ok, once again, sorry this took so long. my little neice was in visiting all weekend (with my brother and sister-in-law of course) and i didnt have time to write. sorry.

also, i would once again like to thank you all for the reviews, they are great. and dont worry, the action starts now.

D: dont own them.

TWILIGHT

Chapter 7

A couple boxes of Band-Aids, a few tubes of antiseptic cream and many, many hugs and kisses later and Sam and Evelyn were all patched up. After their siblings had been taken care of Dean and Kerri made them promise to stay downstairs while they cleaned up the mess that was once the hall mirror. The truth of the matter was, that if Dean could've had it his way, both Sam and Evelyn would be locked in a room with no sharp objects until their fathers' returned. He had been beyond terrified when he heard the sickening sound of the mirror shattering, the sight of his little brother, sliced up and bloody nearly too much for him to handle.

And all at once Dean felt even more like a failure. Not only had he managed to lose his little brother in a storm, but now he had allowed him to get hurt, and he just didn't know what else to do. They had only been playing, first with the basketball and then again with the bouncy ball. They hadn't been out roaming the woods in the dark, hadn't been attempting some stupid stunt. No, they had just been playing and the older Winchester knew that there was no way he could protect his brother from that.

Their sneakers crunched again as both children took in the scene before them, the bouncy ball resting innocently by the door, shards of glass glistening in the dim light, little bits of blood scattered around like confetti. Dean nearly fell to his knees as he scanned the area, his mind racing, heart beating fast. This could have been much, much worse. He could have lost them.

"Hey." Kerri's voice made him jump. "You still with me?"

"They could have been killed, Ker."

"But they weren't. They're ok, they're downstairs, it was all just an accident."

"Was it? You heard what they said."

"It was probably the wind."

"Same with the basketball? And the singing?"

"Dean, I've lived here for years, nothing has ever happened."

"Maybe something moved in?"

"Oh yeah, because we usually rent out our forest to ghosts."

"I'm serious, Kerri. I just have a real bad feeling about something."

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make fun, it's just weird is all."

"Weird how?"

"Well, I've lived here ever since my mom died, and nothing has ever happened. And now, the one time we are really left alone and this happens. I mean, it didn't even start till the night before our dads left. It's almost like..."

"Like something's been watching us." Dean finished as he made his way over to the window. He inspected the lock and stripping to make sure that it was indeed closed and sealed, finally ruling out the fierce winds. Kerri was right, they had been in that house for years and nothing had ever happened. But now, the one time their fathers were beyond reach was the one time something happened.

"You know I trust you, Dean. No matter what." Kerri began, her voice quiet yet strong. Dean turned from the window and eyed his friend, the young girl's blue eyes shinning with both determination and unwavering faith. "Whatever you think we should do, I'm there one hundred percent."

"Thanks, Kerri." Dean forced a smile before pulling the curtains closed. He looked around the room deep in thought, his mind finally agreeing that this wasn't just their imaginations, something supernatural was going on. And he knew that it was up to him to keep them all safe, that it was his job to keep the evil at bay.

But something told him that this was too big to handle on his own, that this was something beyond even him. Whatever this thing was, it had obviously been watching them, waiting for the perfect opportunity. It wanted their parents gone, wanted the children all to themselves, and that was exactly what had happened a few days ago. And Dean knew, without a doubt, that they needed to get John and Tom back as soon as they could.

"All right." Dean began, suddenly seeming so much older than eleven. He scrubbed his hands over his face before looking at Kerri, his eyes hard and dangerous. "Leave the glass, we'll deal with it later. I wanna go around and make sure every window and door is locked and salted. It looks like the wind blew the salt away here, and I wanna make sure it didn't happen anywhere else."

"Ok. What about the kids?"

"I think we should go around and get everything we'll need to camp out in the living room. No offense, but your house it too big, and I think it would be easier to just stay down there."

"Yeah, ok. I'll start in the attic and check all the windows and doors and fix the salt lines. You go round up Sam and Evelyn."

"I'm gonna try and call my dad, too." Dean began solemnly as he and Kerri moved to the hallway, taking care to avoid as much glass as possible. He knew he should be able to handle this on his own, knew that he shouldn't have to call for help, but the truth of the matter was that he was terrified. After all, he was just one eleven year old boy, no matter how much older he chose to act.

"Good idea, my dad said to call Pastor Jim if there were any problems, he probably knows how to get in-touch with our dads."

"Ok. I'm gonna go get Sammy and Ev, and call Pastor Jim, you get started. And Kerri." Dean began as they split. "You be careful."

"You too, Dean. I'll meet you down in the living room when I'm done." And with one final smile she turned the corner, her mind set on the task at hand.

Dean watched his friend's retreating back before turning to the stairs, his heart heavy, but shoulders a little lighter. He liked having Kerri around, liked having someone that understood him, that accepted him for who and what he was. His dad had always expected him to be the perfect soldier, to never make a mistake, while Sam had always seen him as the larger than life older brother, the kind of kid that could defeat anything.

