Memory Lane

"Dean!" Sam walked up to the Impala's driver window, "Where have you been?"

"Keep it down," Dean whispered, "Scottie fell asleep." He gestured over to the passenger side.

Sam smiled a little, "I've been meaning to ask you-"

"Sam, I swear to god if you ask me if you can date either one of them the answer's no."

"But you said-" Sam shook off the rest of his thought, "That's not what I was going to ask you."

"Then what?"

"Don't you remember them?"

"Who?"

"Scottie and Reyna."

Dean blinked, "Dude, one of them is sleeping in my car. Of course I remember them. Did you hit your head or something?"

Sam faked a laugh, "No, I mean the boogieman, in Oregon. Like thirteen years ago."

"We had to watch those two brats because Dad was using them as bait."

"Exactly. Do you remember their names?"

"Of course," Dean smiled, "Gwen and Rey…na." His smile disappeared, "You're meaning to tell me that we're still babysitting these girls thirteen years later?"

Sam shrugged and Dean groaned.

"It's good to know that they're still alive," Sam said, "Remember how you almost got them killed?"

"Me? It was Dad's plan. And their mom went along with it."

"Dean, you almost shot Reyna because she started messing with your tapes."

"And?"

"She was four."

"Sam, Dean," John Winchester's voice sounded in a motel, "I'd like to introduce you to Gwen and Reyna."

The boys came along. They were 17 and 21. Reyna and Gwen were only 4 and 5.

"Why did you bring these ankle biters?" Dean blinked.

"There's a boogieman around here," John lowered his voice, "I promised a very good friend I'd keep them safe."

"A boogieman?" Sam asked sarcastically, "Now we're in trouble."

John glared at his youngest, "Look, I have to go help their mom. She believes something's up with her husband. And she hopes that whatever is going on with him won't happen to them."

"And who are they?" Dean asked.

"Lewis and Delia Woodhill," John answered, "There's a crapload of electrical storms and cattle deaths around their house. And he's only a High School Janitor."

Dean thought things over, "So we just have to watch these two until you come back?"

John nodded and grabbed a few things, "Just take care of them."

Sam and Dean stared at the little girls and the girls stared back.

"So who's who?" Dean whispered to Sam.

"I'm Gwen," Gwen piped up, "This is my little sister, Reyna. Reyna?" Gwen looked around to find her sister pulling a stack of tapes.

"Dean, put the gun down," Sam growled at his brother.

"She touched my things, Sam!" Dean set the gun down.

"I'm sorry about my brother," Sam knelt down, "I'm Sam."

"And I'm Dean," Dean muttered, "the bad one."

Sam glared at Dean and looked Gwen and Reyna in the eye, "I promise no one will hurt you."

Reyna woke up in the motel. Alone. "Scottie?" Reyna looked around, and groaned. Her sister had the tendency to venture off. She looked out the window to see Sam and Dean gathered around the Impala, "Oh great." She stomped off towards it as soon as she left the Motel, "Where the hell is Scottie?"

"Reyna," Dean laughed and smiled at her, "We were just talking about you."

"Where's. Scottie," She growled.

"You're just as annoying as ever," Dean pointed to passenger seat, "Cas told me that he saw her half a mile away in a church."

Reyna clutched her necklace, "Why didn't you wake her up?"

"I tried," Dean said, "She wouldn't wake up and I was debating on what to do."

"Debating?" Reyna repeated, "By sitting in your car with her just passed out? Do you even know what that looks like to me, Dean?"

"Reyna, calm down," Sam grabbed her wrist that was just inches from Dean's face.

"Don't you dare hurt my sister," Reyna yelled as her eyes flashed yellow

"We promised we wouldn't remember?" Sam tried to calm her down, Reyna tried to fight to get away as he repeated, "Remember?"

Reyna stopped struggling and looked him in the eyes. She remembered them. The two guys who watched her and her sister while also becoming bait for the boogieman. The yellow faded from her eyes.

Sam had suggested the park. Dean thought against it. But the girls wanted the park so Dean was kind of cast aside.

"Higher!" Reyna chimed as Dean pushed her on the swing. Reyna's fun outweighed Dean's not amused expression.

Gwen on the other hand decided to run around the playground as Sam watched her from afar. She asked him to play with her, but he declined after the last case he ventured, with his ankle slightly sprained.

"Why do I have the loon?" Dean asked his brother from across the playground.

Sam shrugged and heard Gwen's high pitched screaming, "Gwen?"

Gwen had a gash in her cheek and two scraped knees.

Sam ran over to her, "Are you alright?" Gwen shook her head with tears falling down her face.

"Those boys pushed me," Gwen cried, "And they took Ooboo." She had brought her bear with her, Reyna refused to bring hers.

"What boys?" Sam asked her, she pointed and he looked, "I'll handle this. Go play with Dean."

She followed her orders and Sam walked over to the four boys, "I think you have something I want." The boys laughed and ignored him. "Hey," Sam turned one of them around, "Give it back."

"And what are you going to do about it?" The biggest boy smiled a toothless grin, he was holding Ooboo.

Dean helped Gwen get onto the swing. There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh and then the squeaks of Reyna and Gwen's swings.

Sam walked up to Gwen with his hands behind his back, "Is this what you were looking for?" he pulled out Ooboo.

"Ooboo!" Gwen squealed as Sam handed it to her.

Sam smiled, "Now, let's go clean up that blood.

"Even back then, you hated me," Reyna smiled.

"You remember that?" Dean looked surprised.

