Authoress's Note: I DON'T KNOW WHY I KEEP UPDATING THIS/ BLAME MY FEELS. Seriuosly though ahah, pity on anyone waiting for my KH/FF updates, but hey now who doesn't need some Supernatural and Neverland OUAT in their life? Yea like always I don't own the SPN Parts and frankly I don't care anymore if I got one little detail of the convos wrong like he said she said, the gist of things is there aha/ I still don't own it. Now the big question is, what do you guys think Hookie has been up to so far? Whatever, I'll introduce that sexy pirate eventually. That song in the side is literally Pan word for word, and yes I will fangirl over other characters eventually/ it kinda applies to Supernatural too now that I think about it. Either way that was my inspiration so why the heck not. OH BY THE WAY GUYS MOOSIE IS NOW A LOVE INTEREST! He's too cute for his own good. Especially in season one. I'm gonna shut up now. ENJOY! 

Mocking faces, boys all around dressed like they spent their entire lives in the woods. A shapeshifter? I couldn't tell. At first it was a sixteen year old boy, who frowned as he charged at me. His green eyes were remorseful, but he didn't drop the knife regardlessly. There was something in the shadows, silver eyes flashing as it watched the battle. 

"Shit!" I dodged a swipe to the side, but took part of the hit in the arm. "Wait! Stop!" The figure continued walking towards you, egged on by harsh and eerie whispers of the shadowy figure in the background. "No! Dean! Stop!"  My words went unheard. Dean just kept walking, and walking, and there was something burning in those green eyes that I couldn't place. In front of me, Dean seemed to dematerialize, fading like an illusion in the light as it was claimed by the shadows. I stepped back, glancing towards the tree where the shadow once stood, realizing that it had disappeared suddenly. I twirled the knife in my hand, trying to calm my nerves with the familiar motion. I could still feel it here, somewhere, watching me from its vantage point. 

"(Name) is everything ok?" Sam appeared from nowhere, grabbing my arm from behind. A cold shiver swept through every cell of my body at the look in his eyes. 

"You're not Sam." I snatched my arm back and pointed the knife at it. 

'Sam' floated around the air, smirking as he looked at me. "Of course I'm-"

STOP HOLDING BACK!

"You're. Not. SAM!" Closing my eyes, I let instinct guide the knife out of my hand and into the fake Sam's chest. 

"Sam?" I asked, opening my eyes after I heard the hissing subside. 

"Nice try." 

Warmth seeped from my stomach, and a chill slowly crept over my body. I clamped a hand over my side, right above my hip. I pulled my hand away from the wound. The sound of the knife clattering to the ground was blocked by the storm in my chest. The corners of my vision blurred as I fell to my knees, focusing on keeping my heart beating. Wait? I shouldn't focus on that should I? Shouldn't it go on its own? 

BADUMBADUMBADUMBADUMBADUM

I feel so dizzy...

BaDumBaDumBaDum

So cold... 

Ba-Dum-Ba-Dum

Am I dead? 

ba

dum 

It's so dark... 

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock 

Tick-Tock 

Tick Tock

Is that..?

Tick

A clock? 

Tock

"Looks like I win, lassie." 

You sat up like you'd just gotten electrocuted, panting and breathing as if you just finished a marathon. Your entire body felt beyond warm, and you shook your head, letting out a deep sigh to remind yourself it was just a dream. 

"What a hell of a dream..." You murmured. You went to pull down your shirt that had ridden up sometime during the night. You froze on some white bandages, wrapped around your waist. From what you could tell they were clean, untouched by blood, and whoever did it must have been thorough. You peeled the bandages off, seeing as the wound was healed completely, and it didn't even hurt to move around. 

The images of your dream were back, but you realized that they held some truth to them. 

Right. I was actually stabbed in the side. 

"Morning sunshine!" Pan swept into the room, looking awfully cheerful as he did so. You still wanted to punch the little snot in the face. "Nasty little wound you got, thankfully not fatal." 

