I definitely am not going to do a lot of these because honestly I can't stand them sometimes, but there is a semi-case in this chapter. It was only put here to start the plot.

"Where's Sam?" Mattie asks Castiel as they sent in a little diner on the town square. They had been the last ones on the bus and the driver had eventually stopped here and told Castiel he could get back on in the morning free of charge.

"I don't know, Little One." He answered wearingly.

"Are we ever gonna see him again?"

Frustrated because he didn't want to admit his ignorance to the seven year old again Castiel snaps, "Mathew please be quiet. I'm trying to think."

Mattie shrivels up in his seat and turns his head to look out the window of the diner.

Sighing, Castiel looks away and tells Mattie to finish his food so they can move on. Once done Castiel pays with his card and they walk outside of the diner. He takes a newspaper out of the plastic container in front of the store and he opens it up to look at where they are and what the date is.

It was January 26th and they were in a small town called Cleveland in the state of Georgia still. He was only in hell for that one night surprisingly. Not knowing what else to do he looks through the rest of the newspaper. He sees the obituary for the week and to his ultimate discomfort there was a large amount of people dead that week. Right above the obituary the headline of the page said 5 Children Gone Missing: Is Yours Next?

Panicking, he whirls and looks for Mattie. He was still ignoring Castiel and was sucking his thumb, but was nevertheless safe. "Don't scare me like that." Castiel says, relieved.

A woman, who had been leaving the diner behind him, before Castiel's small outburst, saw the entire thing and noticed the paper in Castiel's. Knowing that was the reason for his panic, she walks over to the two of them. "Hold him tight tonight," she said, looking as if she were going to start crying. "You never know when it'll be your last." She turns like she was going to leave.

"Wait!" Castiel cried. He brings the paper up and points to it. "Was one of them yours?" He asks sadly.

"No. My niece went missing last year. We moved here for a fresh start and now this is happening. Just promise me you will leave this place. It's not safe. Please." The woman's black hair starts to blow in the wind and unknowingly to the pair there were small ears listening to their conversation.

"NO!" Mattie screams. He was starting to tear up and Castiel had no idea why. Kneeling down beside him, Castiel opened his mouth to ask what the matter was when he had a bundle of brown hair in his mouth and small legs wrapping around his waist. "Please. I don't wanna be taken. I'll be good!" He cries out.

"Of course you won't. I would never let that happen. Promise." He whispers to the boy. The woman from earlier smiles at him apologetically and actually leaves that time.

"You promised that befoe and that mean man took me from our home and Sammy."

"Gabriel came and got you because I asked Mattie."

"Why? Why can't we go back home? That lady said it wasn't safe here. Home is safe."

Not wanting to worry the child more but unable to lie any longer Castiel tells the truth. "I don't know where home is Matthew. I don't even know if Gabriel brought us to the right dimension or anything really. What am I doing? Saying this to a 7 year old uugh." Ending his sentence to talking to himself in hopes the child in his arms wouldn't hear him, but alas nothing goes as planned.

"I'm not seven!" Mattie cries.

"Oh? You aren't?" He asks.

"No! I'm this many!" He hold up three fingers on one hand and two fingers on the other.

"You are five?"

"Yes!"

Castiel didn't want to reveal the child's actual parental origins to the four year old so he just thinks to himself that Mattie definitely got Sam's genes for being so big. If it weren't for the still baby-like clinginess that Mattie still possessed he could definitely pass as an elementary school student. Even if he'd be small compared to that age but as a four year he was rather large, like his biological father. Not wanting to waste any more time standing in front of a diner, Castiel decided he needed to stay in town to see what was happening with the missing children. It could be a possible case and the children needed help. With that decision in mind he refolds the newspaper neatly then grabs Mattie's hand and goes back into the diner to tell the driver of the bus they had ridden into town that they would not be joining him the following morning.

"Alright, if you say so. If you need a place to stay there's a Days Inn not even a mile down the road I saw when we were pulling in." The grisly man answers.

Having seen the same thing earlier, Castiel thanks the man and starts to walk; still holding Mattie's hand. The driver was right it had barely taken 10 minutes to get there and most of that time had been because of Castiel's fear of crossing the street in traffic with Mattie. Walking into the motel's lobby, Castiel quickly buys a room with one queen size bed in it figuring Mattie would be too scared to sleep by himself. He didn't like the look he was getting from the guy manning the desk, so he left as quickly as possible.

Once he got to their room he decided to give Mattie a bath and he did so. By the time he got in the bath Mattie had gotten over his fear and had also forgiven Castiel for snapping at him earlier and was begging him to turn the jets on that the tub had. Castiel stands and flips the switch to the jets and hears them turn on with a hum and he sees the water start bubbling from the rapidly moving water. Castiel walks into the bedroom still able to hear Mattie's giggles from there.

That night he holds Mattie tightly just like he had silently promised the woman he would.

The next morning Castiel wakes up to be highly uncomfortable. There's a sharp pain in his neck above his shoulder blades and when he turns over in the bed he finds Mattie sitting up and staring at him funny.

"Mattie. What's wrong?"

"Play with me, daddy."

Castiel shoots forward to sit up. "…You aren't my son."

The thing looks at him with a hurt expression on his face and tears well in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

He stumbles out of the hotel room bed and backs away. "Where is my son? What have you done with him!?"

The thing blankly stares at him and says in a monotone voice (well as monotone as a fiver year olds vocal cords can get), "I thought I could have more fun with you before this happened. Oh well." It strikes him fast and before he can blink Castiel is unconscious.

Castiel wakes up to the snap, crackle, pop of fire. And he's in a cage. Neither are things he wanted to experience at the moment. Or ever. He sits up slowly conscious of the roof of the dog crate he was in. Looking around the room, he sees that he is in someone's basement.

Surprise there.

Not.

But what is surprising is the fact that there was another cage (much bigger than his) with 6 children in it and standing in front of both cages was a man with his back turned and he was holding a flame thrower. A flame thrower that was currently being put to use. From the angle he was in he could see to the side of the man to see what he was pointing the fire at.

It was his son.

Or the thing that looked like his son.

He had to be sure though, "NO," he screamed, "Mattie!"

The man turned toward Castiel. And to Castiel's shock he knew the man. He had known him very intimately once.

"Dean?"

Sorry it took so long. It took awhile to get this one out of me because I didn't know where I wanted to go with it.