A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, it's exam week over here and I haven't had any time for anything besides fruitlessly trying to rectify my future.

Collins couldn't feel his toes. That was never a good sign; it was always bad when you started to go numb, when you started to fall into a pit of shock. He tried to move his feet but they were tied to something and all he could manage was a feeble wobble of his legs. Fuck.

He opened his eyes slowly, it hurt to move his eyelids, like someone had stapled them shut, but once he got them open they refused to move. He was tied down alright, tied down to the floor by his hands and feet. Four loops protruding from the cold stone floor were wrapped tightly with a rough rope that was cutting into his ankles and wrists. He was sprawled out like a chalk outline, and it was dark with only a dim light in the corner. He could see a sickeningly moist ceiling directly above his head, with each passing second a drop of god knows what threatened to land on his forehead. He turned his head to the left and was puzzled at what he saw. Through the dimness of wherever the hell he was he saw a table in the corner with rows and rows of white boxes on it. Tiny boxes, no longer then Collin's shin. He squinted through the haze and his heart dropped to his stomach, they were coffins.

Sam and Dean rounded the corner, chasing after the scream, killer instinct in overdrive they were ready to pounce on whatever it was that had disturbed the peace. However, once they reached the source of the scream the road became eerily quiet once more. Nothing stirred, no one was moving, it was almost as if the entire town was holding it's breath.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked, his eyes frantically searching for something, anything to blame to noise on. Dean didn't say anything, he was staring at the ground in between the sidewalk and the nearest lawn. There was about six inches of bare dirt before the grass sprung up and Dean was kneeling beside it. "Dean?" Sam asked and his brother turned his head towards Sam, silently motioning him to take a look. Sam moved foreword warily and kneeled beside his brother. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. There, in the dirt were tiny, bloody footprints. Unseen feet no bigger then a doorknob were marching through the dirt towards something. Sam and Dean followed the little footprints from the dirt, to the sidewalk, and eventually into someone's back yard. They led to an underground cellar, straight out of The Wizard of Oz and then they stopped. Neither brother said anything as Dean threw open the cellar doors. Dean was already halfway down the stairs as Sam looked back over his shoulder, the footprints were gone.

He had noticed that Collins was awake and he frowned. He had knocked the officer pretty hard over the head, he shouldn't be coming to this soon. The little girl in his arms was whimpering softly and he shushed her soothingly.

"It's alright Kailey, I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you" he cooed. Kailey? The name struck a chord with Collins and he knew that he had the bastard that was taking children. He shuddered as the realization hit him, of why he needed all those little coffins.

"You sick son of a bitch!" Collins growled the gangly man shrugged at the officer and ignored him.

"Come on, princess, you look tired…" The man whispered placing the girl gently on a small couch and wrapping her up in what seemed to be a white scarf.

"Don't touch her!" Collins shouted, and the man sighed.

"I'm only helping her." He said, as if he was trying to explain it to a kindergardener.

"HELP!" Collins barked, fury marring his sense and made him forget, who exactly it was that was tied to the floor.

"Yes, help. I help all of my children."

The cellar was dark and Dean tossed a flashlight to Sam. There were no more guiding footprints but there was really no need to be guided. There was a very narrow hallway which led to a cramped room, no bigger then a closet. With a door directly to the left of the one they entered. On three of the walls there were clippings of old newspapers and magazines, a miniature desk in the corner had a battery powered lamp on it that Dean switched on. They scanned the walls; all of the articles seemed to be in a pattern. The first wall was all about one thing, a kidnapping of one child. Kelly Howard, a three year old girl who had been snatched in 1999, her body was found a few days later, carelessly thrown into a dumpster. Sam shuddered and turned his attention to the next two walls. They were plastered with clippings about different kidnappings starting in 2000, all the way to today. Apparently each time a car would crash, the mother would die and the child would disappear.

