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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.

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3. Watched

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March 1988

Had Dean Winchester had a normal childhood, he would have dismissed the noise and pulled his covers up over his head but alas, he hadn't had a normal childhood and he was far from a normal child.

The creaking continued and he turned his head to the side. His closet door was opening, that just wasn't natural and if it wasn't natural then his Dad needed to know about it straight away.

"Daaaaaad!" Dean shouted as he kicked his covers off and hurried out of the room towards his father.

"Dean? Shouldn't you be asleep?" John asked his slightly pale son.

"There's something in my room, something in my closet!" Dean bounced on the balls of is feet, pointing at his bedroom door.

He never saw his father and Bobby share a meaningful glance before they rushed off, guns in hand, to the eldest child's room. Dean followed, happy to stay behind the adults.

John flicked the light switch and light filled the room, everything was as it should be, covers strewn half on the floor, half on the bed but more importantly – the closet door was shut.

"It was opening by itself, I swear!" Dean stared accusingly at the door, demanding that it reinact what it had done before.

John nodded at Bobby. They moved to the door, both ready. John flung the door open and aimed the gun into the closet, Bobby's gun aimed also. But there was nothing there, just an empty closet.

John sighed and Bobby moved away, rolling his eyes. He scuffled Dean's hair as he passed him going back through to the other room.

"Look kiddo, there isn't anything here. You're probably just tired and imagining things."

Dean pouted, he was being called a kid again AND he was being told he was imagining things.

"Come and see for yourself."

Dean nearly growled at his father but did as he was told and moved towards the closet, enough so he could see inside.

"See? Nothing?" John glanced again into the closet, the empty normal closet, and then at his wide eyed son.

Dean Winchester did see nothing. A big gaping whole of nothingness that threatened to swallow him. He grew cold inside and shivered, he swore he saw the shadows move and as he continued to stare into them, his eyes locked with a pair of cold grey ones.

Present Day

Agents Scott and Kroeger were no more. They were packed up and in the trunk of the black Impala parked outside the motel room. Sam and Dean Winchester however were comparing notes inside the room, comparing interviews, profiles and just general case notes.

"You really think we could be dealing with a classic 'monster in the closet' thing?" Sam asked.

"Why not? A lot of other fairy tales are true, or at least loosely based on fact."

"Yeah but this ones just told to scare kids, keep 'em good."

"Yeah and vampires turn to dust." Dean replied sarcastically.

"Okay, I get your point. So let's focus on finding out how to kill this thing and how to get those kids back. Did Dad ever meet a err.. boogeyman?"

"Not that I know of. There was that time you told him 'bout the thing in your closet – "

"Yeah I know, he gave me a freaking gun." Sam smiled at the memory, it was funny to think of it now.

"Well, yeah but he shipped us off to Pastor Jim's for a bit shortly afterwards. But anyway, no, and nowhere in his journal does he mention one."

"Right, so all we've got to go on really is a few scary movies and bedtime stories, great."

"If we can figure out a pattern, we might be able to meet it at its next victims and then just try loads of different things."

"Yeah, because that normally works."

Dean ignored his brother's remark and went back to studying the paperwork they had collected. Sam rejoined him shortly afterwards. Every now and then Dean would stuff a few M&Ms into his mouth. He was starving and you couldn't blame him, it was late and after interviewing all the families he was running low, not to mention he hadn't had much to eat since those doughnuts.

Sam's stomach growled, echoing Dean's thoughts. Dean looked up at him, his face clearly saying 'we need to eat' and Sam nodded in agreement. As they left the darkened motel room for door, they never heard the creaking.

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Little Ricky lay in a peaceful slumber. His covers were wound tight and his night light softly lit his room. His dreams were full of candy and lollipops, along with a chocolate bunny or two. He rushed after them greedily, across the pink wafer bridge. But the bridge made a creaking noise and he found himself falling into the cold milk below.

And he woke up. He was freezing, shivering even and he could still hear that creaking noise. He stared at his ceiling with a puzzled expression on his face. His night light flickered and went out. That's when he realised the creaking was his closet door.

Quickly, he dove under the covers and curled up into a ball, making himself as small as he possibly could. The air felt icy, he was sure of it. The creaking stopped, it turned into something else, a silent whistle as if something was gliding towards him.

He whimpered. It heard him and stopped. But it didn't stop long. It removed his covers and he couldn't help but meet its eyes. What was this thing? It looked like it might feed him to the darkness or drain him dry, he didn't know what it wanted but he wished it gone.

He wished he was back inside his dreams or sweets and sugary goodness because he felt safe there. Momentarily his eyes searched the empty side of the room opposite his bed where another bed had once been. It had belonged to his older brother who had persuaded his parents to let him have his own room now he was nine years old. Little Ricky hated that because the one place he felt safer in more than his candy dreams, was his brothers strong protective arms.

And so Ricky screamed out to his older brother, tears streaming down his face, crying for him to come running from his new room in time to save him. But as the thing took him up in its arms and covered his mouth, the footsteps didn't come quick enough and as the bedroom door opened, the closet door closed.

He grew cold inside and shivered, he swore he saw the shadows move and as he continued to stare into them, his eyes locked with a pair of cold grey ones.