"Are they gone?" A tiny voice asked, voice no louder than a whisper.

A bearded man with a baseball cap whipped his head around, turning away from the body of the demon he had just killed. This man was one Bobby Singer, the librarian of the hunter community and unofficial father of two boys who would be the best hunters in the world, Sam and Dean Winchester. John, their official father, had given him a call about a poltergeist terrorizing a town in the middle of Kentucky and had asked him to check it out since he was 'handling personal business.' (Bobby couldn't help but roll his eyes and wonder just what the idjit was doing. Hopefully he was spending time with his boys.) It didn't take long to find out where the problem was once he got to town, but it did take longer than expected to handle said problem.

The people living in the house were a family of three, a mother, a father, and one child. The mother was a homemaker and the one to spread the word of their problem, but her husband was quick to hush the rumors. After that, it wasn't long before the mother claimed that her problem was just a silly thing their child had got her to believe and any question regarding the matter was simply ignore or shot down quickly. That was where the problem came from. When Bobby went to the house and tried to get in, the husband wouldn't have it. No matter what he did to get in the house, nothing would work. At least not while the father was home. So, Bobby staked out the area and waited until the man of the house went out town.

This took a lot a time. Less than expected but still a lot of time. While he was watching the home, he did notice something odd, even more strange than the things the poltergeist did. Throughout his days of watching the family, not once did he see their kid leave the house. In fact, if none of the locals had told him that they had a kid, the old hunter would've thought the house only held a married couple. The kid never left the house, not even for school. Something was off.

Before he could think about calling social services on the couple, however, the husband left for the weekend to go to some business retreat. He left Friday night, leaving his wife and child at home, and was set to return Sunday morning. Naturally, once he left Bobby seized the moment and started to banish the poltergeist. That was the easy part, what wasn't easy was the fact that the mother turned out to be possessed by a demon and the kid was no where to be found so burning the place to the ground wasn't an option. Then right as the demon was about to go down, the calvary came and Bobby found himself fighting off two other demons. It seemed the trio from Hell was in town. The hunter killed them and then he heard the voice.

"Are they gone?" The child asked once more.

Bobby sighed and nodded. No kid should have to witness someone killing their mother. "Yeah, they're gone." He crouched down and held a hand out towards where he thought the kid was hiding. Blue, doe eyes stared at him.

"Its safe to come out now." The kid stared at the hunter's hands, unsure whether to trust him. After a moment he took the strangers hand and pulled himself out from under the couch that was his hiding spot.

'What've they been doin' to you kid?' Bobby thought, eyes taking in all the details of the boy in front of him. He looked like hell.

The boy looked to be maybe five or six, but the older man wouldn't be surprised if he was older; his ribs were poking out form under his skin and his eyes were sunken in, as if his parents hadn't feed him in weeks. His eyes were a bright, other worldly blue that the bags under his eyes brought attention to. His hair was a shaggy platinum blonde that peeked into his eyes.

He let out a large yawn and began to rub his eyes with his left hand, his right was busy clutching a small red snake stuffed animal that looked like it had seen better days.

"Goo'." The boy slurred. "Mama and Papa've been real meanies."

This caught Bobby's attention. "What?"

The boy nodded. "They're always' bein' loud n' stuff. Then when I wanna go play they won' stop loo'in at me." He hugged his snake to his chest. "I don' like it."

"Oh, bud." The hunter sighed, "It was both your mom and dad?" He had to clarify because if both were possessed by demons, he couldn't leave the boy with his father. The child nodded.

'How did this kid stay with a pair of demons for who knows how long and not end up six feet under?' He thought, 'Must be a special kid.'

While it was nice to know how many demons had been in the house it still didn't answer the question of just what to do with the kid. If a pair of demons were interested in him enough to not kill him immediately than foster care wouldn't be safe for him. Something would come to get him at some point. Some hunters might be willing to take him, but if they were actively hunting than there was a large chance that the kid would be forgotten or taken rather quickly. That left only one option.

"Mind telling me your name?" Bobby asked, running his options through his head one more time.

"Ezra." The boy, Ezra, tilted his head and asked, "What's yours?"

"I'm Bobby." He stuck out his hand for the kid to shake, the child stared before sticking his hand into the older man's and giving it a light shake. "Bobby Singer and you're going to be staying with me awhile until we can find a better place for you."

Ezra looked nervous before holding up his snake.

"Can Crawly come?" He asked, voice cracking as the boy prepared for the worst.

Bobby nodded, "Of course he can." A smile spread across the blonde's face and he bounced with joy.

The hunter chuckled and began leading the boy to his car at the front of the house. He was both excited and nervous for what the future would hold for him and for his new ward.