Authoress's Note: AHAHA. Another update! I'M ON FIYAH. Not really it's just because I've been on a supernatural and an OUAT binge lately, so yea they're both in here. You'll see that there are parts of this basically stolen from Supernatural Season 1, which is all good and dandy because as much as I wish I owned it, I don't. (Tis be my disclaimer). As always thoughts and things of the like are in italics, though there is a flashback sequence in here done in bold italics, like that and told from first person from the reader, just a heads up. Enjoy the read~

The two brothers were in their motel room. They decided on carry out from the same diner at yesterday, since they got back at around four in the morning, they both slept till twelve. Dean swore to himself mentally, poking at his apple pie with a fork. He could still remember you swiping the whipped cream off his plate yesterday; it had just been a day... Yet that day made the difference between you being here and being gone. 

"Dean, you've gotta stop beating yourself up." Sam looked up from his little notepad, where he continued to draw the image of a tree he knew all too well. 

"I'm not," Dean denied, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest. 

"Then why haven't you touched your pie?"

"We're not doing this Dr. Phil shit. No way in hell."

"She can take care of herself Dean. We've just got to worry about getting her bac-" Sam winced, cutting off mid sentence.  

"Sam?" Dean watched as Sam clutched at his head, wincing in pain. "Sammy!?" Dean yelled. 

In the darkness a single lamp illuminated the dark room. Boxes were spread throughout the room, some open and some closed. A blond woman sat among the boxes wearing a gray tank top. She ignored the boxes around her, staring at a rectangular frame in front of her. Within the frame was a wedding photograph, a man in a tuxedo and his lovely bride in a classic white dress. They couldn't be happier on their wedding day. 

‘We were so happy back then, weren’t we? ’ The woman thought wistfully. If she could, she would love to go back to those days, while they were happy, but photographs are just moments in the past. She had to focus on the now and the future.

"Mommy?" 

She glanced up quickly, putting a smile on her face as she caught sight of her precious baby girl. "Hey sweetie, why aren't you in bed?"

"There's something in my closet." 

The mother took her child’s hand as they walked together up to the girl’s room. The girl sat down on her pink sheeted bed, frowning as she watched her mom open the closet door. More boxes were in the closet, filled with clothes and other possessions of the little girl. The woman flicked a light on and moved deeper into the closet, doing a thorough search if just to put her daughter as ease.

"See? There's nothing there," the mother reassured as she closed the double closet doors behind her. She walked over to her daughter, who bounced back on her small bed, pulling the sheets up.

"I don't like this house,” the daughter murmured, frowning as she glanced behind her mother at those white doors.

"You're just not used to it yet.” The blond mother pulled the blankets up further, tucking her daughter in, “But you, and your brother and me are going to be very, very happy here. I promise." She kissed her forehead. "I love you." She pulled at the light string, so now the only illumination was coming from the hallway.  She turned to leave, there was still more unpacking to be done. 

"The chair,” the girl pointed at a chair in the corner just as her mom was about to pass it. 

"Okay... the chair, just to be safe.” Still humoring her child, she set the chair in front of the closet doors, to help restrain anything that might leap out in the middle of the night. 

The woman was back to unpacking again. This time the photograph frame had been put upside down and out of her view. She could hear distinct rattling and tapping. 

"Please god, don't let it be rats." She grabbed a flashlight and made her way to the basement. Inside the dark basement she looked around for a light switch among all the clutter. Once she had found one she pulled on it, and yet nothing. No lights, nothing. “Great,” she murmured to herself.

The girl upstairs in her bed jumped up in her bed while she heard rattling. She instantly looked at her closet, which shuddered. The chair slid away from the closet door, she was frozen, and swallowed back her scream.

Downstairs in the basement the woman ran into this and that as she looked around. There were some things hanging from the ceiling, just baskets and things like that which weren’t secured to anything that she could see. She pointed her flashlight at a trunk. Curiosity got the best of her, and she moved towards the trunk. She leaned down, wiping the dust off the trunk before she opened it. She smiled as she found some old photographs; they must have been the past inhabitants. 

The girl shuddered in fear as indistinct whispering started coming from the door. The doors were slowly sliding open. 