"Nice to know." You rolled your eyes, sitting up in the bed. Yea, it's really nice, considering you were the asshat who stabbed me. 

"You sure that you can move around already?" 

"Oh is that concern I hear? I'll be fine, kid." You stood up. 

"I think you're going to have to stop calling me that, (Name)-dear." Pan's eyes glimmered with mischief. 

"Oh yea? And why is that?" You challenged, not liking the fact that he added 'dear' to the end of your name. 

"Well technically, we look the same age."

You jabbed your finger at his chest, wondering how he thought you would take this bullshit. "Have you been using too much fairy dus-" you realized that your voice sounded different than yesterday. You shut your mouth, and used the hand that wasn't jabbed into Pan's chest to feel your cheek. You blinked a few times, feeling your stomach lurch in an uncomfortable way. You took another look at Pan's smug face, that completely read 'I told you so', before all the alarms in your system started going off. You ran to the window that you stared out yesterday. You stared at the window, watching your reflection's jaw drop. The face staring back at you, was not the same face from yesterday. It was the same face you would see in old photographs. "WHAT THE HELL?!" You took a deep breath. Calm down (Name), calm down this has to just be a dream, a really bad dream because of your injury. You relaxed a second, looking down at your palm before looking back up at your reflection. You sighed, closing your eyes, and then 

THWACK 

"SHIT SHIT NOT A DREAM NOT A DREAM!" You yelled, feeling a stinging pain erupt in both your cheek and palm. 

A light laugh stopped you from full out panicking. "I was wondering how you would react." 

"How did it happen?" You'd dealed with magic before, but never anything that made you younger like this, was it Neverland's magic? You rubbed your now sore cheek, noting that at the very least you could probably slap the shit out of anyone. 

"I'm not sure how myself, but when your shadow parted with you, you suddenly grew younger." Pan shrugged. "You're an interesting girl (Name). I'm going to have to keep an eye on you." 

"Creep. So I take care of your monster problem and I'm home free right? And then I can go back to normal again?" Oh god your voice. If you weren't sure that Dean would've made fun of you before, NOW you were positively sure that after he finished threatening Pan for kidnapping you- he'd be making fun of you for years to come. 

"Of course, having your shadow is just having some extra incentive on you to make sure you don't try to leave out of nowhere." Pan smiled, but you had a feeling that there was more to this. You didn't bother questioning him though, you still weren't over the fact that you were in freakin' Neverland, because freakin' Peter Pan abducted you, and that you didn't have a freakin' shadow because he won it in a fight. 

"Alright. Let's get this over and done with then. What am I dealing with?" You asked, shifting into business mode. 

"So you're not going to rest at all?" 

"I would prefer not being an adolescent any longer and getting back to my friends as soon as possible," you said. "Besides the quicker this monster is gone the better, right?" 

"Are they really worth it? These friends of yours. Can you even be sure that they're looking for you now?" 

"Oh they definitely are. But I'm betting that they have no idea how to find this place. Like I said though, the Winchester brothers are the ones who put Last Minute Comeback into Last Minute Comeback. They'll get here eventually, if I don't get out first." You smiled at the thought. 

