Greetings my beautiful followers and newcomers. I am really proud of this story so far, probably the best beginning I have done so far. I would love for you guys to review honestly and if you have any suggestions, tell me. I am open to criticism and new ideas.

This is suppose to be set in season eight, when Castiel wasn't completely controlled by Naomi, so early on. And DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural or nothing, they belong to Eric Kripke. Trust me, all of y'all would know if I did.

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Once upon a time, hunters of the supernatural were commended for their acts of valor and were often knighted by whomever owned the land they saved. The knights hunted witches, dragons, ghouls, werewolves, and even demons on occasion. But there was one type of monster that almost always evaded them. They were called the Kinderfressers, or Child-Eaters. They came from Germany and spread around Europe, devouring infants and small children in village after village, until there was hardly a child left. Certain Kinderfressers, extremely experienced ones could turn fully grown humans into infants or children to devour. It was extremely hard to kill them, and they could blend easily into the local villages, so no knight believed he could stop them. That was, until a brave knight took it upon himself to kill every single Kinderfresser in the known world after witnessing one eat all of his seven children. The knight prayed for the help of an angel by the name of Hadraniel. The angel gave him a special blade that could kill angels and demons, but most importantly, it could kill the Kinderfressers. He spent the remainder of his life killing the Kinderfressers with this special blade until none remained. Or so he thought.

These days, hunters are not recognized by the population, in fact, no people truly believe the monsters they hunt even exist. And yet the hunters that remained helped selflessly, killing the monsters that threatened people. These hunters dealt with problems that nearly no hunter had to deal with before. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse for one, the rising of Lucifer himself, the releasing of the Leviathans from Purgatory, and so on. There were two specific hunters in the middle of all this. Sam and Dean Winchester; the vessels of Micheal and Lucifer, helped to start and end the apocalypse, as well as send the Leviathans back to Purgatory. Both men had been to Hell and Heaven, as well as Purgatory. But still they hunted for the good of man. Soon, however, they would be tested yet again by something even they did not expect.

"So, what do you think it is? Witch? Something else?" Dean asked his brother from the driver seat of the 1967 Impala. Sam was flipping through their father's journal of his monstrous encounters. Sam shook his head at the weathered pages and closed it.

"I don't even know man. I looked through Dad's journal, and no where does it mention anything about something that kidnaps kids, babies and even fully grown people. You think it is demon activity? Maybe a ritual or something?" Sam suggested, putting the book in the glove compartment. Dean shrugged.

"Maybe, I got a bad feeling about this one, Sammy. I still think it is a witch though. Maybe it is a group of 'em." Dean offered as they pulled into the motel they had chosen to stay in. "I'll get a room. Stay here and try going through Dad's journal again." Dean said, turning off the car. He walked in and rang the bell on the counter. No one came for a few minutes, but finally, a woman with puffy red eyes came from the back. She sniffed heavily.

"May I help you?" She asked with a shaking voice. Tear stains were prominent on her previously make up-ed face, along with the long smear of mascara across her cheeks. Dean knitted together his eyebrows at the woman.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She shook her head and fell into a new group of sobs. "Ma'am, I need you to answer me. I am Agent Bertram of the FBI, is there something here?" Dean urged, reaching for his pistol. She shook her head again.

"No, there is nothing here. THAT IS THE PROBLEM" She screamed. Dean looked outside to his brother and waved furiously for him to join him in the lobby of the motel. "I can't find her anywhere. She's just...gone."

After a long conversation with the woman, Sam and Dean discovered that her five year old daughter had disappeared about an hour ago. Dean and Sam got a good description of her and promised they would do their best to bring her back. Sam tried to comfort her the best he could, but her eyes had glassed over. She was in shock, and could barely answer a question without breaking down again. The brothers still could not figure out what they were hunting, so they decided to call a friend once they got to their room.

"Cas! Get your feathery ass down here! We need to know what this thing is and I-" Dean yelled to the sky before the soft sound of fluttering wings came from behind him.

"Hello Dean."

"Great, now we need your help. We have no idea what this thing is that is kidnapping these people. Sam has flipped through every page in Dad's journal and nothing came up. Do you know anything or any spell that would need four kids, three babies and two adults?" Dean asked Castiel. Castiel shook his head.

"Have only heard of one thing that could ever do this, but they are extinct and it would be nearly impossible for it to actually be one." Castiel offered. Sam and Dean exchanged looks.

"Well, dragons were suppose to be extinct too, but that didn't stop them from freeing Eve from Purgatory, now did it?" Dean said sarcastically, sitting down on the hard bed of the motel room.

"Dean's got a point, we don't have luck when it comes to 'extinct'. Let's just assume that whatever you are talking about exists." Sam said loading his pistol. Cas shook his head.

"You won't need one of those if it is what I believe it to be. I think it is a Kinderfresser." Castiel admitted grimly. Sam's jaw dropped, but Dean just gave them blank looks.

"Kindergarten what?" He asked, partially joking. He grabbed a beer from the fridge in their room and pooped it open before sitting back down on the bed.

"Dean, this is no laughing matter. Kinderfressers were suppose to be killed off centuries ago by an extremely brave and now famous hunter. Stories today call him Sir Lancelot." Castiel responded seriously. Dean nearly spat out his beer.

"Lancelot? As in a knight of the Round Table?" Dean asked. Sam looked at him strangely. "What? You nerd out about different things, I go crazy over western movies and knight stories. They're the best! So, they were all hunters?! If they were hunters, then who was that Merlin guy they talk about? Was he a real witch?!" Dean demanded, his face lighting up.

