first off, i just want to say sorry that this took so long. i was busier then i thought i would be. i will try to do better this week. thank you all again for the great reviews, they are all so very much appriciated. i hope you enjoy this next chapter. :) writing the wee!chesters is turning out to be more fun then i thought.

D: always just for fun.

TWILIGHT

Chapter 6

Two days. The storm hadn't let up for two days. In all of their short lives Kerri and Dean had never seen a storm with such power, and such a long duration. It seemed as though it had been raining forever, the sloping green lawns now muddy rivers, darkness so thick that the forest had become nearly lost from view. And the winds, the howling gale that had been enough to send both Sam and Evelyn into their sibling's beds each night, seemed to be growing even stronger. But the worst part of all was how the warm summer had somehow turned as cold as winter.

What was even more disconcerting was the fact that the weather man seemed equally as baffled. Not a week before he had forecasted dry days and above average temperatures, but two days before, just hours after their fathers had left, all that changed. And that coincidence was not lost on Dean. He still listened to the howling winds, still watched the distant forest for any sign of evil, any hint of singing. But there was nothing save for the pounding rain and rumbling thunder.

But the absolute worst part of the entire situation, the one thing that was threatening Dean's very sanity wasn't coming from the outside. Oh no, the most trying part of it all was coming from upstairs.

"I'm gonna tell." Evelyn's voice shrieked, followed shortly there after by the pounding of running feet. Dean closed his eyes as he laid across the couch, comic book in hand. They were trying his patients and their fathers were still gonna be gone for another twelve days at least. He shot Kerri a warning glare when he heard her snicker, the redhead not even looking away from her easel when she heard Sam yell behind her sister.

"Not if I tell them first."

"Don't you push me, Sam Winchester."

"I'm not pushin' you."

"Yes you are. Owe, stop."

"Glad I'm not in charge." Kerri smiled as she looked over to Dean, the older boy still shooting her death glares. In reality she knew that, while Dean was officially in charge, she had just as much say in things as he did. Well, none supernatural things that is, the supernatural she would definitely leave to Dean.

"Who says you're not in charge?"

"I'm only in charge when they're quiet."

"Thanks."

"My pleasure."

"Dean." Sam's voice filled the room as he and Evelyn ran down the last few steps, both children red faced and fuming. Obviously something big had happened upstairs. "I didn't do what she's gonna say I did."

"Well if that's not a guilty plea then I don't know what is." Dean sighed, dropping his comic on the coffee table before turning to the two younger kids.

A first he thought that he would be able to hold off their cabin fever for a least a few days, plenty of time, Dean thought, for the storms to end. But unfortunately, as with most things in his life, that hadn't been the case and after a solid day of tranquility all hell seemed to break loose.

"What happened?" He asked, not really sure he wanted to hear the answer, and more then positive that his little brother had been the one to start the argument. It was almost like they took turns causing trouble. At first Evelyn had 'accidentally' spilled her breakfast on Sam, and then Sam had 'accidentally' run through her tea party with his big wheel. But it didn't stop there, oh no, Evelyn had taken a page out of the Dean Winchester book of pranks and tricked Sam into looking through a set of trick binoculars. Dean had to laugh though, since his now irate little brother still resembled a raccoon.

"He won't let me in the attic."

"I told you, it's boys only."

"But it's my house."

"I got an idea." Dean broke in, fearing the two small kids may actually start a physical fight. "How about neither of you is allowed in the attic. I don't really want you playing up there anyway."

"Dean." Sam began, stomping in feet. "That's not fair!"

"It's fair because I say it's fair."

"Fine." Sam huffed, "I'm gonna go play in my room."

"Can I play with you're legos, Sam?" Evelyn asked as she batted her eyes at Sam. Dean was amazed at just how fast she had managed to go from irate to charming, her little smile lighting up her pale eyes.

"I wanna play by myself."

"Please, Sam?" She said sweetly as she followed him up the stairs, her pig-tales swinging behind her.

"You always break them."

"I promise I won't break the one you put together already."

"I don't wanna."

"Please?"

"Fine."

"You do know they're gonna be back down here in about twenty minutes, don't you?" Kerri cracked her back as Dean once again reclined on the sofa. She had been sitting Indian-style on the other sofa, easel in front of her, hands black with charcoal. She had been that way for the better part of an hour, the room around her taking shape on the paper beneath her hand.

Dean had always marveled at how good an artist she was, even when they were younger she could always color rings around his stick figure people. She was the kind of person that just had a natural talent, and Dean couldn't help but be amazed by her. She was always smiling, always happy, always there to offer support. People had always told Dean that he had grown up too fast, that he was more like a little man then a child. But he never really believed them, never saw what they saw. Yeah, he took care of his brother, but that was something all big brothers did. And yeah he could take care of ghosts and beasts, but he was nowhere near as good as the other hunters.

