Oklahoma 1984,

Deep in the woods in Oklahoma laid a shack with a little boy who was terrified for his life. The little boy was shackled to the wall. The only bedding the little boy had been a thin pillow and blanket. His shackles made it to were he had to sleep on the dirty floor which aggravated his asthma. Luckily the demon left him with a paper bag, but Dean was force to think of old tricks his parents used when for whatever reason they weren't able to get to his inhaler. After tried the bag it didn't work. Dean was starting to becoming and breathing heavily. The way his parent handle the lack of inhaler was they would put Dean's back up against their chest and force them to breathe the patterns as his and that usually got to breathing again, but his parents weren't here so Dean was force to suffocate.

Dean soon passed out from lack of air. Suddenly something was speaking to him, "Wake up baby." He recognize the voice but everything was so foggy he couldn't tell.

"Remember sweet boy breath with me." It was a girl's voice, but why did it sound so angelic and where has he heard it from before.

"Breath baby follow me."

Dean started breathing again like normal, "I love you." The voice said before a gently gust of wind hit the boys face, "Mommy?" Dean said slowly waking up. He felt her, could briefly smell her scent, but she wasn't there.

Dean slump to the floor and curled up into a little ball. All he wanted was his family, but he knew he couldn't have that his family was dead. All of them, and even if they were alive they must have hated him because it had been almost a year since he went missing. He couldn't understand why the hadn't found him yet... his daddy promise and his dad never breaks promises until now that is. Tiny tears fled from Dean as he started singing the song his mommy always sang to him when he was hurting or sick, "Hey Jude don't make it bad just sing a sad song..."

Dean stopped when the door slammed open to the cabin, in walked a big man with yellow-eyes and a crocked smile.

"Singing that song again. Sweet boy when are you going to realize your family hates you and singing that will only bring back the pain?" He laughed evilly as he picked up Dean by the shackle, "You wanna see want Sammy learn today?" For the past couple of months The demon has been able to show dean images of happy family moments... what Dean didn't know is that those moments where actually few and far between, and his family had done nothing but dedicate their lives to finding him.

"So is today the Deanie boy, the day I get to put you out of mine and your misery." The demon smiled pulling out a long dagger. He drop the boy to the ground, and aimed the knife right for his side. As he was less than inch from the striking the boy a big bright light pushed the demon into the wall. The light glowed around the boy protecting him as demon adjusted himself in fury, "Damn it..."

"Well little Dean either you have powers or something is protecting you, but I will kill you and do everyone in hell a favor." The demon gave Dean a sinister grin.

"Why?" Dean mustered up the courage to ask and the demon gave him a surprise look, "Why what?"

"Why do you want to kill me?" Dean croaked the demon rolled his eyes before answering, "Oh Dean I don't think you know how powerful you are. That daddy of yours was to treat you like a soldier and make you raise that brother of yours. apparently I didn't think you were threat , but turns out your going to do a lot of damage for not only me, but a lot of people down below. I happily decided to take it upon myself of getting rid of you before you become that threat I ignore. First though we have to figure why I can't kill you. So I am going to do some digging and hopefully when I get back they can have 'fun' with you in hell." The demon smiled before turning towards the door and leaving.

November 1984,

The little boy who was shackled to the floor was completely broken. The demon had beaten him senseless trying to kill him, but failed every time. The demon decided the way to break the little boy away whatever was protecting him was to take away everything the boy remember. He told the boy his name was pest. At first the boy disagreed, but the demon got mad and would savagely beat the boy. Then he started to slowly forget his real name and accepted the name pest. Then the demon worked on making him forget his family, dean tried to rebel on that, but one shattered kneecap and the little five-year old forced himself to forget everything about his family and himself.

Now the boy just laid on the floor with a blank expression. The demon came into the cabin with another person, "Okay these he is?" The demon pointed out. "Now you told me he is going to kill me. So I stole the little rat and for whatever reason I can't kill him." The person looked perplexed. "Watch." The demon took a gun out and shot it at the boy. To be excepted a big glowing light barricaded the boy from the bullet.

"interesting..." The psychic said going over to the little boy.

He touched the boy's head and gently petted, "Oh Azazel your going to have trouble with this one."

The yellow eye demon rolled his eyes, "Why do you think I'm trying to kill?"

The man got up and shook his head back and forth, "He is going to kill you."

Azazel growled in annoyance, "I know, but I though you said if I separated him from his family I could kill him."

The man looked at Azazel with blinding bright blues and spoke soullessly, "He will kill you either way with or without his family. It's what ever is protecting him you need to separate him from."

Azazel was about to break the psychic's neck because he was so frustrated, "I tried to break down everything that boy had. I mean I took him from his family, I took his name, and his fucking memories. Yet the kid won't die, hell I even stop feed him a month ago. A month ago and the kid is still alive, how that even possible?"

"You tried killing him, but I think you should leave and find what's protecting him and how." The man pointed out. "You can't tell me?" Azazel asked.

"No I can't whatever this thing is won't come up in my vision for some reason your going to have to find it on your own." The man explained.

Azazel walked over to the little boy, "I will find out who is protecting you and when I do I'm sending you both to hell." He said has he gave the boy one swift kick right into the boys midsection. "See you later pest." Azazel winked at him. When the boy heard the cabin door slam he curled up trying to make his aching midsection feel better.

Azazel thought he took everything from him, but one there was thing the boy had left faith. The boy closed his eyes and cried quietly to myself, "Please God take of my family whether there with you in heaven or down here on earth help them. As for me please help me I don't want to be here anymore. I love God amen." The little boy finished the pray and soon passed out from pain.

December Oklahoma 1984,

"Hey Roscoe I'm gonna check the house and making sure the coast is clear." Charlie said walking up to the front door of the cabin.

"okay I got your back." Roscoe reassured.

Charlie open the door, and went as a pale as a ghost, "My God." He couldn't stomach what he saw. In front of him was a little boy who looked like he was cover in dirt and block shackled to a wall in the cabin.

"Charlie what is it?" Roscoe asked pushing Charlie out-of-the-way to get a good look.

"Shit." His heart plummeted to his, but when he saw the abuse child.

Charlie and Roscoe stared in shock unable to move because of the questions running through their heads.

"who did this?"

"why and how could anybody do this?"

"What did this?"

"Where is his family?"

and the question that for the most important to them was, "Who is he?"