"So Doc, what am I getting myself into?"
Chase strode into the tattoo parlor with a small black duffel slung over his shoulder, a tired smile on his face that didn't quite reach his bloodshot red rimmed eyes.
"I'd suggest talking to Sam and Dean, zhey can better inform you about vhat ve are up against." Schneep advised, Chase glancing at the Winchesters warily.
"Hey, weren't you that guy from yesterday with Doc?" Dean questioned as he looked at Chase, the male biting his lip as he slowly nodded.
"Yeah, but..." Chase trailed off with a sigh as he bowed his head to avoid Sam and Dean's curious gaze.
"My kids are gone, I need to find the fucker that took them and do whatever it takes to get them back." Chase snarled fiercely, his eyes blazing with intensity.
"What happened?" Sam prompted gently, Dean opening the door and motioning for the others to leave the tattoo parlor.
The sun was barely hovering over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow on the group as they walked down the sidewalk to somewhere more private.
"Last night, I was at home having a drink in the kitchen..."
"I can't sleep, I can't eat. I can't do anything, I'm just stuck. Day in and day out, I do the same things. Nothing ever changes...I just want things to go back to the way they were...I want to go back to when I was happy...when I had people in my life."
I sat in the dark kitchen illuminated by the few tall candles I bothered to light on the kitchen table, the electricity bill left unpaid once more.
I traced my hand over the framed photograph of Stacy and the kids in my other hand before grabbing my glass of whiskey and taking a long drink.
I set the photograph on the table face down as I rubbed my face with my hands, removing them only to take another drink to numb the pain.
My heart still ached when I left my hat on the table on top of the picture, my glass sitting half empty next to it as I walked towards my bedroom in the darkness.
I paused to flick on my lighter, the click of it trying to light filling the silence of the empty house.
When it finally did, I looked around and started hearing a baby laughing, causing me to turn into the hall to investigate.
A little girl, my little girl, soon started screaming in the distance as dark whispers filled my mind, my baby crying.
I froze when I reached my bedroom, a dark figure that looked eerily like me illuminated by a blood red light standing in the doorway.
"Who's there?" I questioned, trying to sound brave even though I felt far from it.
The figure turned to look at me with a wide grin, their left eye glowing a vibrant neon green.
"Where are they?! What do you want from me?!" I shouted in desperation, the figure quickly advancing towards me.
The last thing I saw was pitch black eyes boring into mine before I was encompassed in darkness.
"When I woke up, Stacy called and blamed me for taking the kids, thinking that I was that monster. I tried explaining, but she wouldn't listen. Now, I'm going to prove that I did nothing wrong and I'm going to find my kids." Chase finished quietly as the five slowed to a stop where there were no pedestrians nearby.
