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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 swear, when I'm finished this story I'm going to reread it all and pick up on all those little annoying mistakes that I missed before and then reupload it once it's been perfected. My internet has totally refused to let me on so I haven't been able to update which really bugs me. But here's chapter 10… YEY!
Again – I have to say, thank you for the reviews. Also, I don't know if I've actually added a disclaimer to this story so I'll add one now :D – Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters and I am not making any money from this story.
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10. I've got you
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March 1988
It didn't take long to convince Sammy to help. In fact he was desperate to once he'd learned his older brother was in trouble. The young child who had been quite happy in dreamland half an hour ago was now wide awake and helping his father and Bobby locate the creatures current lair, if anything he was happier doing research and fuelled on by the thought of Dean in danger.
His father and Bobby hadn't gone into great detail about what the thing was, just that it was bad and probably ugly and it took children, more specifically, children the age of nine. They didn't mention why, they didn't need to but Sam could see that they knew, even he knew when they weren't giving all the details. It was a need to know basis and he didn't need to know, he didn't care either because the explanation would just waste time that could be spent on finding Dean. Oh how times would change.
One thing they had explained though was why they needed his help, again not going into great detail but he got the jist. He was a kid, only kids could see it therefore they needed him.
"If you see it, you stay the hell away from it, you got me?" His father said, concern flooding over the anger in the words, "You shout of me or Bobby and we'll sort it out."
Sammy nodded in agreement.
"John! I've found something. Seems like a match."
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Present Day
Bobby stared quizzically at his phone. One second Sam had been there and Bobby had been about to tell him everything and the next, the phone was dead. Or at least it sounded dead. He hung up and tried to call back but he got no answer. Underneath his breath he cursed and headed for his jacket, looks like he was taking a road trip and he prayed to God he wouldn't be too late.
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Okay. So he didn't want to talk about it. Big deal. Didn't mean anything. But this was Dean, of course it meant something. Yeah, his brother could be irrational and downright crazy sometimes but he normally had a reason. And it's not like he made a habit out of climbing over beds and slamming closet doors shut. Something was bothering Dean and Sam just didn't know what to say to make him open up.
"Dude, I'm fine. Just tired, okay?" Dean sighed, standing up.
Sam just sat there as he got ready for bed; he glanced at the clock, barely sparing the time a thought. It didn't feel so late but after everything that had happened, he wasn't surprised at how much time had passed and this whole night had obviously taken its toll on Dean. Sam closed his eyes slightly and just listened, it wasn't until he heard the squeaking of the wrong bed that he opened them again.
Dean had crawled into the bed Sam had claimed. The one that was nearest to the closet. He thought about disputing it, telling him that he wasn't the one kidnapped at a young age and he wasn't the one that could see the freak and that maybe just once it was Dean that needed protecting. But he didn't. Not tonight. Not right now because now that he thought about it, he actually was quite tired and if they were going to figure this out, he needed a clear head. So he crawled into the other bed.
"Night Dean."
"Night Sam." Dean muttered back to his little brother. He had no intention of falling asleep anytime soon. He was too afraid of what he might see. Too afraid that those hollow eyes would be there, or even worse those grey ones. But he couldn't stay awake for ever and if he didn't sleep Sam would notice.
He rolled over onto his side and stared at the closet door. What on earth had happened to him when he was younger? What had been so bad that his mind had blocked it out? All he had one was snippet of a memory and there was still so much missing. He hoped he would get to talk to Bobby before Sam because he had a few questions and he didn't want Sam knowing the answers.
It wasn't long before the darkness came to take him.
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March 1988
He was leaning against the opposite wall, head turned determinedly away from the dead boy. He'd heard his Dad list several names of the missing children and when John hadn't been looking; he'd even snuck a peek at a few of the files. The photos that had been attached had been of smiling happy children who knew nothing but the joys that existed in their lives. The body opposite him was nothing like those pictures. It was like an empty shell. Dean couldn't even tell who it had once belonged to.
"What do you want?" Dean asked, not sparing the venom that flowed angrily through his veins. He didn't expect a reply. He thought the creature would probably be somewhere else by now, maybe choosing his next prey for when Dean ended up nothing but a shell.
"I want many things." The voice replied, Dean felt like he was losing himself again, the room was darkening, even the smell was disappearing but he still managed to feel the breath that accompanied the voice against his ear.
He turned quickly and found himself face to face with the creature again, "What do you want from me?" He emphasised the word 'me', forcing his anger out on it.
It smiled and Dean wished it wouldn't. The smile made the freezing cold air even colder and the goose bumps that already littered his skin seemed to sting as the icy chill touched them. It reached out a hand and placed it firmly on Dean's chest. He could feel his heart beating severely fast and he was sure the creature could too, he struggled with each breath but did not pull away because he was stronger than that, he was braver than that.
"Many things but mainly I just want you. You could be the one."
Even at the young age of nine, Dean had a sharp tongue and many witty remarks, and so he swallowed and managed to say, "Sorry, you're not really my type. Plus I'm pretty sure it's illegal. I'm a minor."
Its smile widened and for the slightest second, maybe even less, Dean managed to wonder why but then he knew as he felt the nails dig into his chest. He couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped and he tried his best to lash out.
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Present Day
"Dean!" Sam called, one hand trying to restrain his brother and the other covering what he was sure was the start of a bloody nose. He'd woken up to hear Dean tossing and turning about and was immediately at his side when he'd heard the cry of pain. And then Sam cried out in pain as his brother's stray fist hit him in the nose.
Then it stopped. Dean sat up suddenly, breathing heavily, his hand moving to clutch his chest and he just stared straight ahead with a look of terror in his eyes. He still felt the pain lingering in his chest and the lack of strength made him just want to fall back onto his pillow but he refused, too scared he'd close his eyes again.
"Dean?" Sam whispered uncertainly and he moved his hand to his brother's neck, forcing him to look at him instead of the opposite wall.
"Sam?" Dean whispered back and Sam could see the walls were breaking down. As much as Sam wanted Dean to open up more often, he didn't want his strong protective brother to be broken.
Sam pulled Dean into an embrace that he was almost positive Dean would try and escape but his brother just stayed still and allowed the comforting contact. "It's okay." Sam breathed, "Its okay, I've got you."
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A/N: Please don't kill me! I'm not really a 'Sam and Dean should hug' person, it just kind of happened, so for those who hate those moments, please don't kill me. Please…