"Sounds like our guy" Sam said and Dean shrugged,

"Yeah, but this guy sounds like some wacko human…not really our type of monster." Sam shook his head,

"I'm not too sure of that. It says here that Kelly's father became overcome with grief and started drinking." Sam said pointing to an article on the first wall. Dean shrugged turning his attention towards his brother,

"So Dad's a booze hound, that doesn't make him a demon." Dean said and Sam furrowed his brow,

"Yeah, but here it says that Mr. Howard was driving drunk and crashed into a tree three months later…he didn't make it." Dean frowned and scanned the walls again, with a slight nod he sighed,

"Okay, so he's not a demon, he's an angry spirit?" Sam shrugged putting his hands on his hips,

"Could be." Dean let out the breath he had been holding in, just as the lamp flickered out.

Something was bothering the man, Collins could see him struggling with himself.

"You don't want to kill her" Collins said, deciding that this was a good time to play the good cop. The man rubbed his forehead and sighed,

"I have to" he said tightening the shroud around the baby girl who started to cry. Collins struggled with the bonds that held him down, if he could just keep him talking, he could untie the rope, probably.

"Why is that?" Collins asked twisting the rope that was binding his right hand through his fingers; he could feel the rope loosening in his grasp.

"Do you have any idea what can happen to a child in this world?" He asked and Collins took that as a rhetorical question. He let the man's attention be taken up by the little girl as the rope around his right hand fell limp. Yes.

"There are monsters in this world. We have to keep the children safe from them." He said rocking the little girl back and forth until her crying subsided; he carried her to the corner of the room where he unlatched a metal box that was sitting on the same table as the tiny coffins, and placed her gently beside it. His back was to the officer so Collins took the opportunity to quickly untie his left hand. His eyes grew wide as he saw what was in the metal box, there were a few glass bottles and a couple of needles. He stuck one of the needles into one of the bottles and tapped the air out. Collins quickly sat up and untied his feet. He leaped up and ran over to the table, grabbing the man around the neck.

"Yeah, like you" he spat. The man hardly seemed fazed and his body wavered and disappeared. "What the hell?" Collins breathed whipping around. The little girl let out a shout and Collins gathered her into his arms. He headed for the door when the small couch moved from its position and knocked his feet out from under him. He rolled to his back, holding the girl up so that she wouldn't get crushed. He jumped back to his feet, his eyes searching the room for his invisible foe.

A loud bang came from the door next to the one that the boys had entered. Dean raised his eyebrows and reached it before his younger brother. He threw open the door and saw Collins in the center holding a little girl with the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

"You!" Dean snarled, "I knew it was you, Sam, I knew it was him, cop my ass!" Dean said lunging at Collins.

"Wait, no, it's not me!" Collins tried to explain but Dean already had him pinned up against the wall. He grabbed the little girl from his arms and handed her to Sam who took her with a dazed look on his face.

"How many kids have you taken, huh? How many have you killed, copper?" Dean asked his fist poised to deliver one hell of a blow.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, while Dean was prepared to beat Collins to a pulp he was pinned against the wall by a small couch, the little girl still in his hands. Dean turned around as the couch slid over and knocked him to the ground.

"I told you it wasn't me" Collins gasped out. Sam's eyes widened. They had no weapons, no journal, no plan…no chance.

"Hand her over" a form materialized next to Sam, his angry voice cold as ice. Sam gripped the screaming baby tighter and pulled her away from the spirit.

"No" he said trying to kick the couch away from his body.

"Sam" Dean groaned picking himself up quickly and running over to his brother.

"Take her" Sam said handing the little girl to Dean who subsequently handed her to Collins who was standing close behind.

"You can't have her" Collins said forcefully tucking the screaming baby into his jacket, backing away from the menacing man. He glared at the cop and wavered and disappeared. All three of them let out a breath and Sam wormed his way out from behind the couch.

"Who the fuck was that?" Collins asked backing towards the door.

"We don't have time to explain this to you…we'll take care of it." Dean said heading towards the door. As soon as he reached it, it swung shut in his face. He backed up and the couch slid foreword again, clipping all three of them, forcing them on their backs. A deep laughter rang through the cramped room as the light flickered out. Collins sighed and stood up in the dark, the little girl's whimpering growing louder.

"Okay then, Ace. How're you gonna take care of this?"