HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirty one.

"Something's wrong with the kids in this town." Dean said, opening the motel room door and letting himself inside. Sam was sat researching on his laptop, Sierra was laid on the bed on her stomach aimlessly.

"Yeah. Tell me about it." Sam mused, looking at a website on 'Changeling Lore'. "So, what do you both know about changelings?"

"Nada." Sierra shook her head.

"Evil monster babies?" Dean assumed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Sierra.

"No, no necessarily babies." Sam shook his head, scrolling on the website and reading more information.

Dean raised his brows in realisation, "They're kids. Creepy, 'stare at you like you're lunch' kids?"

Sam nodded, picking up the map of the neighbourhood, which had crosses on the victim's houses, "Yeah. There's one at every victim's house."

"And each one stared at us like we were lunch." Sierra added, watching Dean look at the map and his face twist.

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Sam continued to explain the whole thing about changelings, now seated on the bed as Dean was at the desk, preparing a kerosene torch, "So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. Y'know, there were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood."

"But it didn't smell like it." Sierra shrugged, still unsure about it.

"Then what was it?" Dean asked, looking at her through the mirror, but once again she shook her head. "So, the changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?" 

"Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks."

"And then there's dad and the babysitter." Dean pointed out, his brother nodded.

"Yeah. Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead."

Dean held up the torch he was preparing, "And fire's the only way to waste them?"

Sierra nodded, sitting up on the bed, "Yup. Lucky us." She mused with a small grin, rubbing her warm hands together.

"Great. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn or get Sierra to burn them to death with her hands. That'll play great with the neighbours." Dean sarcastically replied, then becoming serious, "What about the real ones? What happens to them?"

"According to lore, they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there."

"They will be." Sierra firmly stated, her heart always twisting at the thought of children being badly involved. "We better get looking."

"So, any kid in the neighbourhood is vulnerable?" Dean asked after a pause, his tone a little bit worried. Sam nodded, "We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone." He then headed to the door after grabbing the torch.

Sam stood up quickly, getting his own things together, "Well, Dean, if the real kids are still alive, we don't have time. We-"

"We have to." Dean cut him off, not giving either of them any chance to object.

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Sam and Sierra waited in the Impala for Dean, who was outside Lisa's house to make sure she was alright and that Ben, her son, hadn't been taken. Sierra was looking out the window, seeing Lisa on the porch. She was really pretty, why wouldn't Dean immediately think of her to go see?