"Sam! I thought you were in danger" turning to leave with a scowl Dean hears his brothers voice pipe up again. "Can you open it?" a guttural groan emits the elder brothers mouth as he throws his head back. "if I open it will you quit bugging me?" Nodding his head enthusiastically Sam watched his big brother stomp off out of the room, returning soon with the homes skeleton key. Using the serrated edge, the older of the two rips the wall paper while mumbling about 'Stupid little brothers'. Practically buzzing with excitement, the floppy haired youngster peers around his brother to see – a brick wall. "a brick wall!? But I don't get it." Dean stands up to leave. "They probably bricked it up when they divided the house Sammy, I wouldn't lose sleep over it." The aforementioned boy's eyebrows crease in confusion "but why would it be so small!" With a groan, the elder boy begins to walk out. "probably so they could lose annoying little brothers!" Sam plonks back onto his small behind in disappointment. "…Hey Dean! You didn't lock it!"
Fire. Fire burns above Sam as he lays in bed, blond hair turning to ash before his eyes. "Mum!" With a start, the boy wakes sitting bolt upright. As a shiver runs through his frame he looks over at the door, debating whether to wake his brother up. Deciding against the idea, young Sam instead opts to grab for his new toy, only to discover that the doll is no longer in his possession. "Sammy-doll?" he's already upset his dad today and doesn't want to wake the elder up, instead of asking his question louder Sam decides to search the house for his new little friend. Sliding off his mattress Sam feels his tiny toes curl on the cold wooden floor, before they slowly begin to pad around the house. Each creaky floorboard puts the young boy on edge, they remind him of the squeak on his closet door when the monster lived in there…" there you are!" The oddly creepy doll is peeking out from behind the sofa. The chestnut-haired boy lets out a soft 'huh' upon glancing at the little door again and seeing it's cracked open a notch. "Dean must have forgotten to lock it." Sam pulls back the door, young imagination figuring it is worth one last peak, but he is not greeted by the brick wall that was anticipated. Instead there is a colourful tunnel, littered with toys and pulsating as if it's alive. Young Sam – the Winchester he is – begins to crawl through the small space with trepidation until he reaches the end, gently pushing against the said finish a door swings open, climbing through Sammy stifles a gasp as he sees a kitchen identical to theirs in every way – excepts its warm and boy does something smell good. Padding softly further in he sees the back of his father stood facing the stove. "Daddy? What are you doing cooking?" Yet his father's gentle voice does nothing to appease the child's shock as he turns round…"Why making supper, silly!"…To reveal a pair of two black buttons, shining where his eyes should be.
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