A throwback to a past that Dean never thought he'd have to think about ever again. A call from Sonny, the owner of a home for 'delinquent kids'. Now, Dean was quite familiar with this place, of course he was. John had left him there as punishment for two months because he had made a mistake when he was 16. Despite the circumstances of having had been put there in the first place, Dean grew to find it as a home. Sonny was quite nice to him. Dean was doing well in school for a while whilst he was there, ending up winning the wrestling nationals.

But as many things in his life, he was dragged back into the hunting life, leaving any possible chance for a normal, decent life behind.

That was so long ago, Dean never expected for it to even pass his mind again. However, today, Dean and Sam got a phone call from Sonny about a mysterious death of one of the staff.

Hurleyville, New York.

The place was a farm, where kids that had been left there (from a range of circumstances, some good, others bad) The kids did chores and helped out, learning skills and responsibility. Right now, there were't many kids there because the system incarcerates them instead of sending them away.

Sam and Dean showed up, Sonny explained what happened, so the brothers began to look around, investigating for anything weird that might give them hints to whatever supernatural creature was haunting the place.

Whilst Sam searched through the house, Dean entered the barn, where the guy had mysteriously died the night before.

The only light was seeping in through the poor, plastic windows, the creaky wooden building gave an eery atmosphere and before Dean could take any more steps inside, a child (you) stepped out of the shadows, holding a little doll. Dean let out a deep breath. It was only one of the kids.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing in here by yourself?" Dean asks, with a slightly friendly smile.