The woman flipped through the photos, feeling like an intruder and yet still curious of the past residents. They all seemed so happy... She could only hope that the same would be said for her family. She smiled as she looked at a picture that had been taken in the front yard. The entire family was shown, two young boys, and then the happy couple. On the back of the faded and time worn photo were the words 'The Winchesters: John, Mary, Dean, and Little Sammy’.

The closet doors creaked open completely. The girl held her breath. The whispers were louder now as a flicker of red caught her eye. No, not red, but fire. The fiery figure crept closer towards the girl, and the girl clenched her blankets to herself, letting out a shriek that would wake the dead.

The same blonde woman from earlier was at a window, screaming as she pounded against the glass.

Sam's eyes flew open. Dean jumped from his younger brother’s sudden motion.

"Dean we've got to go."

"Whoa, whoa whoa," Dean scoffed, "where did that come from?" 

"This is gonna sound crazy... But... I had a vision. The people, the ones who live in our old house, I think they might be in danger."

"So is (Name)." Dean crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Dean, innocent people could get hurt." 

"(Name) is out God knows where alone, and you want us to go home to Kansas? What? For old time’s sake?" Dean was staring at Sam like he was insane. 

"I had a nightmare last night Dean. I tried to ignore it, but it keeps coming back! It's got to mean something!" Sam clutched at his forehead, which was still pounding.

"It's a nightmare Sammy, they're going to freak you out. You've had them for awhile now."

"That's what you said last time! You and (Name) both! Now where is she?" Sam stopped yelling and let out a deep sigh. "Look Dean, I dreamt about Jessica's death days before it happened." 

Dean blinked, but he had no other reaction asides from that. "Some people have weird dreams, man, I'm sure it's just a coincidence."

 "No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, I didn't do anything about it because I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, about some woman inside screaming for help I mean, it's where it all started man it has to mean something right?" Sam asked, hoping that Dean would agree with him and they could get to the bottom of this.

"I don't know…” Dean collapsed onto the bed. 

"What do you mean Dean? This woman might be in danger.” The wheels in Sam’s head were turning, “This might be the thing that killed mom and Jessica." 

"Alright just slow down wouldja?" Dean stood up abruptly, storming to the other side of the room in frustration. "I mean first you're telling me that you've got the shining and then you're telling me that I have to go home? ... Especially when..."

"When what?" 

"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there, when (Name) is missing and alone?" 

"Look, Dean,” Sam hated seeing his brother so vulnerable, “we have to check this out. Just to make sure." 

"I know we do... But still..."

"Dean, please, (Name) would want us to check this out,” Sam begged.  

"I don't like this at all. Let's get this done with, and then we’re finding (Name), you hear me?”

