Hello everyone! New story that's been rattling around in my brain. Want to know if anyone's interested in reading more or if this one is destined to stay in the vault of my mind. If you leave your thoughts and opinions in a review I would be eternally grateful.

Walking down the sidewalk back to the hotel, kicking the fallen leaves as she went, Samantha Winchester felt very proud of herself. At seven years old she had been tasked with the very important job of buying bandages for her big brother at the store down the street. Her daddy had needed some more due to the severity of her brothers wounds and he hadn't wanted to leave in case things got worse. So he'd asked her to get them.

She usually did these types of things with Dean but now he needed her and she was so happy to be able to help. Of course, she had been a little scared when the man at the counter had looked down at her with an annoyed expression but Dean needed her so that was enough to bolster her courage. She hadn't talked to anyone, other than when she'd paid the man, because both her daddy and Dean had told her never to talk to strangers. And she always listened to them when it came to things like that.

With hurried footsteps she headed back to the hotel they were staying in because she was not supposed to take to long. She was half way there when she ran into the man. It was strange. One minute he hadn't been there and the next he was. It was like magic. When she hit him it was like walking straight into a wall and she immediately fell backward onto her butt but she made sure to not drop the bandages.

Looking up, Samantha began to feel very frightened. He had pure black eyes and they were staring right at her. He reminded her of the monsters from her storybooks.

"Are you alright young one?"

Samantha clutched the bandages closer to her chest and nodded tentatively. He smiled then and held out his hand. The look on his face made her even more afraid and his long pale fingers reached out to her. Despite the fact that he terrified her, he was offering to help her up, so he couldn't be all bad her seven year old mind reasoned. Plus she had been taught to use manners and declining his help would be considered rude. So with shaking fingers she reached up to grab his hand.

The moment his cold skin touched hers her whole body went rigid and she couldn't move.

"There there my dear. Don't be afraid. I would never even dream of harming you my beautiful little Samantha."

Her eyes widened in shock and fear when he said her name. A scream began to tear its way out of her lips when suddenly his other hand was covering her mouth in a vice like grip.

"No, none of that I'm afraid."

He proceeded to kneel down so that they were face to face. He was smiling the entire time. Tears started to fall down her cheeks and in her mind she started screaming out for her big brother.

"Now we're going to go on a little trip you and I. Are you looking forward to it? I know I am."

In the blink of an eye Samantha was unconscious in his arms. Her head rested lightly against his chest and her arm hung limply in front of her. The tiny box of bandages fell to the sidewalk below.

It would be the only sign of her that John Winchester would find when he came searching.

They would not see her again for twelve years.