This is my first Supernatural fic and please be kind. Also i do not own Supernatural, the gorgeous boys of the show, or anything else, but i do own the odd characters and mysterious things that will pop up throughout the story.

Also, i am aussie so setting it in an American small town was hard...i've been to america but only the big cities, so i made up one ...and i'll figure out the state later. Its set inbetween benders and shadow.


Chapter 1

"Hello?"

The front door of the Wilkins residence creaked open, as the eldest son, Aaron, walked in. It was late at night and the house was silent. He grinned, as his dark bangs covered his eyes. No one was awake. Normally, he'd find his mother on the couch in hair curlers and her dressing robe, half asleep, yet ready to worry and partly tell her son off for arriving home at an ungodly hour. The 21 year old carefully and quietly walked through the entrance hall, and missing the creaking step, ascended to the next floor of his house.

He tiptoes past his parents room, hearing his father's nores as it shook his parent's bed, and then he crept past his younger brother's room. But he stopped, noticing something odd. Through the crack left after his brother's door wasn't shut closed, he saw his younger brother Jacob on the floor and not on his bed.

Aaron stepped into the room and crouched by his brother, shaking him awake, "Jacob, get up,"

Jacob shot up, and curled up, whimpering and eyeing his brother. Something that stumped his older brother.

His older brother rolled his eyes, "C'mon quit being a baby," He paused, thinking his brother may have hit his head upon landing on the floor, "How many fingers am i holding up?"

As he held up three fingers, his 15 year old brother grinned, holding up the same number, "One, two, free!"

Aaron shook his head, "Dude, did you just say free?"

Jacob Wilkins only grinned cheekily, "Awron, where's mummy?"

The dark haired boy blinked at his younger brother. This was not good. Though it could actually be a joke, "How old are you?"

Jacob laughed - actually more like giggled - and held up 4 fingers, "Four!"

Aaron shook his head, putting this all down to a possible drunken state and therefore he was hallucinating that his brother was claiming to be five years old. But then he glanced up, noticing the open window, "Why is that open?"

His younger brother scrambled into bed, "Lady came. She said she took somefing,"

"Through the window?"

The younger boy nodded, before diving under the blankets, "She gonna come back?" was the muffled enquiry.

Aaron shrugged, going over to close the window, but not before noticing a strange symbol on the windowsill. He closed it, keeping the symbol in mind, and left the room, wondering what in god's name was going on. He shook his head, thinking it's be better by morning.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.


"So where's our next gig?"

Sam glanced over at his older brother, who was sitting on the bed. While Sam searched on the computer, Dean was cleaning his guns. Again. The younger Winchester knew Dean was bored. Dean had only just cleaned those same guns yesterday. And they hadn't even used them between now and then. "Nowhere," he answered.

Dean groaned, "There has gotta be something! You're telling me that there are no sons-of-btches i can kill?" Sam nodded and Dean groaned again, a mixture of frustration and boredom, "Conjure up something! I have to kill!"

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes, ignoring his older brother's antics, and continued his internet search, before noticing an article that caught his attention, "Huh,"

Dean blinked, "What?"

"Small town has had a number of teenagers turn into little kids," Sam read on, "Overnight, these kids have gone from 15-16 year olds to be thinking and acting around 4 or 5 years old,"

Dean stopped cleaning his guns, intrigued, "Where is it?"

Sam chuckled, disbelievingly, "Home,"

A clutter was heard, and then a curse, as Dean dropped a gun he had been holding, "Lawrence?"

The younger Winchester turned to look at his older brother, "No," he sighed, closing his eyes momentarily, "Our other home,"


There's chapter one. Hope you like. Just going to go, find out what town i am setting it in...maybe real or fictional...dunno really.

comment if you wish!

-lovingmrackles