"Confident aren't you?" Pan walked past you, stopping right besides you and glancing at you with his signature smirk. "They always are at first." 

~~~~~~

The Impala pulled into their hometown. Dean's hands were clenched around the wheel tightly. 

"You gonna be alright man?" Sam asked. 

Dean pursed his lips as he stared at the old house, but he didn’t answer.

Sam opened his door first, Dean following, albeit reluctantly.

"Yes?" The blond woman appeared, sporting a red hoodie.  

"Sorry to bother you, ma'am but we're with the federal-"

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean,” Sam blurted. 

Dean shot Sam the 'what the hell are you doing’ face.

Sam gave a sheepish smile. "Umm, we used to live here. Y'know we were just driving by and we were wondering if we could come by and see the old place." 

"That is so funny, I-I think I found some of your old photos the other night." 

"You did?" Dean deadpanned. 

""Okay, come on in." 

Dean followed the woman hesitantly in, looking around at all the changed.

"Juice, juice, juice, juice." 

"That's Richie, he's kinda a juice junkie." The woman went to the fridge to get her bouncing toddler a juice bottle. "But hey, at least he won't get scurvy. Sari, this is Sam and Dean, they used to live here." The woman said as she leaned over her younger child, pointing at the two men. 

"Hi" The small girl said, looking up from her color for a second.

"Hey Sari." Sam said.

"So you just moved in?" Dean asked.

"Yea from Witchita." 

"You have family here or?" 

"No, I just, um needed a fresh start that's all. So new town new job I mean as soon as I find one. New house."

"So how are you liking it so far?"

"Well all due respect to your childhood home, I mean I'm sure you have lots of happy memories here." Dean forced a smile at her statement. The only good memories he had seemed to be getting out of that house, and those were few and in between. "This place has it's issues." 

Oh you can say that again. Dean thought.  

"What do you mean?"

"well it's just getting old like the wiring. We've got flickering lights almost hourly."

"Well that's too bad, what else" Dean asked, now THIS sounded more like what they came here to do. 

"Umm, the sink's backed up. There's rats in the basement." The woman looked up at the two boys who didn’t speak and sighed "I'm sorry I don't mean to complain."

"No. Have you seen the rats or have you heard the scratching?"

"Just the scratching actually." 

"Mom." Sari asked hesitantly. "Ask them if it was here when they lived here." 

"What Sari?" Sam asked softly.

"The thing in my closet…”

"Oh no baby there's nothing in their closets, right?"

"No no of course not.”

"She had a nightmare the other night,” her mother explained.

"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom and it was on fire." 

Dean stormed out the house, Sam followed closely behind his brother.

"Hear that? A figure on fire.” Each word was enunciated as it rolled off Sam’s tongue.

"And that woman Jenny that was the woman in your dreams?" 

"Yea and you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights. Both signs of a malevolent spirit.” Sam was right, he just didn’t enjoy it too much this time around.

"Yea well. I'm just freaked out that all your weirdo visions are coming true.” Dean snapped.

"Well forget about that for a minute. That thing in the house do you think it's the thing that killed mom and Jessica?”

"I don't know”

"I mean has it come back or has it been here the whole time?!"

"Maybe it's something else entirely Sam, we don't know yet!"

"Well those people are in danger Dean! We have to get them out of that house!”

“And we will”

“No I mean now!”

And how you gonna do that!?” Dean snapped, “You got a story that she's going to believe!?”

“Then what are we supposed to do!?”

They went to a gas station in town.

“We just got to chill out that's all. Y'know if this was any other job what would we do?” Dean said, though it sounded more like he was asking himself.

Sam let out a sharp sigh. “We would try figure out what we were dealing with we'd dig into the history of the house.”

“Except this time we already know. But how much do we know? How much do you actually remember?”

"About that night you mean? Not much. I remember the fire. The heat. Then I carried you out the front door.”

“You did?” Sam looked at his brother, turning his head to the side a bit.  

“Yea, well you never knew that?”

“No...” Sam always assumed that his dad was the one to do that.

“And umm, well you know dad's story as well as I do." Dean hesitated, “Mom ...was on the ceiling. Whatever put her there was long gone by the time dad found her.”

“And he never had a theory about what did it?” Sam shook his head before glancing back at Dean again. 

“If he did he kept it to himself." Dean turned so he was facing the same way that Sam was. "God knows we asked him enough times.” Not like they ever got an answer. 

“Okay. SO if we're going to figure out what's going on now we have to figure out what's going on now we have to figure out what happened back then and see if it's the same thing.” 

“Yea. Talk to dad's neighbors, friends, people who were there at the time.”

“Does this feel like just another job to you?”

Dean glanced over at Sam. “I'll be right back I got to go to the bathroom.” 

Dean walked away, pulling out his phone as he did so. He dialed in a number that he already knew by heart.

"This is John Winchester. If this is an emergency call my son Dean...” The beep pinged.

Dean's voice was rough with emotion. 

“Dad... I know I've left you messages before. I don't even know if you get em. He swallowed back his hesitation. But I'm with Sam, and we're in Lawrence and there’s something in our old house. I don't know if it’s the thing that killed mom or not but” his upper lip quivered and his voice broke.  I don't know what to do. So whatever you're doing if you could get here please I need your help dad. Dean hung up the phone with a flick of his wrist. He thought about getting back to Sam for a second, but then changed his mind. He dialed another number into the phone.

Sam leaned against the car, alone. He hadn’t really thought about it much until this point. The fact that you seemed to always just be there was a given, something he’d taken for granted. Even when he chose to go to college, you seemed to be the only one who supported that decision at all; you supported him to chase after his normal life. You were like the older sister he never had, the only person who could understand his drive to be normal. You still kept in touch, telling him about how his family was doing through texts and emails, even though he claimed that he didn’t care. He regretted it, he regretted letting you hang up that night, because you haven’t picked up the phone since.

"Hey! Who's this?" Dean listened for awhile, smiling at the pause where someone would think that you were actually on the phone "What? Can you repeat yourself? I must have a bad connection." He shook his head, wondering how many people had believed you were actually on the other end of the phone right then and there. Hell, he wanted to believe it. "Just kidding, but hey leave a message at the beep anyway and I'll call you back soon!" 

"(Name)... Umm... Hey. It's weird working a job without you." This would be a hella lot easier with you there beside them, you didn't have any ties to the house, so you could actually be rational in all this, you could keep them grounded and get this done like it should already be. "So. You need to get back. Soon. No buts." He tried to sound strong like he always did, but he faltered. "Alright?" His voice was barely a whisper by the end. "Be safe." 