"It was the first time a gun was pointed at me, Dean," Reyna laughed, "Of course I remember."

Cas had walked up behind all of them, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Cas," Sam replied, "We were just talking about-"

"I don't care," Cas pushed Sam and Reyna aside, "It's about Scottie."

"She's asleep," Dean's smile faded.

"You should have seen her, Dean. She kept saying things…"

"Things?" Sam asked, "What kind of 'things'?"

"Isro," Cas said, "It means 'The Promise'."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Cas?" Reyna growled.

"I don't know," he rolled his eyes, "She looked pretty beaten up. Are you sure she's alive?"

"Why wouldn't she be alive?" Reyna demanded.

"Reyna," Dean looked at her.

"No, I have the right to know!" Reyna grabbed Cas's coat, "What happened to my sister?"

"I don't know for sure," Cas looked over at Scottie, "The way she kept saying it over and over again sounded as if she were…"

"What?" Reyna's grip tightened.

"She were possessed."

They all looked over at Scottie. Dean shook her, "Earth to Scott. Come in Scottie."

Slowly but surely, she opened her eyes. She looked at everyone and screamed, "What- How- What am I doing here?"

"What happened at the church Scottie?" Cas demanded.

"Church?" Scottie looked at everyone, "What church?"

"Do you really not know?" Reyna asked her sister.

Scottie shook her head, "I laid down and now I'm here." She glared at Dean, "I swear to god if you roofied me."

"Why does everyone assume that?" Dean looked at her.

"You have that face," Scottie smiled.

"Castiel?" Scottie muttered as she opened the door of the boys' room.

Cas woke up slowly, "Scottie? What are you doing here?"

She walked over to his bed, "I just want to tell you something."

"Now?"

"Isro."

"What?"

"Isro," she moved into the light, her eyes bright. But strangely, not a yellow.

"The promise?" he thought things over.

Scottie nodded, "I have to go now, Castiel."

"But you never call me that," he stood up as she walked to the door, "Scottie, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I just need to take care of things."

Cas watched her leave the room. He sat down on his bed, but then he couldn't hear the door to her room close. Like he did the night before. He ran over to the window. Scottie was walking through the parking lot. In a daze. He quickly pulled on some shoes and followed her.

"What are you doing?" He yelled, "Scottie!"

"Isro, Castiel," She replied, "I have to do this."

"Do what?" He caught up with her, "Scottie, you're freaking me out."

"Pray," her eyes were still bright. They were her usual greenish blue tint. But just brighter, like they were glowing.

"Pray?" Cas asked, "You're making no sense."

"I have to do it, Castiel, fallen angel."

"Oh yeah, rub that one in why don't you?"

The four of them had reached the motel just minutes before John came in the door.

"Dad," Sam smiled at him, "You're home early."

"Where are they?" John looked at his sons.

"Sleeping," Dean answered, "They had a long day and…"

Dean's voice faded in John's head from the sound of his heartbeat. John opened the door to the other bedroom. He loaded his gun.

"Dad!" Dean ran in, "What are you doing?"

"Their father," John said, "He's the demon who killed your mom."

"But that doesn't mean you can shoot two girls," Sam butted in.

"They're dangerous," John pointed the gun at them.

Sam stepped in front of his father's gun, "No."

"Get out of the way, Sam."

"I said No."

Dean hesitated and followed his brother, "If you really want to shoot them, you'll have to get us too."

It was John's turn to hesitate, he lowered his gun, "If they end up killing anyone, I'm going to be the one to end it."

Scottie was curled up with the phone clutched in her hand. She had started crying now. She had just heard her mom say those horrid three words: Your father's dead. She told Reyna about it. Reyna hasn't been home in a couple of hours. She took Josh's credit cards and disappeared. Scottie hoped Reyna didn't take a trip to Wyoming.

Which of course, is exactly where she was. She had managed to find her father's bones. She kept it a secret. That she didn't know who she was. She lied to everyone. Not even Scottie knew what Reyna was capable of. She had made Josh cut open. On the inside. Just to convince him to let her go this far. To get something of her father's.

She spent weeks traveling alone. It worried Scottie. But it didn't matter to Reyna. She practiced her powers on unsuspecting strangers and she spent the rest of her time carving the bones into pendants. One for her and one for Scottie.

After almost two months, Reyna came home.

"Reyna!" Scottie ran over to her sister and hugged her tightly, "Where have you been?"

"Out," Reyna handed Scottie one of the necklaces, "I made this."

Scottie took it, "Wow," she smiled wide, "Thank you, Reyna. I love it." She put it on. And so did Reyna. Neither of them had been removed. Ever.

One day, Dean and Sam were in town. It was one of the rare nights that John and Dean were gone and Gwen was able to find them.

Also, it was Christmas, if that meant anything else.

It was the same year. Gwen went alone, she had overheard her mom on the phone with John and wrote down the address.

Gwen knocked on the motel door, Sam reluctantly answering.

In her young seven year old voice, she sang out, "We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas. We wish you a Merry Christmas. And a Happy New Year." She whistles each 's' because of her newly lost front tooth.

"Gwen?" Sam asked her from behind Dean.

She handed him a little snow globe, empty except for a little top hat, carrot, and little black beads.

Sam smiled, "Thank you, Gwen."

"it's Scottie," Gwen smiled back at him and hugged his legs, "Is Dean around?"

"He's out with our dad, sorry."

"That's alright," Scottie smiled, "Just give him this." She handed Sam a paper plate angel and then ran away.