No, in his mind Kerri was more of an adult; wiser and calmer then many children her age. She knew and understood so much, but she never let that change her, never let that lessen her vibrant spirit or cloud her always open heart. But most of all, she was always there for him. And that was something that put her head and shoulders above everyone else. Yes, he had his dad and Sammy, and yes, he could talk to his dad about a few things, but no one knew him as well as she did, and for that he was always grateful. When he was around her, life just seemed a little easier.

A sudden crashing made them both jump, Dean taking off at a dead run up the stair, Kerri following closely at his heels. Something up there had come crashing down and, from the sound of it, it was something big. Dean's mind immediately went to the worst case scenario. Something had fallen on them, something big and heavy had fallen on Sammy. The eleven year old's heart beat faster and faster as he climbed the steps, knowing that his and Sam's room was up on the third floor.

But his mind didn't stop there, seconds after picturing his little brother trapped beneath the heaviest thing his imagination could come up with, he instantly thought of the singing. Maybe something had broken through the window? Maybe Sam had fallen out a window? Every idea he had went from bad to worse, each one ending with Sammy broken beyond repair.

Finally after what seemed to him like forever, Dean rounded the corner, eyes immediately taking in the scene before him. Sam and Evelyn were standing at the end of the hall just outside their room. Evelyn was hiding behind his brother, both children looking so lost, so scared that Dean found himself scanning the area for the culprit. He found it in the form of a giant mirror.

The closer he and Kerri got, the more they saw. The two little kids were standing amidst a sea of broken glass, a bouncy ball at their feet, Evelyn clutching tightly to Sam's hand. But the worse of it all wasn't apparent until they were mere feet away. Both children were covered in cuts, obviously having been hit by the falling glass.

"Sammy." Dean yelled, grabbing the little boy by the shoulders, his sneakers crunching over the glass. "Come on, Sammy, look at me."

The little boy raised his head, wide eyes staring deeply at his brother, his little hand still wrapped around Evelyn's as the young girl sobbed softly.

"Hey, Ev." Kerri's voice was soft and sweet as she pried the two terrified seven year olds apart before leading them into the room. "It's ok, honey."

Evelyn sniffed a few times but didn't say anything, just wrapped her little arms around her big sister's waist.

"Sammy." Dean began again, watching as Evelyn cried into her sister's shirt. He could tell that Sam was trying his hardest not to cry. But his big brown eyes were still glistening with tears while his bottom lip continued to tremble. "What happened, buddy?" Dean asked calmly, his heart beat slowing as he took in the scene.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident." Sam managed before looking back at his feet.

"Hey, dude, it's ok. Let's go downstairs and get you two cleaned up, ok?"

"Ok." Sam mumbled, raising his arm to wipe away his tears but immediately stopping.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked in alarm, taking his brother's arm in his hands. There were three large, bleeding gashes on the side.

"I didn't want the glass to hit Ev." Sam mumbled, looking up to his brother with big brown eyes.

"He saved my life." Evelyn stated, wide eyes falling on Sam as she continued to hug her sister.

"Good job, Sammy." Dean smiled ruffling the little boy's hair, but Sam still looked to be on the verge of tears. "What is it?"

Sam sniffed once before he began to cry, his face buried in Dean's stomach. "I broke a mirror."

"I see that."

"So, I'm gonna have bad luck for the next half of my life. I'm only seven and I'm gonna have it another seven. That's forever."

Dean just smiled down at the little boy, relieved that his only real fear was bad luck. He scooped Sam up into his arms, rubbing his back as Sam continued to cry on his shoulder. "That's just a superstition. You don't have to worry about that."

"But what if it's real?"

"Well, if it is real there's one good way to repel it."

"What's that?"

"You just have to wear something made of silver around your neck." Dean announced, hoping Kerri would pick up on it.

"Hey, you know what, Sam?" Dean smiled when she chimed in. "I think my dad has some silver downstairs, I can make you a necklace."

"Really?" Sam sniffled, twisting around to look at Kerri, his face still wet from tears.

"Yeah."

"Kerri." Evelyn tugged at her sister's sleeve, her eyes bright and pleading. "Can I have one too?"

"Sure. Now let's go downstairs and get you two patched up."

"And hey you guys." Dean began as he and Kerri carried their siblings down the stairs. "Next time don't play with the ball so closed to the mirror."

"But we weren't." Evelyn announced as Sam shifted to face his brother.

"We were playing real far from it." Sam began. "It went over there by itself."

"Are you sure it didn't just bounce off something?"

"No, 'cause it was bouncing one way then it just turned and went the complete other way. Me and Ev went to see where it went and it bounced right in front of the mirror then it bounced into it."

"Are you sure it wasn't just the wind?"

"Na huh. We closed the window because the singing was scary." Evelyn began as Sam shivered in his brother's arms. Dean and Kerri shared a look as they entered the kitchen, both then staring out the window at the ever darkening forest.