"Now is that 'protection against evil spirits salt' or 'Oops, I spilt the popcorn' salt?" Dean Winchester said sarcastically. Sam only just rolled his eyes and caught the salt Dean chucked to him. "Think we'll catch it?" Asked Sam. "We always do." Dean said as he helped spread the salt. He lit a match. " See ya in hell, sucker." He said before throwing it in the pit with the oiled skeleton bones. A scream came from the worn down house and a forceful wind blew the two boys down. Dean landed on top of Sam and they both groaned. "Well, that couldn't have gone any better." Dean said sarcastically as he climbed off Sam and helped him up with a strong tug of the arm.

I bounced Charlie while I put the easy mac in the microwave. The doorbell rang and I answered it. "Yes?" I asked. "Yes, we're sorry to disturb you and your son but-" "He's not my son, he's my brother." I cut the one talking off. "Anyway, we're with the department of education and we were wondering on your thoughts of the old Day Care." He finished off. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching or listening. "Alright. But not out here. Come inside." I said and opened the door wider. They stepped inside and I gave them a drink with ice and sat them down on the couch.

"Well… Here's what I know. It used to be a happy place, and Charlie here used to go there when he was 3. He's 4 now." Charlie gurgled in response and pulled on my shirt. "One day after I got him out, a child was left behind, and the place burned down. They tried to fix it up but they gave up after a little girl's spirit warded them away. Now she haunts the place." I said and the microwave beeped. "Excuse me. Could you hold him for just a second?" I asked and handed him to the one named Dean. I went and mushed up the easy mac and came back in, sitting down next to Dean, feeding the food to Charlie. "It's his dinner. Mum and Dad are away on a field trip for work and Grandma has gone to do the shopping." I said as I fed Charlie, still sitting on Dean's knee. "He's a nice kid." Sam said and smiled at me. I smiled back. "Why are you asking me anyway?" I asked. "We're getting thoughts on building a new one, tearing down the old place and placing a new one on top." Dean said. "You can't!" I burst out. Charlie's bottom lip wobbled. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that…" I said and took him off Dean, bouncing him around the room.

"That place was the only Day Care close enough for Charlie to go to and I won't have him go anywhere where a spirit lies. He's my little brother and I'll do anything to protect him." I said and cuddled him close to my heart. Sam and Dean looked at one another in reminiscence. "Sorry, I should have asked this a while ago. What's your name?" Sam asked. "Annalese." I replied. "Nice name." Sam said and got up with his brother. "Thank you for your time Annalese. We'll be getting back to business then." Dean said and they left. "Strange men…" I said and looked at Charlie, eyes gleaming with innocence.

"I did some research. The woman who's child was left behind was found in the parking lot, in her car, DEAD. No signs of struggle or suicide. I told you this was up our alley." Sam said handing Dean the papers. "Yeah well, Dad didn't send us here, so I'm going chasing after some spooky lady and her whacked up kid." He said, taking the papers and scanning them over. "The other side of the story was that the woman didn't want the child anymore, so she locked the place and set it on fire before she got in her car, locked the doors and let herself starve to death. Now the little girl haunts the place, hoping her mother's spirit will come back." Sam says, opening the boot of their black Mustang. He pulled out a hand held shot gun, loaded it with silver bullets and cocked it. He closed the boot as Dean pulled out his own, cocking it as well. "One nasty son of a bitch." He said before they walked off.

With the case solved just days later, they packed up and hit the road again. "Hey Dean, your 28th birthday is coming up soon, isn't it?" Sam asked as Dean groaned. "Don't remind me." He said, eyes still glued to the road. Sam laughed, finding this a good chance to poke some fun. "Look! You're already getting crow's feet at the corners of your eyes!" Sam joked. Dean's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "And you're gonna have a goose neck!" Sam continued. "I'm warning you Sammy, one more joke and I'm leaving you on the side of the road to walk." Dean said through gritted teeth. This encouraged Sam to go even further and he grinned. He pointed to Dean's hairline, squinted his eyes and leaned in. "Is that a grey hair?" Sam asked. All of a sudden, Sam was jerked forward as the car pulled over to the side of the abandoned road. Dean got out of the car and over to Sam's side. In a flash he opened the door, had Sam's seatbelt undone and chucked him out of the car. He walked to the boot. "Come on Dean, take a jo-" Sam didn't finish as his bag hit his chest. "Dean." Sam said. He dropped his bag in time to catch his laptop. Dean didn't respond as he walked to the driver's side. Sam just got his handle on the door as it locked. Dean climbed in and put the keys in the ignition, turning the car into drive then speeding off down the road, leaving Sam in a cloud of dust. As the cloud settled, Sam saw the rear end of the car going down the road, getting smaller and smaller until it vanished completely. He sighed, picking up his stuff and began on the long walk on the stretch of road ahead of him.

Sam's hair clung to his forehead with sweat. He had stripped off his brown leather coat, button up satin shirt, and now walked along the road shirtless, his jeans sticking to his legs. His head flopped back as he looked at the blue, cloudless sky. He swung his vision back to in front of him when in the distance a small gas station with a restaurant came in view. In one of the parking lots was the black mustang.

Sam threw his stuff in the boot and put his shirt back on. He opened the door to the restaurant and cool air welcomed him. He sat down in the booth, across from Dean, stuffing his face with hotdogs. His chilled beer came but he didn't have time to say thank you as Sam grabbed the glass and downed the whole thing. "For that, you can pay." Dean said, waving his hand for the waitress to bring the check. She dropped the $50 fine on the table. "My friend here will be paying." He said and gave a smirk, getting up and going outside to the car. Sam slammed a 50 on the table and quickly followed him. "Wait here, I'm gonna pay for the gas." Dean said and walked off. Sam sat in the car. He was so thirsty. He found a blue bottle under Dean's chair, labelled 'Water Of Youth.' Sam chuckled. Dean must have bought it when he found out his birthday was coming up.

Sam came up with a marvellous plan. Dean came back and opened the door. "Hold on, I'm gonna go get us some water." He said, jogging up to the small shop. He bought two bottles, opened one and drank a quarter of the bottle and unscrewed the cap of the youth water. He poured it in the bottle he had just drank from until it was filled as much as the other bottle. "This won't hurt a bit." Sam said, putting the lid back on them both. He slid into his seat and handed Dean the mixed drink. They both drank in quickly in 15 minutes and stopped to go to the bathroom. "Mind if I drive for a little bit? You look tired." Sam said and Dean only gave a nod as they swapped sides.

After a few hours they pulled up at a nice motel in a small town. "Dean." Sam nudged his brother as he got out of the car. No response or movement. Sam walked to the other side and opened the door. Sam cracked up laughing and woke Dean. "What are you laughing at?" Dean asked. His voice cracked and sounded a little more high pitched than his normal voice. "What the?" Dean said as he stood up. His clothes were at least 4 sizes too big for him and Sam was now two heads taller. "You put the water of youth in my drink, didn't you?" Dean asked. Sam just laughed more, "You're gonna pay. Big time." He said as they got their trunks and walked in to admittance.