely get broken from the kickback. And he knew his little body wouldn't have the strength to plunge the demon killing knife into Azazel even if he could somehow get close enough to use it.

Dean left his bedroom and walked down the hall. He hesitated when he reached his parents' room. What the hell was he going to say? He knew from his dad's account of this night that the eldest Winchester was already downstairs fast asleep in his chair and that Dean's mom would be in bed. Dean didn't even consider going to his father. John Winchester knew nothing of the supernatural and could not be counted on tonight. But Mary had been a hunter and had encountered Azazel ten years ago. As much as Dean would love to keep her out of this fight, she would understand the situation and be able to help. At least that was Dean's hope.

The boy walked into the room and over to his mom's side of the bed. He stared at her for a moment. He'd seen her a few times in the years since her death but it never failed to make his heart swell. And this time, the feeling was amplified by the knowledge that this was not just a brief visit to a Mary Winchester of the past. If he succeeded, he wouldn't ever have to lose her again.

Dean reached up and gently shook the sleeping woman.

"Mom… Mom, please wake up. I need help."

"Dean?" His mom opened her eyes and blinked sleepily at him. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I need you to listen to me, Mom. It's important."

Now she seemed to wake instantly. Dean knew that he must be giving off serious 'something's wrong' vibes but he didn't have time to be subtle or beat around the bush.

"Dean? What is it?"

"Mom, there's a demon coming. Tonight. And it's going to go after Sammy."

"What? Dean, what are you talking about?"

"The yellow-eyed demon, Mom. The one who killed your parents. He's coming for Sammy tonight. We have to kill him first. Here." Dean handed the colt out to his mom, whose eyes grew wide at the sight of her little son holding a gun. She snatched it from his hands.

"How did you get this? How do you know about demon?"

"It's a very long story that I don't have time to tell. Please, Mom. We have to save Sammy before it's too late. I got a plan."

Mary sat up in bed, set the colt down next to her, and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. Dean stepped forwards to see what she was doing and was hit square in the face with a splash of water. Sputtering, the boy jumped back.

"Dude! Holy water, Mom? Really?"

"What are you? What have you done to my son?"

"Mom, it's me. I just know some stuff and I'll tell you how later. We don't have time for this right now, though. But look into my eyes and tell me I'm not your son."

She did as asked and got a confused look on her face.

"No… I don't… I don't know."

"Sammy is in danger! Please, let's just go to him." Dean knew his mom was skeptical and understood that she was wary of being led into a trap, but finally her mother's instinct won out and she started for the door to go check on her baby. Dean grabbed the colt and scrambled after her.

"We're gonna need this."

"Guns don't kill demons." His mom pulled the weapon from his little hands.

"This one does. It's the colt. You know, the one that kills anything."

"How did you get it, Dean?"

"An angel left it in my bedroom."

Mary paused and looked like she'd say something, but then proceeded into Sammy's nursery. Dean followed and breathed a sigh of relief to find the room empty. Sammy was sleeping undisturbed and there were no flickering lights. It appeared that they had gotten there in time.

"Where is he?"

"Not here yet. Which is good, 'cause that means we still got time to set up a trap."

"There's no 'we', Dean. You go back to your room and I'll come when this is over. Then we'll talk."

"No!" Dean cried out. He was picturing his mom confronting the demon and ending up on the ceiling once again. Not gonna happen. He felt his eyes tearing up at the thought of losing her again. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't have any control over his emotions. "He'll kill you, Mom. You need my help or this won't end well."

"No. Either you're not my Dean, in which case I don't trust you to be here with me. Or you are my Dean, and I'd never put you in danger."

"If you confront him by yourself, you will die. And the demon will infect Sammy with his blood, screwing him up for life. Dad will become a hunter to avenge you and me and Sammy will be raised into that life too. I can't let that happen, Mom. I can't." And now tears were falling from his eyes, leaving trails down his childish face. But he didn't care so long as his mother listened to him.

Mary stared at him for a moment and her heart seemed to melt. No mother could look at their four year old crying and pleading for help and not react. She knelt down and hugged him.

"Dean, I don't know what's going on but I'm trusting you here, sweetie. Afterwards, though, we are going to have a long talk."

"Mom, after this, I'll sit and talk with you forever." Dean assured her. And if they both survived this, he knew he'd never tire of hearing her voice. "Okay, here's the plan…"

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...supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…

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Sammy's nursery was quiet except for the tick-tock of a wall clock that threatened to drive Dean insane. He sat alone in the corner of the room watching his baby brother sleep and contemplating the bizarre turn his life had taken. He couldn't believe he was actually back here, on this night, with an opportunity to change things. Of course, it would've been a hell of a lot easier if he wasn't four freakin' years old, but he was certain that Cas had his reasons for doing it this way. But that didn't mean that he like it. It seemed that his tiny little body came with really big emotions and very little control over them. The whole situation was weird, even for him. And he was going to have a hell of a hard time dealing with his parents after this encounter with Azazel. Dean knew that he was incredibly lucky that his mom had listened to him so far but also knew that she was confused and a bit suspicious. As a hunter she was following through with this to protect her family and as a mother she couldn't deny her first born son help when he'd begged for her help. But when this was all over, he was going to have to tell her the truth and wouldn't that be fun?

Just then, the infernal tick-tocking stopped and the yellow, crescent moon shaped light began to flicker. Show time.

Dean got into a crouch, ready for what was to come. Suddenly, a figure appeared right in front of the window. It was man shaped but stayed in the shadows. But even the dark couldn't hide the sickly yellow eyes as the demon took a step towards Sammy's crib. And that was as close as Dean was going to allow the son of a bitch to get to his little brother.

"Stay away from my brother, you bastard." Dean ordered as he rose to his feet and stepped forwards to confront the demon.

Author's Note Part Two: As any of you who have read my previous stories know, I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS! But I beg of you not to kill me for them as death would make it difficult to write. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Please take just a short moment to leave me a review and let me know what you thought. Thanks.