September 19th, 2003
// Dean //
The nine-year-old was groggy and sore. Really sore, but he managed to sit upright. It was a dark purple through the crack in the door, meaning it was dawn. He could've sworn he was in an unfamiliar building, but why? Other than being in the cramped building, where was he? And why did his legs have scratches all over? Before he could answer all those questions, he heard a small yelp. Sammy was right next to him, stirring a bit and obviously having a nightmare.

That yelp from his little brother awoke something in Dean's mind.

// Dean's flashback starting. //

The boys had witnessed something their souls and minds would never recover from. Sammy couldn't fall asleep, which made both brothers stay awake in the late night hours. Meaning they both heard the door swing open and then two muffled bangs. They ran to the living room, sure to be quiet and hidden. With Dean standing in front of Sam behind the loveseat, he saw his momma and dad were laying on the pristine carpet. Except, it wasn't pristine anymore. It was harshly stained with something Dean could only bear to think of as paint or jam. Only, he knew it wasn't paint or jam. He knew his parents wouldn't be able to flee with them. He knew his parents wouldn't get up. He didn't want to be right, but he had to be. Next thing they know, they hear a loud crash in the kitchen and Dean latches onto Sam's wrist, leading him to the door and bolting out.

The boys were more than five houses over now, and they stopped under a tree to collect breath. When the brothers did that, Dean knew he had to find a place for them to be hidden and safe from whatever was in the kitchen. So Dean led Sam to a small shed almost fully covered by trees. Once the auburn haired boy knew they were safe, he started to rethink his thoughts. During this, Dean realized he had thought 'whatever' and not 'whoever' because no human could be evil enough to do that, not to his parents. That was all he could get to think about, because Sammy had began to crawl into Dean's lap. Once he did, Dean started to hug his frightened brother.

"Why, Deany, why were momma and dad on the floor? What are we doing in here?" Sam chirped.

"Uhh...well Sammy, momma and dad were just so tired they fell asleep right there. And we're here because we heard a bad noise from our kitchen." Dean said solemnly. He hated that he was partially lying to his five-year-old brother, but he couldn't let Sammy know that their parents were gone.

"Oh, okay Deany."

"Can you try and fall asleep now, Sammy?" Dean whispered, knowing that thing wouldn't find them now.

"Yeah...I think so."

"Good. Go ahead and do that."

As soon as Sam managed to go into a somewhat fitful sleep, Dean did the same.

// Flashback over, now present time. //

During that, Dean realized all his questions answered themselves. Besides that, he was thankful that they hadn't ended up like their parents. Thankful that they got away. Thankful that he and Sammy were mostly okay. At least physically, that is.

The people who owned the shed found the small boys still cooped up a few hours later. Dean explained to the man that their house was broken into and how his parents had been killed. He couldn't say this this without crying. He actually couldn't even say this while little Sammy was in the room. So Sam was taken into the kitchen by the kind woman, being offered some cocoa. As soon as Dean was done reciting the incident, he was led into the kitchen while Sammy was led out. He too was offered cocoa by the kind woman. After both of the boys had talked to the man and been given cocoa, the two adults excused themselves to make a call to the police.

Not too soon after, the police arrived and they gently asked the boys to get into the car and direct them to their house. Once they did, the cops told the two to stay in the car until they get back. Dean had no problem with that, but Sam wanted to get into their house.

"Deany, I wanna go inside!" Sam coos.

Dean huffs and then starts to say, "We can't, it's not something you should be seeing again. I'm sorry, Sammy."

"I-it's okie, big bro..." Sam mumbles.

Dean considered himself lucky that Sam didn't keep asking. Once again, he just couldn't tell his brother, he was too young and it would hurt too greatly.

Not even two minutes later, the cops come back out to the car. They don't say anything, but Dean knows they won't be back in that house unless it's to pick up the two boys' belongings.

A/N-
I'm new to this, this is my first book. If this is close to the same as another fanfic, I didn't know that. I've only read a few and I thought of something and wrote it down. Hopefully, this isn't terrible. If this does end up being good, I'll try and post as much as I can. It may be awhile between chapters though.