~~~~~~

You walked apprehensively with Pan, following him though the same dirty path you walked when you were still twenty four, you really hated this whole becoming a teenager again business… 

“So what kind of thing am I dealing with here?” 

“Dunno, that’s your job isn’t it?” 

You rubbed your temples with your forefingers. Did he have to be so eternally frustrating? “Let’s just get moving so I can get this over with.” He’s a good fighter…  He walks like he owns the place- which I guess he does since this is Peter Pan and we’re in Neverland. He’s also a bit of a pompous smartass. Ok, time to stop being pissy because he beat me… Still can’t believe he beat me, SHIT! It’s official. I can’t focus without any food in my system. As if in agreement with your thoughts, you stomach let out a low growl. 

“I’m guessing you’re hungry?” Pan asked as he pushed a branch aside. He didn’t hold it though; if you didn’t have quick reflexes then that branch would be the second thing to slap your face today. 

“No my stomach just wanted to say hi and ask how you’re doing.” You deadpanned. 

“You can eat at camp while the boys brief you.” 

“Fantastic.” You made your way to the camp that you were at yesterday. You ignored all of the eyes on you. You could hear the whispers, seems like you were the first girl who actually looked like a girl here for awhile. These were teenage boys after all and they had hormones like anyone else... You could barely pick out any girls among the crowd, they were surely some tomboys thrown in the mix. “I know I’m good looking, but seriously take a damn picture it lasts longer,” you snapped loudly, glaring in the direction where you heard a wolf whistle. You picked up your arrogance from so many years with Dean, it was a proven fact- he rubbed off on you.

When you finished your little tirade of yours you locked eyes with Pan who was smirking. “What’re you looking at Princess?” You sneered, before finding a tree to lean back on.

“Keep talking to me like that and you’ll never know how to get some food,” Pan warned. His smirk was still in place but his eyes had gone cold, just like flicking a switch. You glared back into those green eyes unhesitantly.

“Oh am I supposed to be scared? Nothing stands between me and food, Pan,” you spat his name out, “nothing.” He was the kind of asshole that liked to challenge people; you could see it in his eyes and the way he carried himself. You were the kind of person who never backed down from a challenge; you held your head just as highly as he did and walked with the same confidence. It would really be interesting seeing what you killed first, the monster or Pan.

