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, and PJim
Warnings: Contains spanking refrences and swearing
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A/N: Finally after a very long wait, here's a new chapter! It has a few more clues as to what is going to happen, just to keep you all on your toes! There's even a hint to the slution (kind of in a not really sort of way).

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Chapter Twenty-One

Dean led his brother down the side of the house, maneuvering around the roof until he got to a point where the two story drop would be easiest to land.

It disturbed Sam more than a little that the seven year old knew how to escape so effectively already.

Before he could stop him, Sam watched little Dean dive off the side of the roof and towards the ground.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, rushing as fast as he could on a roof over to the side so that he could look down.

There Dean was, safely tucked into a protective ball.

"Dean!"

"Sammy! Chill! You wanna let 'em know we gone?"

Sam groaned, shaking his head.

"You're crazy!"

"Get down here!"

Sam quickly and effectively made the jump, landing easily besides the youngest Winchester.

"Alright, let's go!"

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Jim looked through one of his many demonology books, written completely in Latin. The books had been a part of the church's long history, and like the house Jim had inherited them when he had taken up the job oh so many years ago.

Having lost his sister to something no one could ever explain to him, and then all he had seen while he was overseas during the war, Jim wasn't the least bit skeptical about what he didn't understand. After all, his whole profession was based on faith.

Along the years, his collection like his knowledge had grown. He just hoped that it would all be enough to pull Dean through whatever was happening to him.

"Sonuvabitch!"

"Language Jonathan," Jim mumbled, not expecting his old friend to mind the reprimand in the slightest.

"I can't find a damn thing, Jim! This is insane, there has to be something. There's always something!"

"Patience, John."

"Patience? Really, Murphy? That's your advice? Patience? And people pay you for that?"

"My advice streams more from our friendship and my intimate knowledge of how you Winchesters cope when you can't control things."

"And what's wrong with shooting things?"

"There's no problem with you taking out what the law enforcement overlooks. And once you find your target, I know with certainty that you will do just that. Until then, Jonathan, you will have to confine yourself to the research and maintain a close eye on your boys."

John sighed. He absolutely hated when Jim made sense. Especially when he was trying to calm him.

And he hated when he managed to actually do just that.

"Sonuvabitch," he groaned, picking up another one of the various Latin collections and starting to flip through it.

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"Where are you leading me, my fearless leader?"

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Just try and keep up you!"

Funny as it was, Sam was kind of finding it a bit hard to keep up with the younger boy. While his longer legs should have given him the speed advantage just by length alone, Dean always seemed to have extra energy stored up somewhere.

And the forest really wasn't 6'5 friendly.

"Ow! Grr! Gah!" Sam growled, moving another branch away from him before it hit him on the forehead again.

"Keep up!"

"Can't you pick a better path! Gah!"

Dean stopped and watched Sam rub at his forehead. He stifled a laugh and shook his head. It was funny to think that his little Sammy could grow up to such a clumsy man.

"Come on, Sammy! You're no fun whining!"

"Hey, it's no picnic for me either, okay. You want these damn branches smacking your head?"

Dean frowned.

"No. Sorry, Sammy," he replied.

Sam sighed. He was having quite a bit of a hard time remembering that his brother wasn't used to their normal banter. At three years old, he would have worshipped everything his brother did and his father could never do a thing wrong.

"It's okay," Sam said, ducking under another branch and coming up besides his brother. "I know you don't mean it."

Dean nodded, glancing up seriously at him.

"You have to be extra careful, cuz I can't see that high for you! I'm sorry I made you eat all my vegetables," apologized Dean as he gave him a quick hug and then turned to keep walking.

Sam shook his head smiling. Before Dean could get too far, he pulled his back and gave him a tight hug.

"You're forgiven," he told him, ruffling his hair before releasing him. Only his brother would think that the cause of his height was the result of his having to eat two shares of vegetable servings on the rare occasions that the Winchesters even had them as a part of their meal.

As they headed further into the woods, Sam was so interested in where his brother may be leading him that he never noticed them passing the limits that their father had long ago put for them.

And Dean was glad.

But a little something in the woods was even gladder.

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"Bobby said that he'll be here tonight. I hope he's made more progress than we have."

"Did he mention any such progress?" Jim asked him, not bothering to look up from his current book as the eldest Winchester reentered the room.

John sighed, slumping back down into his seat.

"No," he needlessly replied, his actions having been answer enough. "But you know how he is too. He won't say anything of importance on the phone. You never know who or what can interfere with those things."

Jim nodded, flipping a few pages since he hadn't found anything of use to Dean in his current section. He did however have a pretty good sermon building up in his mind.

John dropped his face into his hands and groaned. He couldn't help thinking that he was failing his sons. He knew that the longer that Dean spent as a child, the harder it would be to change him back. The thought that there was a another demon specifically targeting his family enraged him, but rage wasn't going to give him answers.