(Name)... Just hold on. We'll find you before you know it. Dean swore. 

~~~~

"So a one-on-one, fight only, alright?" You asked, staring hesitantly at Pan. You already noticed how fluidly he moved. Unlike when you fought with Sam and Dean this would be a fight of speed on speed, not strength on speed. 

"Only one rule," he said. "No cheating. Cheaters never win." 

"No problem. When do we declare winner?" 

"Whoever's unable to continue fighting first loses." 

"Ready?" 

"Are you?" 

"Let's go.” Without any further conversation, you lunged at the boy, who caught your punch with his fist. 

"Pretty fast," He leaned towards you, whispering, you shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your ear "but I'm faster.”

"Don't let your guard down." You headbutted him, and broke his hold on your hand. You swung the same fist he caught around and clocked him with a hook to the jaw. "Jesus you have a hard head." You muttered, clutching your throbbing forehead. You could have much painlessly just kneed him in the privates or such, but you were going to try to play fair at least, as long as he played fair too. 

"I could say the same for you." He appeared behind you suddenly, and you barely had time to question 'what the hell' mentally before you were fending off his next attack. He really was fast, you'd give him that. Blocking his swing with your own forearm, you could hear the chants around you for “Pan”. You saw his other arm flying towards you, and you blocked with your other forearm. His foot swept under yours while you were blocking him. You fell back onto the hard ground with a thump. You swung your feet around as well, tripping him in the same way that he tripped you. You could have easily straddled him, but you were still apprehensive about actually knocking him out like this. You stood back up, hands at a ready position. 

"Stop holding back!" Pan ordered, he pulled a dagger from seemingly nowhere, and you swore. As he lunged, you stepped back, and back. You barely managed to dodge a slash to your side, but you were able to throw Pan off with a well aimed kick to his side. You dropped back and picked up the spear from earlier. Twirling it in your arm, you used the staff of the spear to block his attacks. 

"What'd I say about holding back?!" 

Just knock him unconscious, just knock him unconscious... 

"But, but I don't want to hurt Dean!" I shook my head. John was supposed to give us special training today. Turns out he just wanted me and Dean to fight, actually fight like our lives were on the line. But… John’s been acting a little off since he got attacked on a hunt this morning. I might just be imagining it though… 

"I can't attack (Name) like that, not just because she's a girl either!" 

"Both of you care about each other. Which is good. But this is just training; you guys have done it before." 

"Never with knives, and never trying to actually hurt each other..." I muttered. I felt uncomfortable just holding the knife.

"Look. What happens when you come into contact with a shapeshifter? What if it takes either of your appearances? Can you really afford to hesitate in situations like that? This is a controlled situation, and I’ll stop you when things are getting too heated up. If you two don't learn how to fight seriously when practicing with each other you'll never be able to fight everything out there," John was one hell of a teacher; he was like a freakin’ drill sergeant. 

"I can take care of those things seriously!" I protested. 

"(Name)... He's right,” Dean admitted as he stared into his father’s unwavering eyes. 

"Dean... I- I still don't want to." I shook my head, I would rather lose, without a fight than just attack him like that. 

"Don't hold back (Name)! It'll be ok!" Dean ran at me, baring his knife. I couldn't even unsheathe my knife. 

"No! No! No! No!" I shook my head while dodging his attacks. I would keep on defense. It wasn't right, it wasn't right to fight Dean like this. 'He's open when he goes for a lunge, he's fast but I'm faster, it would be too easy to hit that pressure point and then pin him. No! Stop it, stop it, do NOT fight Dean, no matter what John says!' 

"(Name)! Fight!" John yelled. 

"No way!" I shook my head while I continued to block of Dean's attacks.  

"Dean, you stop taking it easy then!"  

"Da-"

"NO BUTS. You two will have to learn this sooner or later and the sooner the better!"  

"Don't hold back!" 

You opened your eyes, seeing a flash of a younger Dean in front of you with a knife. "Don't hold back!" 

You dodged as a dagger, not a knife, nearly impaled you. Those were not Dean's familiar green eyes glaring at you. You shook your head, the image of a younger Dean being replaced by the strange brunette with the impish face who claimed to be Peter Pan. If you didn’t start taking this seriously, you might actually lose to this kid. 

I let out a cry as the knife slashed my arm, definitely drawing blood. Dean stopped.

"Now are you going to fight?" He asked, I could tell that he didn’t want to do this either. But Dean was a soldier. He didn’t have the luxury of ignoring orders. He would follow them to the tee. That feeling I had earlier of something being wrong? Well it just tripled as I met John’s eyes. 

"I don't want to..." I murmured. "Why are you so insistent on this anyways?" I asked John accusingly, turning with the best glare that I could.

Dean seemed to pick up on my feelings and suspicions right away. "It's true we need to work on it. I get it, but why are you insisting on pushing her when I already drew blood? This would be when you called us off normally." 

"It's to teach you two a lesson." 