“Alright oh great one, then make some food appear.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. This place- however twisted it is was once still Neverland… It runs on the things of dreams, fairytales, that’s what it is, right? You closed your eyes, picturing a plate of food in front of you. When you felt nothing in your outstretched hands you tried harder. Come on, come on think, think, think. Think about meals with Sam and Dean. Sam actually ate healthy things, and Dean would eat anything that tasted good. And shoving that pie in Dean’s face… Well I can’t say that I regret it. But that was good apple pie, shame I wasted it on him. Sam… Dean… You opened your eyes again, realizing that you had made a plate of breakfast food that featured a slice of apple pie with dessert... A fond smile crossed your face, you even ignored the disbelieving look that Pan was shooting you. I’ll be back soon guys, I’ll be back soon. 

~~~~~~

“You and John Winchester you used to own this garage together?”

“Yea we used to a long time ago. Matter of fact must be twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?” The man asked with slight suspicion.

“We're reopening some unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is one of them.” Dean explained. Damn it still wasn’t easy, it should have just been a normal job but it would never be, it could never possibly be just a normal job.

“Uh huh what do you wanna know about John?”

“Whatever you remember whatever sticks out in your mind,” Sam said.

“Umm he was a stubborn bastard I remember that. And um… Oh whatever the game he hated to lose y'know it was that whole marine thing. But uh well he sure loved Mary and he doted on those kids.” Dean cracked a slight smile at the old man’s statement.

“But that was before the fire,” Sam said, trying to resist the urge to smile ever so slightly as well.

“He ever talk about that night?” Dean asked slightly.

“Nah not at first, I think he was in shock at first.”

“Right, but eventually what did he say about it?”

“Aww he wasn't thinking straight he said something started that fire and killed Mary,” The old man shook his head.

“He ever say what did it?” Dean would love to know if his dad had any theories. He had to have, but he was keeping them to himself for whatever reason.

“Nothing did it, it was an accident an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or something. I begged him to get some help but it just got worse and worse,”

Psh normal people. Dean thought.

“How?”

“Oh he started reading these strange old books he started going to see this palm reader in town,” the old man seemed to tire of the conversation.”

“Palm reader, you have a name?”  

“No.” The old man scoffed. 

The brothers went to look up palm readers in town, since this was their only lead so far. 

Sam flipped through the phone book. “There are a few psychics and palm readers in town,” Sam said. “There’s someone named El Divino, there's the mysterious Mr. Fortinski,” Sam laughed at the name, “uh Missouri Moseley.” 

Dean stopped him “Wait, wait, wait, Missouri Moseley that's a psychic?”

“Uh yea… Yea I guess so,” Sam said still not quite sure where this was going.

Dean went to the side of the car. He pulled the door open "Dad's journal, c'mere look at this. First page, first sentence, read that.” 

“’I went to Missouri, and I learned the truth,’” Sam recited.

“I always thought he meant the state.” Dean shrugged.

Missouri was a portly woman of a dark complexion. She was leading another client out. "There there, don't you worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you.” She shut the door and sighed. “Whew poor bastard, his woman is cold-banging the gardener.”

“Why didn’t you tell him that?” Dean asked, furrowing his brows.

“People don't come here for the truth they come for the good news. Well Sam and Dean come in here already I don't got all day.” She led them to the back. 

“Well let me look at you, WHEW you boys grew up handsome. And you were one goofy looking kid too.” She jabbed a finger at Dean, who made a mock face of disbelief. 

She took Sam's hand in hers. “Oh Sam, Honey I'm sorry about your girlfriend. Your father, he's missing? And your friend has disappeared too?” 

“How'd you know all that?” Sam asked in amazement. 

“Well you were just thinking it just now,” Missouri said, as if it were obvious.

“Where is he is he ok? Can you tell what took (Name)?” The questions spilled from Dean’s lips. Normally he didn’t go for this psychic mumbo jumbo, but if his dad believed in Missouri- then he would too. 

“I don't know.”

“Don’t know, don’t? You're supposed to be a psychic right?” He questioned.

“Boy do you see me sawing some bony tramp in half you think I'm a magician. I may be able to sense energies in a room and read thoughts but I can't pull facts out of thin air. Sit please. Now your friend, I might be able to do something for her, but I have no guarantees,” Missouri said.

“Boy you put your foot on my coffee table Imma whack you with a spoon,” Missouri threatened.

“I didn't do anything,” Dean said wide eyed. Sam smirked, Missouri really knew how to put Dean in his place, and he was loving it.

“Well you were thinking about it,” Missouri challenged.

Dean shared a surprised look with an amused Sam. 

Sam broke the short silence, “Ok well our dad, when did you meet him?”

“He came for a reading, a few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him,” Missouri murmured.

Dean held his breath, “What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?”

“A lil. Your daddy took me to your house he was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing.”

Sam leaned forwards on his chair, “And could you?”

“I…” for the first time since the brothers had met her, Missouri was speechless.

“What was it?”

“I dunno. But it was evil.” 

“So, do you think you could get the echoes of the thing that took (Name) if we took you there?” Dean asked. 

“Oh I don’t know honey. Things just haven’t felt right lately. Something big is stirring… Spirits, demons, they’re all getting restless. And if this really is the Pied Piper Spirit, I don’t know how you would even find your friend to get her back,” Missouri said solemnly. Dean’s fingers practically crushed the armrests of the chair. 

Sam frowned, and he wasn’t sure whether it was at the bad news or his brother’s reaction, or perhaps both. “But, it’s worth a try right? We’re not going to leave (Name) out there alone.” 

“That’s right honey. I don’t know her, but the two of you seem fond of her. John probably was too.” 

“She’s like family. Now let’s go help Jenny and her family,” Sam said as he rose from his chair. "Dean," Sam said, grabbing his brother's arm on his way out. "We will find her." 

"Well duh Sammy," Dean barely cracked a smile. "Now let's go kill this son of a bitch so we can find (Name). She's gonna kick our asses if we keep her waiting." 

"Where do you think that spirit took her?" 

"Hell if I know Sammy. Maybe she's somewhere in Neverland with Wendy, Peter Pan, and the Lost Boys," Dean muttered sarcastically.

