"Open up buttheads!" A voice booms from the other side of the motel room.

Dean looked up from his magazine and locked eyes with Sam, who had been drawing on the floor.

"Caleb," Dean muttered drawing in a breath he jumped off the chair to let the other hunter in, "question? What's-

"April 12th 1954. 11-2-83. Your middle name is Scott," Caleb rattled off, "now where's the damn beer?"

Caleb walked past Dean and into the kitchen. Dean couldn't help but the anger boiled, his Dad would never dare call a babysitter if it had been Matt.

"Hi Caleb!" Sam called out.

"Hi midget!" Caleb sat at the small table kicking his feet up.

"Dad sent us a babysitter?" Dean demanded.

Caleb violently shook his head, "what did I tell you and your midget siblings about calling me a babysitter? I'm a child watcher by force. And to answer your question dear old Johnny didn't send me, it was the worries of Pastor Jim. I swear we have got to get that guy a dog or something, all he does is worry."

SPNSPN

"You came back," Noah smiled brightly upon seeing Tom, "I knew you would."

Tom smiled, arguing amongst himself it was against the rules, but if this kid was going to die wouldn't it make her last few days okay?

"Hi Noah, any good stories to tell?"

Noah's eyes lit up, "you wanna hear my stories?"

"I would love to hear your stories."

SPNSPN

"Says here they like to feed on children." Bobby Singer was muttering over the phone to an exhausted and severely equally angered and worried John.

"Well that's fucking great Bobby, I know it likes children it just feed off my own for god's sake!"

"Cool your jets, Winchester. God knows your blood pressure doesn't need to be any higher than it is now."

John bit his lip, pacing slightly and hitting the top of his car, "will killing this thing save Noah?"

Bobby didn't answer at first, the hesitation did not bode well with the Patriarch of the Winchesters, "yes."

John hit end to the phone with such force it was amazing the flimsy phone did not become crushed in his hands. He banged his hand onto the car. He couldn't lose Noah, he just can't.

"Dad?" Matt calls out, clutching a map, "I think I've got something."

Matt carefully laid out the map, in the middle of the circle was a hospital with four dots surrounding it. The dots were spread out from each other.

"How does this help?"

Matt frowned before taking the pen and drawing, it turned out to be a half-full pentagram, "his next target should be here, least I think unless of course this is total coincidence and it's completely off-

"Matthew nothing in this life is ever coincidence. We've got to find a way to narrow down these house." Then a light bulb went on in John's head, "we'll go to the area ask from door to door saying we just moved in and if they have children."

Matt didn't bother to point out how that could not work out, he didn't want to make his father more angry. And maybe they'd find it and save Noah, that's all what really mattered anyways.

A/N: short but cute. Hope you enjoy.