"Damnit!"

"Everything will work out, John. You have to believe that," Jim said looking over to his friend and wishing he could say more.

John nodded, his head still in his hands. He did need to believe, he knew that his friends would not give up on his son. He wouldn't give up on Dean either, and he had yet to ever fail.

"If you start doubting, Samuel and Dean will soon doubt in us too. And then nothing will be able to be accomplished. You know how most of these things work, half of the battle is not succumbing to the demon itself. You believing in yourself, in your friends, that will help Dean so much the greater. Those boys have faith in you, and some still in me and Bobby, we can't let them down."

"You're right Jim. And I don't doubt any one of us. I think maybe I'll try and look more into who was the hunter that those two boys met in the orphanage. That might give us some more clues."

"Great idea. You heading to the library then?"

John nodded, standing stretched and nodded at his friend.

"Got more of a chance there than here."

"Well, it might be the best plan for Samuel to aide in. He strives in research, you should take him along. And while your there, you can return a few things for me."

John smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, Sammy would help. But then you'll have to keep a sharp eye on Dean. I really don't like that he's heard voices already, Jim."

"As long as he remains on the property, he will be safe."

John scoffed.

"Yeah, I'll try and hurry back."

"Much obliged."

John headed towards the steps, heading to the attic. If his troublesome duo had made some progress on the chaos that was Jim's attic than that would be one hell of a victory.

He wasn't surprised to not see them in there, figuring that they had both rather of headed to their room. However, the opened window and the distinct hand and shoe markings in the dust on the ledge told him otherwise.

"I'm going to kill them," he groaned, slapping an old cabinet and causing a few things to tumble out of it. Oh well, he had larger fishes to fry.

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"Dean, where are we going? Do you even know?"

"Geesh! Where's you sense of 'venture, Sammy?"

Sam scoffed. His sense of adventure had been paddled out of his behind many moons ago, and he was getting the distinct feeling that he was on the path to a refresher course.

"Sorry, think I lost that somewhere in the attic."

Dean looked back at him with a wide grin. He laughed as he moved on forward.

"You're funny!"

"Well, I kind of learned that from you. There were just a few techniques I picked up in order to survive you!"

"Me! What'd I do?"

"Oh no! I'm not going to give you any ideas?!"

"Aww, come on. Can't do you no harm now!"

Sam glared at the back of the little boy's blond floppy hair. The truth was, he had no idea if it could damage something in there past and he was not going to take any chances. Not when his hide had already been in jeopardy too many things as it was growing up.

"Dream on, little man! I'm not giving you any more incentives! Far as I know, you could already be doing things, and you're just lucky I'm too little to recall."

"I'd never do nothing to hurt ya, Sammy! Don't cha know that?"

"I know, I didn't mean that you would. But you have a way of getting me in trouble. Like now, where the hell are we?"

"You curse a lot! Sammy, you shouldn't do that."

"Excuse me? Who was having a cursing fit when we went shopping?"

"Well, I can cuz I'm older. If Daddy heard you like you talk, He'd have a zoo!"

"What?"

"A zoo! A zoo, Sammy! More than just the one cow! And, well, if you do something bad, I get in trouble. Daddy won't spank you."

Sam groaned. If only his brother's memory was still true. Luckily, the kid hadn't been privy to the couple of swats that his father had handed out to him. He didn't want to ruin his brother's image of him in any way.

"Well, if you don't want to get Dad mad, we better head back now. You don't want them to notice that we're gone do you?"

Dean opened his mouth to reply, but then he stilled. He could feel something cold around him. It was creeping him out and he wanted to rush over to his brother, but he couldn't more.

In his mind, he saw an image. It flashed with what he knew was really in front of him.

He wanted to go there, wherever it was. He knew that it held secrets, but he didn't know what. He wanted so badly to know.

How do I get there? he thought.

And suddenly the answer came to him, almost as if a whisper. The seven year old smiled, he turned around and without another word, he made a mad dash towards a path only he knew.

"Dean! DEAN!" Sam yelled, trying to follow him. He had noticed his brother get stiff for a few seconds, and it worried him as he had started to approach the younger boy, Dean had smiled, turned around and dashed away.

Panic sprung up in Sam's chest. They were deep in the woods that surrounded Pastor Jim's home and the trees were think. He could hear his brother's insistent footsteps getting further and further away from him.

When a branch he hadn't spotted smacked him dead in the stomach, Sam dropped to his knees. He tried to get back up, but either from his trying to catch his breath or something else, he just couldn't get up.

From behind him, he could hear another set of footsteps, heavier steps and far away. Sam struggled to breath even more. He felt as if something was wrapping itself around his chest, constricting his ribs.

The footsteps grew closer and he could no longer hear Dean steady progress.

Sam was alone. And soon enough, unconscious.

To be continued...