~~~

You were sitting in the circle with some of the Lost Boys gathered around after you finished your meal. You were across from Pan and more space was between you and everyone else. You were still an outsider. 

"So? What are we dealing with? I need facts, what has it, how does it kill, things like that." 

"It, it just comes in whenever it wants, it came in broad daylight once." 

"There's no pattern to who it takes."

"Sometimes four or more are gone." 

"They don't come back though." 

"It's tall, like really tall, twice my height." 

"With yellow eyes."

"No you idiot, its got red eyes."

"Like a vampire?"

"It's a damn good hunter too."

The Lost Boys all spoke at once. They seemed almost excited at the prospect of seeing the creature, though that may have been hiding their fear. "A good hunter, with red eyes, extremely tall..." Your brain stopped on one possibility, but you didn't want to consider it. 

"Well? What are we dealing with?" 

"This thing sounds a lot like a Wendigo..." 

"A what?" One of the boys asked curiously, you couldn't pick out voices or faces among the group. 

"A Wendigo. It's a person turned cannibal turned monster. There have always been legends that human flesh makes you stronger, and after years of eating humans, you get less and less human." You explained. You wondered if the whole 'Don't spill the supernatural' rule applied in Neverland since it was plenty supernatural already. 

"You're not telling us the important part." Pan rose from his seat and making his way over to you. You stood from your seat so that you were going to be eye level with him. "How do we kill it?" He asked in a low hush, though it was quiet enough now among the Lost Boys that every word he spoke could be heard perfectly. 

You met his eyes with a little smirk. "You light it up."