A Supernatural Five Nights at Freddy's - Chapter 1

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Welcome to my new Supernatural/FNAF fic! Um, I don't have much to say. I just hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

"Dean!" Sam's voice drifted into the room from the library. Dean, who had been sitting on his bed cleaning his shotgun, looked up and sighed. He knew that Sam was probably fangirling over some book he'd found. One thing was for sure: the Men of Letters certainly did keep one hell of a collection when it came to books.

Dean got up from his comfy chair and slowly made his way into the library, carrying the shotgun along with him. Just as he stepped into the room, he felt his phone in his pocket begin to vibrate. Sighing, he reached in to retrieve it.

"So get this," Sam said, not even looking up as Dean entered.

"Hold that thought," the older Winchester grumbled, flipping open his phone and brining it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Dean Winchester?"

Dean froze in mid-step. He knew that voice; he knew it almost as well as he knew Sam's and Castiel's. But it didn't make sense. Why would she be calling him? How did she even get this number? He stood there, rigid and struggling to find words. His chest ached with pangs of sorrow. Why did she have to call? Why? He had nearly gotten over her – forgotten about the whole fiasco. Hell, Cas had even wiped her memory, so how did she even know his number?

"Uh," Dean said, still unable to form any real words. He could feel Sam's eyes on him. He knew that Sam was worried; Dean was never rendered speechless. After a few more moments of awkward silence, Dean cleared his throat. "Yes . . . Yes it is. Who is this?"

"My name is Lisa Braeden, and . . . look, I don't usually . . . consult private detectives, but . . . this stiff man in a trench coat said you were the best." Dean closed his eyes. Cas. Cas had told Lisa about him. Before Dean could even get angry, he was plagued by confusion. Why the hell would Cas do that? He knew how I felt about her and Ben . . .

"Oh, um, yeah. The very best," Dean said, noting how tight his voice sounded. He was trying so hard to keep emotion out of it. He couldn't let her even suspect that he knew her. It would jeopardize everything Dean sought to conceal. "What's the problem, ma'am?"

"It's my son," Lisa told him quietly. Dean could hear the tears in her voice. He could hear the pain – the fear. It tore him up in side. No . . . No, no, no this . . . Not Ben! Not fucking Ben! "He . . . he's missing."

The shotgun fell from Dean's hand and clattered to the floor. Sam was on his feet now, watching his brother with concerned eyes? "What is it?" he mouthed. "Who?"

Dean waved him away, his vision blurring with tears. "When?" he managed to choke out into the phone.

"Look . . . Mr. Winchester, I . . . I don't feel comfortable doing this over the phone. Do you mind if you . . . come to my house? The place where he disappeared is nearby, I just . . . I can't do this right now. Please come," she whimpered.

Dean closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Of course, Miss Braeden. My partner and I will be there as soon as we can."

Lisa gave him her address even though Dean already knew exactly where she lived. He'd lived in that house with them. He had . . . he had been a part of their family once. After he hung up, he slumped into one of the library chairs at put his head in his hands.

"Braeden?" Sam asked. "You mean . . . Lisa Braeden?"

Dean didn't answer right away. He needed a few moments to compose himself. Ben was missing, and he hadn't been there to stop it. He hadn't been able to protect them. He was so sure that if he left them alone, they'd be safe. Well, he had been wrong.

"Yes," Dean murmured. "Ben is missing . . . We have find him. Pack a bag, we're leaving in five."

Sam nodded and then disappeared from the corner of Dean's vision. The older Winchester could hear the sound of his brother's boots on the tile floor of the bunker as he headed off to where their rooms were located. Dean remained where he stood as still as a statue. It's my fault, was all he could think. It's all my fault. Dean was a glutton for punishment – he always had been. Whenever something went wrong, he immediately blamed himself. He had failed – no one else. He was at fault. And he was the reason that Ben was missing. He should have been there. He should have looked after them. He should have made sure that they were safe.

But what could he have done? What could he possibly have done? Cas had wiped their memories – they no longer knew who he was. If he randomly showed up to check on them, it would scare them and put them in more danger. There was no way to win in this scenario – not really. Of course, that didn't stop Dean from feeling like crap, though.

Dean took a deep breath before starting toward his room. He needed to pack his own bag – get everything he might need. The arsenal in the trunk of the Impala contained all the weapons they might need, but it was the clothes Dean had to gather. He would need semi-professional, semi-casual clothes to talk to Lisa; a suit to speak to the authorities and the local police; and of course his regular attire – a dark shirt under his leather jacket and a pair or two of jeans. That would last him. He didn't intend to be gone long. He wanted to find Ben as quickly as possible.

When he entered his room, a sudden thought hit him. Just because Ben was missing didn't mean that it had anything to do with the supernatural. Dean had left them – thrown them completely out of the picture. He didn't know if any of his enemies might have taken Ben for leverage. He didn't even know if his newer enemies even knew who Ben was.

Maybe this wasn't their normal gig.

Maybe this was just a regular kidnapping.

Dean didn't know which one he'd prefer. At least if it were the supernatural, he'd know what he was dealing with.

As he began to pull out his usual travel bag, he heard a sound behind him. It was a soft whoosh – a flutter of wings. Dean stood up straight. He knew that noise well enough.

That was when a deep voice from behind him said, "Hello, Dean."

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