Title: Young Blood

Fandom: Supernatural

Disclaimer: The characters used are not owned by me. They are owned by the CW and its creator Eric Kripke.

Characters: John, LilDean, Sam, Patrick/Kevin(10), Marvin/James(8)

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Chapter Thirteen

Patrick Fisher and Marvin Wales listened as John Winchester took them through their files. Patrick was pretty amazed with all the information that "Mr. Roland" had on him. The longer that he had spent being little (and under the name Kevin Williams) the more he had forgotten about himself.

Marvin had been changed for less time. Almost a month now he had been eight and could still clearly recall his 'previous' life. Being that in his adult life Marvin was actual nearing fifty, there was as lot more memory there to keep and a full life to go back to then the simple life he was living now. Seeing a picture of his family in the file really brought back his feelings of guilt and despair.

He wanted back.

Having claimed his name to be James Reilly, taking both of his children's names as his own it was even easier to recall what he had been forced to forfeit. He missed his daughter Reilly's wedding and James had been home from the army for that last month, had probably asked Debra to marry him. And he had missed it all.

But most of all he missed his Annette.

"Mr. Roland," Marvin said, fingering through his file. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the coffee table where John had been sitting before and where both files were now laid out.

Across from him, Patrick was eyeing his own file, reading through certain events that he had forgotten.

John sat on the couch that the boys had abandoned. He watched as the memory of things came back to Fisher while Wales had the pain of seeing what he no longer had with him.

"Yeah?"

"How? How did you know? How'd you find us?"

Marvin was shaking his head, looking intently down at the stacks profiling his life before him.

"Yes, how could you have known?"

"Bout you two? Well, see that's where I was hoping that we could help each other out."

The boys exchanged a look. John knew that look; his sons shared it all the time. Wondering whether to trust, to follow the plan, wondering if the other was ready.

"From what I could gather here, you've both have had a pretty damn good life. It'd be a shame if you had to start another one. You want to go back, be adults again and head back to your families. I think I can help you there."

The young Marvin looked excited. John could tell while he was viewing the files that he missed that life. Probably never imagined that he would ever be able to return to it.

Maybe wondering if he'd be able to find another woman that had loved him as much as his Annette.

Patrick looked a little more skeptical. He had already been forgetting his previous life and probably thought that he had been imagining the whole thing.

"What do you need from us?" Patrick asked defensively.

Marvin shot him a look. It was a mix of confusion and worry. It didn't seem to matter to Marvin what it was that he needed to do as long as he got to go back home.

"I'm going to need you two to try and jot down everything that you can remember for me. About the change. When it happened, where you were, what you were doing, anything and everything. Any little thing can help."

"I don't remember that night much, though. What if I can't help?"

John looked down at Marvin. The youthful tone and watery eyes reminded him so much of Sammy.

"You do the best that you can, and I'll help you out any way I can. I know a few people, might be able to get some answers soon enough. But, it'd be a big help if you guys could do this for me also. Think you can do that?"

Marvin thought for a moment before nodding.

John turned his focus on Patrick. The boy was eyeing a photo from what John remembered to be the boy's college graduation. Class of '87. John remembered the young brunette with the warm smile right at Patrick's side.

"Fisher?" John asked, accustomed to using people's last name since his enlisted time.

"Who is it?"

"Who is what?"

Patrick looked up over to him, a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"Who'd you lose? How do you know this?" he asked, patting his file.

John sighed.

"My son, Dean. He's uh, he's supposed to be twenty-seven, but a few days ago his brother called me and I came down here to find a seven year old."

"Does he remember?"

John looked over at Marvin and nodded.

"He did. He remembers his brother, which is good since to him his brother should be three. He seemed to remember more before, then it just left him."

John heard Marvin gasped. He looked up from his hands and over to the youngest. However, Marvin had turned to speak to Patrick.

"That's how Gary had it remember?"

Patrick didn't seem to recall, so Marvin emphasized.

"Come on, Kev, you must remember Gary. Gary Hallow!"

Patrick nodded.

"Yeah, I remember him!"

"Gary Hallow?" asked John. Bobby hadn't reported back any Gary, none that John could remember.

"Yeah, he was this skinny little brunette. Came in just after I got here. He was so weird at first, muttering about how he hadn't meant to get sucked into being some little kid."

"Right! Then, one day he just started acting like a five year old!"

"But, then the next, he was all weird again. Me and Kev figured he was like us, so we started talking to him."

"Most of the kids here don't really like us, think we're too serious all the time. They've made us take therapy and stuff, but not much. I mean, it is an orphanage."

"Right, but then a week later, it happened again. And when he returned to the older version he got real worried," said Marvin. He stopped talking for a second; thinking and trying to remember back to his old friend.

"Hey, Kev, can you remember what he said that last night? He kept muttering something weird. Like in another language!"

John felt shivers run down his spine. He knew he was close to something now.

"What? Uh, what did he say?"

Patrick thought for a moment. Then he spoke, from memory, eyes closed recalling the event.

"Actiones nostras, quaesumus Domine,"

John stilled. He knew that prayer like the back of his hand.

"Latin," John muttered.

Marvin looked at John.

"Well, it was a lot longer than that, but it was weird sounding like that. It reminded me of church."

John nodded.

"Actiones nostras, quaesumus Domine, aspirando praeveni et adiuvando prosequere: ut cuncta nosta oratio et operatio a te semper incipiat et per ta coepta finiatur. Per Christum Dominum nostrum."

Marvin hopped up.

"That's it! That's exactly what Gary said!"

Patrick nodded. He stood up and walked over to where John now stood looking out the window.

"That is what he said. How'd you know? And what does it mean? Do you know if Gary's okay? Do you know what's going on?"

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Dean had to wait ten minutes before he got a chance at the game. The older boys had been hogging it, but Dean wasn't crazy enough to go up to them and demand a turn at it. Finally, when it had seemed as if each boy had had their chance at least twice, they gathered themselves up and left the arcade.

Slowly, Dean crept his way to the game. He looked around, making sure that no one was watching him. Fingering the coins still in his pocket, Dean took out two quarters, slipping them into the slots.

The game came to life once more, announcing its quest to the new challenger. Standing on the tip of his toes, Dean leaned his elbows on the surface, bracing his hands on the controls and readied to play.

He could feel his insides excite, the queasy butterflies fluttering around aimlessly within the pit of his stomach. But surely that was from the thrill of the game, the forbidden-ness of the thing.

It wasn't a sign about caution or whatnot.

Certain that nothing would happen to him while he waited on his brother's return, Dean began playing the game. As he pummeled through zombies and maneuvered through the vacant city streets, Dean's only thoughts were of how cool it would be when he was finally allowed to do these things for real.

TO BE CONTINUED...

So there you have it party people! I hope I answered some questions there (and added a few more to boost!) I tried to post this a few days back, but I think my computer was cranky, lol. Review if you like it! Review if you don't!