Someone's Daughter

The Benders

For the next few weeks, the Winchester's have fully bonded with Milo. The boy himself fitting in with the small family, he felt like he belonged.
Even so, he and Blake had a connection the brothers couldn't even begin to explain.
If they were so much as separated for longer than a couple hours or so, they would be in pain, and the only way for it to stop is to bring them back together. They try to avoid them separating every chance they get.

Nevertheless, the search for John Winchester had continued. However, even by doing cases and traveling, they seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

As of this moment, the brothers were in a bar. At a table, they sat with papers and their fathers journal; they were trying to figure out what their next move was.  Blake and Milo were munching on a shared plate of chicken strips.

To Blake, it has had the crazies week. She made a new friend, and was never going to let him go. Milo and Blake had grown to know everything about each other. He knew most of her little secrets and things she'd never admit to Dean, and she knew his( not that he had much to begin with anyway) but all in all, Blake and Milo were two peas in a pod.

While they sit at their table, Blake had not been paying attention to what was going on around her. She tuned out her father and uncle as they talked and payed attention to Milo who tried to guess the number she was thinking of. 

"7?" He guessed

Blake shook her head. "No. Try again."

"It's 3." Dean interrupts. He had been listening to their small conversations as he played darts and decided to chime in. "it's always three."

"Not true. And it was Milo who was supposed to guess, not you." Blake said, with annoyance clear in her voice.

Dean rolled his eyes at his daughter. "Yeah. How about you and Milo go with Sam back to the car, I gotta take a leak." He said and stood up from his chair.
Blake nodded and together she and Milo followed Sam out the busy bar and into the quiet parking lot.

Sam held the journal in one hand and he held Blake's in his other one. Suddenly, he stopped when there was a noise coming from one of the cars.
He pushed Blake and Milo behind him and crept forward; only stopping one an orange cat jumped up and startled him.

Blake laughed, "just a silly cat, uncle Sammy." She says.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He sighed and they continued to walk to the car.
However, it was a gut feeling that told him to stop again after another noise.

"Did you hear that?" He asked his niece.

"Hear what?" She asked as she moved closer to her uncle. His sudden change of attitude made her hyper aware of the situation, something was going on.

She held on to Milo's hand tightly, but, it didn't last long, for whatever the noise was, it distracted them long enough for what ever it was to grab them and drag them away.

Blake kicked and screamed but it wasn't long until she was surrounded by darkness.

Dean P.ov (1st person)

I walked out of the bar, the cold air blew in my face as I walked through the fog and towards the car. I take notice at the random cat that sits on the hood of a car. Shaking my head, I walk , but I slow down once I see Dad's journal resting on top of a car. Abandoned. I picked it up and opened the car door and looked inside, no sign of my brother or my kid. Panic began to sing in my gut because I know nothing like this would ever happen to them on purpose. They wouldn't just disappear on their own.

With a heavy breath, I began looking around the lot, drunken bickers piled out, my only source of possibly knowing what happened to my family.

"Hey, hey. Have you guys been outside around here in, like, the last hour or so?" I ask one couple as they make their way to their bikes.

The shake their heads, I panicked more.

"Sam!" I call out desperately. "Blake, Milo!" My voice is ruff as I shout their names into the darkness. "Sammy?! Blake?!"

My eyes dart around the lot, eager to find any clue to their whereabouts. When the flicker up, I notice the security cameras. I walk across the street, a plan forming in my head as I look back up. "Sam." I say one last time.

As my heart pounded aggressively in my chest, my thoughts are of my missing daughter, my brother and little Milo as I rush over to to Impala and start it up.

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( more to this story is coming soon! I've been watching Criminal Minds and couldn't help my self but Start up a Spencer Reid story in my drafts.

Don't think I forgot about Blake Winchester! )

3rd person or 1st person????