Even Evelyn and Mr. Harrison had high expectations for him. But Kerri, well, Kerri had never asked for him to be more than himself, and that was one of the greatest gifts he had ever received. After all, it was hard trying to be perfect when everyone wanted something from you.

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Sam and Evelyn sat huddled on the living room sofa as the storm raged violently just outside the windows. The two pulled closer together as the lightning flashed again, illuminating the dark sky with a sickly white light. Sam pulled the little girl closer to him, his arm wrapped protectively around her shaking shoulder. He had to keep her safe, she was his responsibility. He knew their dad had left Dean in charge, but that didn't change the fact that he now felt responsible for Evelyn. After all, she was nearly killed when the mirror shattered and, even though she was annoying, he still really liked her. She was the best friend he ever had, besides his brother, and he didn't want anything in the world to hurt her.

"It's ok, Ev." Sam's voice shook as he spoke. In reality he was terrified. But it wasn't just the storm that had him worried, big boys weren't afraid of thunder. No, it was the singing, and the fact that the ball had thrown itself into the mirror. He had never seen anything like it in all his life, and he hoped he never would again. He fingered the small piece of silver that was hanging around his neck, hoping that it was enough to keep the bad luck away.

He didn't know how his brother did it, how he managed to be so brave when things were really, really scary. All his short life Sam had wanted to be just like his big brother, just like his hero. He heard kids at school talk about how cool their brothers were, but he knew that no one in the world compared to Dean. He was even better than Superman. And so, he wrapped his arm a little tighter around Evelyn, trying to think of what Dean would do.

He had seen his brother comfort the little girl after a bad dream, had watched as he hugged her, smoothing down her long, dark hair while her tears slowly ceased. Sam slowly raised his arm, cringing when the bandaged pulled as he awkwardly smoothed down Evelyn's hair, speaking to her the entire time, trying to tell her that everything would be ok. He nearly screamed when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

"You two ok?" Dean asked, looking down over the two frightened seven year olds.

"Yeah." Sam smiled back up weakly. "I'm just trying to keep, Ev, safe. Am I doing good?" Sam searched his brother's face, trying to make sure he was doing what he was supposed to be doing to calm her down.

"Yeah, Sammy, you're doing great." Dean smiled, ruffling his hair before moving to check on Evelyn, the little girl's face still buried in Sam's shirt. "You ok there, Ev?"

"Yeah." She answered softly, looking up at Dean, her pale eyes shinning with tears. "Where's, Kerri?"

"Don't worry, she's just checking stuff around the house, she's ok. Listen you guys." Dean continued as he rounded the couch, kneeling down before the two smaller children. "Kerri and I decided that it would be better if we all stayed down here, ok?"

"Why?" Sam asked as Evelyn looked around the room nervously.

"We just think it would be better, ok. There's nothing to worry about." He didn't want to scare the two little kids, didn't want to show the fear that he himself was feeling. He had to be strong, had to hold it together, if not for himself, then for Sam and Evelyn.

"What about the singing?" Evelyn asked, worried eyes landing on Dean. "And the ball bouncing by itself."

"Don't worry about it."

"No, Dean, there's something there."

"I'm not gonna let anything hurt you guys, ok. Look, I don't want you two to be scared but I am gonna call our dads. Ok?"

"They're far away." Sam began, his brown eyes growing wider as he looked up at his brother. Things were definitely not good, and he was now one hundred percent terrified. He knew that Dean wouldn't call their dad unless it was absolutely necessary and, no matter what Dean said, he was beyond worried.

"I know, but I just want them to get back here a little sooner."

"What if the monster gets in?"

"There's no monster."

"You wouldn't call dad if there wasn't one."

"Look you two, I promise I won't let anything bad happen. Ok?"

"Ok." Evelyn slowly untangled herself from Sam's arms, though her little body was still trembling with fear. "Can I help?"

"I just want you and Sammy to stay here. How 'bout you two make some sandwiches while Kerri and I finish up?"

"Yeah, ok." Evelyn smiled a little as she and Sam slid of the couch.

"I'll be upstairs. Don't go near the doors, ok?"

"Ok, and Dean." Sam called as Evelyn disappeared into the kitchen. "Hurry up."

"Will do, keep an eye on her, Sammy." Dean smiled at his little brother before heading up the stairs.

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Kerri never noticed just how many windows there were in her house, at least, not until that moment. If she didn't know any better she would have sworn that they were multiplying, and it was times like these that she wished she had a smaller house. She had only managed to check the attic and a few rooms before Dean came back to check on her very slow progress.

"How are Ev and Sam?" She asked, turning back to the window, her eyes scanning the forest below.

"They're terrified."

"Yeah, well, I'm on my way there, too." She mumbled, leaning a little farther over a dresser, still staring out the window. Something caught her eye for a moment before disappearing back into the storm. It was almost like a person's shadow, although she knew that no human could move that fast.

"What?" Dean asked, immediately moving to the window. "What is it?"

"I thought I saw something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, it was almost like I saw someone walking across the field, but only for a second."

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but any reply was suddenly halted by an ear piercing scream.