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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.
I love it when sudden inspiration hits, only problem is trying to keep the ideas from slipping away long enough so you can write them down. :D
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7. Hesitation
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Present Day
Stake out. Those two simple words were never as easy as thy sounded or as Dean liked to make them sound. Sam had found this out through the year, Dean was like a child that way, making everything sound simple and easy even when it wasn't. Sometimes when Sam looked at Dean, he saw the innocence of the child that Dean was never really allowed to be when he was younger. It made him smile to think that after how quick he'd been made to grow up and after all the things he'd seen and done, he still possessed that innocence in his soul that most people lost.
"Dude? Quit it!" Dean snapped. Then again, maybe Sam confused the innocence with immaturity.
Sam shook the thoughts from his head; he'd been completely unaware that he'd been staring at Dean the whole time. "What?"
"You were doing that freaky staring crap!"
"Sorry." Sam muttered and he looked outside the window.
They were parked over the road from the Moss', waiting for the right moment. Night had fallen and it was just after midnight, but still the lights inside were on. It took another half hour before the lights were finally turned off and Dean glanced at the clock. They still had another forty five minutes to wait, giving the Moss' time to get into bed and fall into a deep sleep because they could hardly break in and risk getting the cops called on them.
Sam had argued, of course he had, it's what he did but Dean had refused to listen to him because he simply said that they couldn't afford to wait any longer because if that thing came for Jacob, there would be no time to waste. But now they knew it was nearly time to move time seemed to pass much quicker and the boys were loaded up and ready to go before the end of their wait.
When they entered the house, after picking the lock around the back, they made their way quietly upstairs. It wasn't the first time they'd entered houses unlawfully and it would probably be far from the last.
"So which room is he in?" Sam asked.
Dean pointed to Ricky's room door, "His brother's gone missing, he's bound to be sleeping in his bed, just in case."
Sam could see Dean's logic but still, he raised an eyebrow, "You didn't…"
"You never went missing." Dean replied simply, knowing the question his brother was about to ask. But he knew that, like all those nights when they were younger and he lay by his brother's side, he would have slept in Sam's bed if Sam had even gone missing.
Dean shivered. It was suddenly cold. A very odd cold.
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March 1988
He was cold. No, scratch that. He was freezing and shaking as much as a tuning fork. Everything about him felt heavy, his limbs, his eyes, his breathing. It was so much harder than it was meant to be and he never had as much trouble before when it came to opening his eyes. When he did prise them open, he found it didn't do much good because wherever he was, it was dark. He could barely make out his own body as he looked down and he was sure if it were a little lighter, he'd be able to see his own breath.
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Present Day
"Dean?" Sam asked, shaking his brothers shoulder, "Are you okay?"
Dean blinked, "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Where did you go just now?" Sam's eyes had that puppy dog quality in them that just shone with concern.
"Nowhere. I dunno. I guess I must have been day dreaming." Dean rubbed his temples, not wanting to discuss his health.
And they didn't have to because as quiet as it was, the boys somehow heard the shuffle that came from inside the room. There eyes met and they knew that the other had heard it too. Dean moved first, slowly opening the door, hoping to catch the creature off guard. But as the boys entered the room, it was them who were caught off guard. They made a big mistake, something that a hunter should never do.
They hesitated.
The freezing cold air hit the pair of them a lot harder now they were inside the room. Sam looked around into the darkness of the room and noticed three things. The first being that the closet door was wide open, the second being the look of pure terror on Jacobs face and the third being that there was absolutely nothing inside the room.
And so he hesitated because he had nothing to aim for. Nothing to shoot.
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March 1988
"John! This is not your fault. Neither of us saw it. Neither of us could have known."
Bobby tried his best to calm his friend down but John Winchester was just not having it. If there was one thing that angered a Winchester more than anything, it was when you messed with his family. But it wasn't just the anger, it was the worry, that aching worry that could cause a person to just double over and spew their guts out. And Bobby knew that if John didn't get his head on straight and push the father inside to the back for just a little while, he was going to out them both in danger, and all the children including Dean.
"But Dean did! He saw it and he knew what it was but I told him it was nothing so he listened to me. He did what I told him to do, even though he knew."
"And because of this we've found out what it is and how to kill it."
"Well that's not exactly helpful because we can't do anything to it until I get my son back! Until we get the other children back."
"You know that this thing feeds on two things, even if we get them back alive, they might be..."
"Go on say it, changed, altered, different. I'm not letting that thing do anything to my son. I will get him back."
"I hate to say this John, but we might need Sammy. He's…"
"No! I can't involve him in this, he's too young."
"You read the book; you know what happened the other night. There is no way we can kill this thing without Sammy's help. How the hell do we kill something we can't see?"
"But he's a child…"
"Exactly! And it's only children who can see it."
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Present Day
When Dean looked into the darkness of the room, he also noticed three things. The first being that the closet door was wide open, the second being the look of pure terror on Jacobs face and the third being that the creature standing directly in front of Jacob was now staring directly at Dean and those cold grey eyes that seemed to look deep into his soul brought up a burning fear that he never knew existed.
And so he hesitated because for a split second, he felt like he was a child again and he felt like this thing was going to swallow him whole. But then the hunter returned and a fire burned inside of him.
"Jacob, get over here!" He called and Jacob did as he was told now that the creatures' attention was elsewhere.
Dean aimed his gun and fired a shot. He didn't know which gun he had or which element had been fired, all he knew that whatever it was did no good because the creature was in front of him in a flash, and Dean had no idea how it had gotten then so fast.
With an icy cold hand, it forced his aimed hand away and Dean felt frozen, the fire finding it hard to rage.
"Sam, shoot it!" He hissed, but his brother stared blankly back.
"Jacob!" Came a cry from the hallway.
The gunshot was bound to wake someone up. Dean couldn't force his gaze away from the creature to look though, but it didn't matter because it leant in and whispered in his ear "I'll be back for you." before disappearing back into the closet, where the closet door closed with a snap.
And now they were in trouble because how were they supposed to explain their presence to a couple who already had one missing child? Dean looked at Sam and Sam bit his lip, neither had particularly thought about that. But Jacob tugged on his sleeve and boy did the child look even younger than he had before.
"I'll distract them. You get out of here."
"Why?" Dean asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
"Because if they call the cops, you can't get my brother back like you promised."
Dean nodded in reply and Jacob hurried from the room. It was no easy escape, they had to keep extra quiet whilst Jacob kept them in their room sobbing about a made up nightmare and begging them not to make him go back out there just yet.