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Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I am writing down my dad’s stories. Some have been told you may have seen the show, but these are the stories that didn’t get told. I think they should be, so here I am writing them.
How do these things usually start?
It was a dark and stormy night, and shadows danced where the light met the dark under the streetlamp.
Well, that is not how this one started. It was a clear night in Ottawa. You could easily see the moon. It was big, full, and hung perfectly against the ink-black sky. You couldn’t see the stars because of the city lights, but the moon easily broke through that, as it always did, like it needed to be seen. It was the star of the show.
Not tonight, though, tonight and for the last few nights, a mysterious dark nightmare was stealing the spotlight. He didn’t care about the moon or the stars. He just cared about the naughty children. The children who refused to sleep. Those children would soon become his.
This is where my dad and uncle come in. Well, soon, anyway.
This isn’t my story, but I know it well; it was my dad’s favorite hunting story.
See, my dad and uncle were famous, not like a movie star or a rock star. They were famous in other circles. A certain demographic knew who they were; they are known as hunters. They don’t hunt animals, well, they kind of do, but not the kind you are probably thinking of. They hunted the things that go bumping in the night, the things that hide under beds, in dark alleys, or in broad daylight. The monsters that most parents tell their children are only imaginary. That was the kind of hunter my dad and uncle were; they hunted monsters.
My dad was Sam Winchester, and my uncle was Dean Winchester (I was named after him). You might have heard of them. They had a show about him and my Uncle Dean. It was a fairly decent show. They got most of the stories right, though Papa Bobby was bald, not a stitch of hair on his head. They didn’t tell all the stories, though, like the one I am about to tell you now, which was never told until now.
So where was I……
Oh yeah….
A mysterious dark nightmare was stealing the spotlight. He didn’t care about the moon or the stars. He just cared about the naughty children. The children who refused to sleep. Those children would soon become his.
(NEW POV)
Over the last couple of weeks, children in Ottawa have been disappearing. Parents would go into the bedroom where their children should have been, but the children were gone, and the window would be wide open.
Now, one missing child is bad enough, but when children kept disappearing, it was happening the same way each time. Well, panic started to set in, and it didn’t help when the police couldn’t find any clues or had any idea of what was happening.
It was two weeks into the disappearance, and 7 children had gone missing. Shane and Ilya were on edge with everything that was happening. See, they had twins, one girl, Irina, and one boy, Max. For the last week, both men had been getting up throughout the night and checking on their kids. Making sure that they were still there. Every night, a sigh of relief would leave their lips. Both kids are in their beds, asleep.
It was Shane who got up this time. It was 1 in the morning, and he needed to make sure his kids were okay. So, he quietly walked to the bedroom and looked through the partially open door. Irina was awake. Her eyes were wide, terror on her face. She was staring at the open window.
Shane’s head whipped to his son’s bed. It was empty.
Shane yelled for Ilya as he ran to his daughter, swooped her up in his arms, and ran out of the bedroom.