"I know that song," he said to his brother.

Oh God, he's lost it, Sam thought to himself. Dean's gone off the deep end, he reasoned.

"What are you talking about, Dean? What song?," Sam asked confused, and quite frankly worried.

Dean swatted his hand at Sam, signaling him to keep it down. He shone his flashlight over the area where the sound was loudest. Then he saw it. In the middle of the floor was round, brass handle. He put his fingers through the ring of metal and pulled up. Instantly the sound got louder and clearer. Finally, Sam heard it. He almost laughed aloud at the irony of it.

Dean pushed forward on the trapdoor and it fell open, it's hinges creaking loudly. The open door revealed a flight of stone steps . He held his flashlight and pointed it down the stairs but all it revealed was a dark abyss. Dean stood and descended the stairs continuing to hold the flashlight out in front of him. Sam without a word followed in his wake.

The sound they'd heard got louder still with each step they took. By the time Dean reached ground level he was smiling and humming along to the tune. Music to his ears. Literally. He swept his flashlight around the bare, dank room not knowing what to expect. She was alive at least, Dean thought the entire time. Thank God, she's alive, he said over and over to himself. At last, the beam of light hit something other than bare ground and walls as he passed it over one corner of the room. He steadied his arm when he caught sight of her. She was laying half asleep on an old, moldy mattress. Her long dark hair was fanned out over the shredded pillow and sheets. She was facing the wall, her back towards them, curled up into a ball in effort to ward off the chill in the air.

Dean rushed over to her, taking all this in in a fraction of a second. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder not wanting to startle her.

"Amy," he whispered quietly, coaxing her to wake up like he used to to Sam when he was little. "Wake up Amy. It's ok."

She rolled over quickly onto her back, eyes wide with fear, her mouth open prepared to scream.

"Don't scream. It's ok. My name's Dean. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm hear to bring you back to your mommy and your big brother. They're waiting for you." He smiled warmly at her. He couldn't help it. She's so damned cute and if Sam knew I feel that way I'd die, he thought to himself as he sat on the bed beside her.

He was torn from his thoughts when he saw tears well up in the girl's eyes. What she said next broke his heart.

"I'm scared, Mr. Dean," she said in her little voice.

"Come here," he said as he opened his arms. She thought of David. David always wakes her from her nightmares and holds her until she falls back to sleep. Because of this she trusted Dean. The little girl sat up and crawled onto his lap.

"Is that big monster gone?," she asked looking at him innocently. She was shaking.

"Don't worry. He's not going to hurt you," Dean replied as her pulled her hair away from her eyes and wiped her tears with his thumb.

Sam stood there awestruck. In his adult life, he had never seen Dean act this way with a kid. Dean held her in his arms as he crossed the room, never looking at Sam. He started up the stairs and Sam followed.

"So what are we doing now?," Sam asked.

"I'm taking her home before it comes back," he replied reaching the opening in the floor. The trio almost made it to the door when they heard something that made the hair on the back of Dean's neck go up and sent chills up Sam's spine. A howl. There was no mistaking that sound. Only a werewolf can send tribute to the moon that way.

Immediately Dean sprang into action. He set Amy back down on the floor. He knelt and looked in her eyes. He had only mere moments before the werewolf would be on them full force and surely he'd be pissed they were making a getaway with his snack.

"Listen Amy, I need you to hide. You can do that for me can't you?," he asked almost pleadingly.

"Where?"

"I need you to go back down there," he said motioning towards the cellar.

"I don't want to go back down there. It's too dark," Amy replied her lip quivering.

"Here," he said, "take this." He handed her his flashlight. She took it looking a teensy bit complacent.

"And it's cold."

Dean quickly removed his prized leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Right now he'd have given her the shirt off his back if that meant she'd go down there to safety.

"Dean, it's coming," Sam said apprehensively turning to Dean urging him to speed this up.

Without a word Dean tossed Sam his machete which was laying on the floor, scooped Amy up in his arms and whisked her back downstairs. When he reached the ground floor he carried her back over to the mattress and sat her in the middle of it.

"Amy, I need you to stay down here where it's safe. Okay? Don't move for anything."

She didn't look one bit happy. Dean had an idea.

Out of nowhere he started singing the song that Amy had been singing in her sleep. A smile lit up her small face and she laughed out loud.

"I know that song!," she exclaimed. "My brother sings it to me. He said my daddy used to like it."

"Okay," Dean said with a smile. Just then he heard the door crash and Sam yell. He turned to cross the room but looked back at Amy just before he started back up the steps.

"Keep singing it over and over as loud as you can until I come back to get you. K?"

She thought for a second then shook her head. "Okay Mr. Dean."

Dean smiled quickly while taking another look at her and began ascending the stairs. The

next thing he heard was the beginning of the chorus of the song he had been singing

moments ago. This was mingled with the sounds of roars from the werewolf and the

groans of Sam.

Will they get out alive? Or just a little worse for the wear? You'll have to wait to find out...Muahahahaha!!!!

TBC...