Remember when you were little and your mother always told you that there was nothing in the dark and there were no monsters? Yeah me too, there may be no real furry creatures out there intent to kill us, but humans are just as capable. "Dean, take out the trash will you?" Maybe I haven't seen any monsters in real life, but I've also watched TV and I know about the criminals that live in the shadows.

"It's already dark out." Sam looked over and grinned at me, "It's not even my turn you little bitch." I get up and stalk to the kitchen.

"Jerk." I flip him off behind mom's back.

"It's dark out and cold." I knew mom wasn't the one making me do this, dad was just a coward and he knew that I wouldn't do anything he said.

Mom reached up and pinched my cheek, "Well maybe if you hurry you can be back right before the pie comes out." I grin at her and open up the door.

"Be right back!" I call.

To me I've never liked the dark, I'm not stupid I know nothing is going to reach out and grab me. I just don't like it. When I was little, Sam would always come running into my room, with tears running down his cheeks, and tell me about the monsters under his bed. I don't like things that upset him, which is why I haven't left yet. For the longest time I've wanted to leave, to travel the country and I haven't because Sam doesn't want me to leave. And for some reason I do everything that kid tells me. There are so many things that I could be doing right now and it hurts to be stuck in the country and I want to just scream. So I do. As soon as I open my mouth I hear sirens off in the distance. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I look around to make sure there are no glowing eyes.

"God I hate this driveway." I'm nearly to the end of it, just twenty feet from the dumpster and I can barely feel my fingers, "This pie better be worth it."

The sirens are getting closer and I think that maybe I'll wait up here to see if they pass by. But the odds aren't in my favor, and my teeth are shivering so much I can hear it. There's movement off to the side of the road and I glare in that direction, it's too cold for bobcats to be out wandering this late. I shrug my shoulders and toss the trash into the dumpster and turn back towards home, and I almost yell again.

"Who are you?" there's a dark shadow in front of me and I can tell that it's a man. My voice cracks and I blame it on the cold. Maybe I should have kept working out after high school; I've kind of lost all my strength. Mainly because Bobby doesn't trust me working on cars yet…and great now he's moving closer to me.

I step back and almost trip over my own feet. "You wouldn't happen to know what state I'm in would you?" his voice is gravelly and I feel fear trickle down my spine."

"Uh, Kansas, how can you not know that?"

I can see the lights of the police cars and realization dawns on me, but not before I feel a gun pressed up against my stomach and a hand holding both of my wrists in his, "Well I've been a bit preoccupied at the moment," he jerks my arms and suddenly we're crouching down in the brush and I can feel his warm breath against my neck and the cold barrel digging into my side. "Keep real still now."

The cops speed past the end of the driveway and I feel him sigh behind me and I start to get up, but the sound of the gun clicking freezes me in my tracks, "Do you have a car?" I shiver and he seems to think this is answer enough, "Take me to it." It's not a question.

The walk back blurs before me and I hardly feel the cold, suddenly the porch is right in front of me and I can't seem to get my feet to work. "It's my dad's car."

"Go in there and get the keys."

I start to turn to him, "But-"

"Now."

Mom is just cutting the pie into four's and Sam is sitting at the counter with flour on his nose. She smiles at me when I come in and I see dad sitting in the living room drinking a beer. I go over to him. "Hey dad?"

"What is it you want now?"

My hands are shaking and I look down at the floor, "Could I borrow the car real quick?"

He doesn't answer, instead the TV blares on and I continue to stare at the floor, just when I'm about to ask again he speaks up, "What for?"

"Uh, Bobby called me and he's pretty drunk, I should go check on him."

"I don't like Bobby; he's just an old drunk."

Mom walks over and hands a slice of pie to dad, "What's this about"

"Dean's got it in his mind that I should let him borrow the car."

There's a noise outside and Sam looks at the door, "Did you guys hear that."

"No!" I say it a little louder than I meant to and everyone looks at me like I've grown a second head.

Mom lays her hand on my shoulder and I look at her, "What's so important you have to leave at 8:30 at night?"

This time the noise is louder. "Alright, Dean go check what's outside and I'll think about letting you drive my car."

I don't move; my eyes are glued to the door. "Boy I said to go check outside."

Slowly I get up and walk to the kitchen door and I can't hide the shaking in my hands, mom comes over to me, "Honey what's wrong?" my hand is on the knob now and I can see the strange man just standing on the porch, right in front of the door. I do not like the look in his eyes.

I turn back to dad, for one last chance, "Dad-"

The door slams open behind me and mom steps back, I try to go to her but he's there again, right behind me and I feel the cold metal press into my skull this time. "Keys sir?" his voice is formal, almost as if he's at a meeting and not holding a gun to my head.

"Who the hell-" dad starts, but the man interrupts him.

"Winchester, right? Well right now you don't need to know my name, as you can see your son's clock is winding down."

"Dean!" my mom calls and starts towards me. I can't see him, but I'm sure he fixes her with a look and she stops.

"I won't ask again. Keys?"

"Counter." Dad sounds mad; I look at the counter and see Sam sitting right next to the keys.

The man moves behind me and I can tell he's seen Sam, "Little one, give them to your big brother."

For once I pray for Sam to not be a little bitch and do what he's told, "Dean?" I nod my head barely and press my eyes closed, I hear him get up and then his hand is in mine and I feel the cool metal.

"Back up."

I open my eyes and Sam's right in front of me; he still hasn't let go, "It's alright Sammy,"

I look up at my parents and I noticed Dad has moved beside mom, holding her steady, "You've got what you wanted, let him go now."

One of his hands tightens around my arm and I'm being forced outside, the gun digging deeper into my scalp. The man behind me is outside the house now, and I know that I'm going with him and there's nothing I can do to change it, "Mom," she's crying now, "I love you." And then I'm outside and the screen door is banging closed and I hear my mom start yelling and I see Sam start for the door and the click of the gun.

He pushes me into the Car and gets in beside me, it looks weird to have him sitting behind the steering wheel, the last thing I remember is my dad's shotgun being fired and the man reaching back and hitting me with the butt of his gun.