"Right. Hey dad, is your injury feeling any better?" 

"I told you that it was this morning."

"Where's my dad you filthy bastard?" Dean pointed the knife steadily at the man in front of him. 

"I'm right here Dean. What are you talking about?"  

"You're not my dad. You're a shapeshifter,” Dean accused, his voice unwavering. 

"If you're so sure then attack me. Where's your proof Dean, think about this, don't be reckless." 

"Where’s that wound you got on your neck this morning then…?” I whispered, still too hesitant to raise my weapon in case I was wrong. "It would be impossible for something like that to already have healed." 

"Don't hold back (Name)! He's going to hurt you." Dean yelled, just as the shapeshifter laughed.

“Guess you brats are hunters after all.” He said, before he took off into the woods. 

You sidestepped Pan's next attack. You caught his arm at the elbow, using his own momentum to your advantage as you threw him onto the ground. You took your chance this time to straddle him, putting the knife to his throat. 

"Nice" he grinned, just like that time when you had him pinned to the tree. "But you're still holding back!" He threw you off, before rising to his feet, hovering slightly above the ground. He flew back away from you. "What? You never said anything about flying~" 

"... Nice girl time is over." You sighed, still hating the idea of fighting a kid. You pushed that thought asides, reminding yourself that you were doing this so that you could head back to Dean and Sam, and for all the children that this kid has taken from their families and homes.

“Split up! And remember (Name), take it down! No matter what form that monster takes,” Dean warned. He threw me a silver loaded pistol. I snatched it out of the air. 

“Wait, what if it looks like me? Or you? Or Sam? Or John?” I still wasn’t sure if I could stab it if it took on John’s form, he was like my father; Sam’s form, because then it’d still look like poor innocent Sam; or Dean’s form, hell he was my closest friend in all this madness.

“Make sure it’s not us, and then get rid of it (Name), it’s going to count on the fact that you can’t kill us if it goes after you. It’s a monster like anything else we’ve killed,” Dean said. “Good luck (Name).” 

“… Right.” Did that mean Dean wouldn’t hesitate to kill it if it looked like me or Sam? Man I really hate shapeshifters.

He moved faster than before now. With every hit you could land on him, he could get three or four hits on you. He literally was flying circles around your head now. You needed to catch your breath, while he barely looked tired, even with all the flying around he had done. Your head throbbed after listening to all the chanting of the children around you. Your adrenaline was rushing, and you were partially worried that you'd do something reckless. 

"Giving up yet?" 

"If there's anything I've learned from working with the Winchesters, it's that you can always make a last minute comeback!" You swung your spear hard as he floated in range, disarming him. You planted a kick to his chest, smirking triumphantly as he flew backwards. You threw the spear out of reach and used this time to run and grab the knife you’d dropped earlier, pulling it out of the sheath. Pan used this time to fly over and grab his dagger. The two of you ran at each other, weapons ready. The knife collided with his dagger, sparks flying as metal met metal.  

I could hear rustling from the bushes. I pointed my gun at the figure, without hesitation. 

“Whoa, whoa, relax (Name), it’s just me.”

“Sam? Is that you?” I asked, as the tall boy popped out from the brush. His brown hair was slightly messy, like he’d run into a few branches on the way here… Silly moose. 

“Yea, what’s this I hear about a shapeshifter?” Sam asked. He raised a brow at me. 

“It’s a tricky bitch. It looked like your father last time I saw it.” I tried to say casually, though my heart was racing. This just didn’t feel right. 

“So, what’s the plan?” 

“Catch it, kill it, the usual.” I may have sounded confident, but I was anything but. There was something about the way ‘Sam’ was looking at me that was setting me on edge. It was something I just knew in the pit of my stomach. 

Don’t think about it, just act.

You pushed Pan back with a well timed palm to his chest. You pulled your arm back and sent the knife flying in one fluid motion. 

Before it could catch onto my plans, I plunged my silver knife deep into its chest, hearing it hiss as its eyes flashed.

"Trying to end this once and for all?" Pan smirked, holding the knife by the handle, while the blade was an inch away from piercing his chest. "Nice try." 

I wasn't even aiming... It just, happened. 

“(Name) how did you know that it wasn’t Sammy?” Dean asked as he found where I was. 

“I kinda just felt it, in the pit of my stomach.” I didn’t want to look at the dead body; it still looked like Sam was laying there, dead. 

“How could you actually stab it through the heart though? You couldn’t even fight me earlier.” 

“It just happened.”

“Shit!” You fell to your knees, feeling warm blood rush out of the wound when you yanked the knife out. It was like you were submerged in water. The loud cheering from earlier sounded muting, though there was still a furious pulsing inside you. 

Damn... He really is fast. You hadn’t even blinked before he sent the knife back at you. It had pierced your side. You tried to stand, but you were too dizzy from blood loss. You were losing a lot, and fast. "Looks like I win, lassie." Pan’s breath against your ear was the last thing you were aware of.

For the second time in two days, the darkness embraced you.