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Previously on Supernatural- Sam nestled against Meghan and fell asleep in the safety of his new friend's arms.

Meghan stared at her little charge as they slowly rocked in the old chair. Sam was fast asleep in her arms while Muffin stood guard beside them occasionally growling. Stroking Sam's hair, Meghan was amazed at his strength. She knew most children his age would be terrified to be lost in the woods at night. But Sam, while upset, seemed to be holding his own. He had managed to make his way through the woods without harm and find help. "Not that I'm much help" Meghan thought. "But at least I can protect him until his family comes." Thoughts turning to Sam's family, she wondered where they were and how they could lose track of Sam long enough for him to get lost. Where they not paying attention to him? How could anyone not be watching over such an adorable little boy? She decided that she had a few things she wanted to say to his father and brother when they finally got here.

Meghan glanced down at Muffin who was growling at her again. "Its okay, Muffin. I won't hurt you. I'm going to protect you and Sammy until your family gets here." Muffin cocked her head to one side, let out one more, soft growl, and laid down staring at the two people in the chair. Settling back in the rocking chair, Meghan sat calmly watching over her precious little friend and waiting for his family to come to the rescue.

While Ranger Wilson stood watching his children sleep, his thoughts were focused on little Sammy Winchester. He couldn't believe he had stopped searching and left the park before they found the boy. His mind was telling him that the search had to be called off; it was too dangerous to search at night. But his heart was screaming that if it was his son, Lucas out there, he wouldn't want the search to stop until they had found him. Staring down at Lucas' angelic face he was reminded of the older brother's expression when they were called off. The boy had been struggling to keep his emotions under control but the fear in his eyes was impossible to miss. The father's and uncle's desperate faces morphed into another family's as a memory of another missing child came. That search had met a gruesome end, and Ranger Wilson was determined not to let this one end the same way. Memories of that long ago search made his decision an easy one. He was going back to the park and finding the Winchester boy. Catching one last glimpse of his children, Ranger Wilson headed out the door. He had a child to rescue.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Dean, the hunters finally made it back to their starting point. Silence reigned as they continued on their way.

Dean trudged along thinking only of his brother. His thoughts wandered back to other "hunts" for Sammy. Dean remembered the first time they lost Sam like it was yesterday. Sam had been two when they had gone to the local mall with Pastor Jim. They walked into a clothing store to look for some new clothes for both boys. Dean had tried to talk Jim into getting a buggy for Sammy but Jim insisted that he could keep a hold of Sam without a buggy. "Yeah, that worked out well" Dean thought as he recalled what happened next. One minute Sammy was standing beside them, the next minute he was gone. They had searched the shop for an hour before discovering Sammy asleep under the very clothes rack they had been looking at when he went missing. Dean chuckled thinking about the incident. It was kinda funny when he looked back on it. He wondered if he would ever be able to laugh about this. He really doubted it.

John peeked over at Dean when he heard the boy giggle. He started to ask what was even remotely funny about the situation but decided he didn't want to know. If it was helping his son cope with his brother being missing, Dean could laugh all he wanted. John's thoughts were revolving around all of Sammy's firsts. He remembered the first time he saw Sam through the nursery window at the hospital. He was the most beautiful baby there, and John could have sworn that Sam looked right at him. That led him to other firsts; first night home, first tooth, first haircut. Some other firsts John would rather forget. His first word had reminded John that he really needed to watch his mouth around the kid, and his first steps were another disaster all together. And then there was Sam's first day of school. That most certainly hadn't gone well. Mulling over all this, John came to a conclusion; he really needed to get a handle on this dad thing before one of the boys got hurt or he died of heart failure. His thoughts stuttered to a halt as he heard a noise up ahead.

John placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and motioned him to be quiet. The noise came again accompanied by a slight rustle of the bushes several feet in front of them. The hunters stopped dead in their tracks. John and Bobby immediately drew their weapons aiming them at the bushes. Dean's protest was silenced as his father's hand covered his mouth. Shaking his head at Dean, John uncovered his son's mouth and refocused his attention on the bushes. All three hunters tensed as the rustling came closer and closer.

Meghan stared up into the beautiful moonlit night. Things had been quiet so far and she hoped they stayed that way. Sammy and Muffin were sleeping peacefully, and hopefully his family would be coming along any minute now. Meghan sighed. She wished they could stay with her. It would be nice to have someone to talk to and play with during the day. The unmistakable sound of an old truck engine shattered the silence. Hearing the sound Meghan froze. She remembered that engine; it was the one he drove! They needed to hide fast! "Sammy, wake up!" she said shaking the small boy.

Sammy woke to someone shaking him. "Quit it Dean! I'm tired!" he yelled batting at the hand on his shoulder.

"Sammy, wake up" Meghan urged. "We have to leave now!"

Rubbing his eyes, Sam slowly stared at the girl. The day's events came rushing back to him. Looking at Meghan's worried face he asked, "What's wrong Meghan? Why are you scared?"

Meghan stood up setting Sammy on his feet. "Get Muffin and come on." Meghan ordered. "A bad man's coming. He likes to take kids and hurt them. We've got to go hide before he sees us. Hurry!"

Hearing the urgency in his new friend's voice, Sam quickly scooped up Muffie and followed Meghan. They ran behind the cabins until they made it to the edge of the woods. Sam stopped not wanting to go back through the woods.

Sensing his apprehension Meghan bent down in front of him. "Listen, I know you're afraid to go back in the woods but we have to. We can't let him find us." She told him. "But don't worry, squirt. I'll be with you this time, and we'll find our way out again together."

Sam hesitated for a second before he took Meghan's hand and walked back into the woods.