"No. Gabriel went through a very, er, eccentric period during the Dark Ages." Castiel said, looking down at the floor. Sam laughed out loud.

"Yeah, I bet." Dean gave him a confused glance, but turned back to Cas.

"So, Cas. How do we gank the bitch?" Dean asked blatantly. Cas looked at him and squinted his eyes, as though he was trying to remember something.

"One of my brothers, Hadraniel, gave him an archangel blade. It is the only thing I know of that could kill one." Castiel told them. He unsheathed his and glanced at it. "Hadraniel also was able to mark each one so that angels and Lancelot could find them, and it is faint, but now that I am looking for it, I can see where it is."

"Well! That's awesome! We can find those kids and the other poor bastards that got captured, right?" Dean asked, standing up. Cas shook his head.

"No Dean. Kinderfressers eat children and infants. Any of the children who got abducted are most likely dead. I am sorry." Sam dropped his head at the news. Dean sighed.

"It isn't your fault Cas. But what about the fully grown people that disappeared? If it eats kids, why would it take adults?" Dean inquired.

"Well, I think that advanced Kinderfressers can turn fully grown humans into children so it can eat them. Its pretty sick." Sam said from the table. He reached into the duffel bag they had brought in with them and pulled out the archangel blade they had kept. "Hey Cas, can you pinpoint where it is hiding?"

"Yes, but-" Cas started but got cut off by Dean.

"No buts. We are getting in the car, and you are coming with us and showing us where it is. Then we are going to gank it and go for pie. Understand?" Dean said. Cas nodded grimly as he followed the men out the door. They got into the car, Cas in the back and Dean and Sam in the front, as usual.

"I believe that this could be extremely dangerous for you two. This thing has had centuries to gain strength and you do not have any idea what it could do to you. I think I should go in alone first." Castiel suggested as they made their way towards the warehouse that Cas had pointed out on the map. Dean shook his head immediately at the idea.

"No way Cas. We have dealt with a lot of creepy crap. This is just next on the list. Remember what happened with Famine when you went in by yourself?" Dean asked. Cas dropped his head, but kept a straight face.

"That would not happen again, I assure you. It would be much easier for me to 'scope' out the area, as you would say. Give me ten minutes." Cas pleaded. Sam disagreed too.

"No! We are going in there together and that is final!" Sam said at the back seat. He turned around to face the angel, but he had already vanished. "DEAN! He's gone. You gotta get there now." Sam demanded. Dean was already speeding up. They arrived to the address in a matter of minutes and the pair were out of the car almost before it stopped completely. Sam grabbed the archangel blade, and Dean grabbed the demon knife. He figured even if it couldn't kill it, it would at least hurt like a bitch.

The two ran into the warehouse and searched frantically through the grounds. About mid way through looking, they heard something scream in pain. The sound was so utterly pained and desperate that Sam and Dean broke into a sprint towards it. In the room they found, there was a child in incredibly large clothes on the ground, and there was a woman with her hand on his forehead. There was a strange sickly yellow glow that was coming out of her palm that was placed on his head. The clothes he had on were very obviously Cas'. The child was seemingly paralyzed in a standing position with his mouth open wide in a scream.

"Hey you bitch!" Dean shouted at the thing. She looked up and smiled menacingly, showing rows of ragged teeth. She let go of the child, and he slumped down onto the concrete, passed out inside Cas' clothes, barely visible under the dirty trench coat. She flipped her head to turn and look at the pair of hunters.

"Oh, a hunter! I haven't seen a hunter in three centuries! Nor an angel for that matter, the last one I saw tried to kill me. Lucky for me, I got him first." She gestured at the kid on the ground. "Your little friend was the perfect test subject." She spoke, her voice hinting at a slight German accent.

She stood at about 5'6", but she had a feeling of fear surrounding her. Something that made you want to curl into a ball and cry. She had pale violet irises that were barely visible because of her widely blown pupils. Her teeth were like a shark's, with at least four rows behind the main set, and the evil smile she gave the hunters seemed impossible with a maw like hers. She had long, stringy hair that reached her waist, the ends crusted with dried blood, contrasting with the honey tint to the rest of it.

"What do you mean? What did you do to Cas?" Dean asked, his knife drawn. She laughed loudly, walking towards them.

"Cas? Oh, you mean that angel boy? Well, he was a little difficult, but I managed. A few centuries and I can say I am about to eat an angel. I hear they are simply...delicious." She purred. She reached Dean and put a hand on his cheek. He was fuming. "I am sure you will be just as good Blondie, but you have to wait your turn."

"Yeah, I am sure I will you bitch. Now." He held the knife to her throat. "What did you do to Castiel?" He growled at the creature. She hissed and grabbed the knife from him and flung the hunter to the ground. She managed to get a kick to his side before Sam had plunged the archangel sword through her chest. She wailed in pain as she threw her head back.

"NOOOOOOO! I bested Lancelot to be defeated by some stupid AMERICAN hunter?" She screamed at nothing. The creature began to age astonishingly fast. Her dirty hair withered to her scalp, turning white as she dropped to her knees. Her face became wrinkled and lifeless as her screams turned to soft moans. Soon, they stopped completely as she disappeared into her clothing. A light breeze came through the place, blowing away the dust the creature had become.

"Did we just 'Wicked Witch of the West' that bitch?" Dean asked incredulously. Sam chuckled, but their exchange was interrupted by a soft cry from the bundle of Cas' clothes the thing had dropped.

Dean ran to the unconscious child on the ground. The little boy couldn't have been over three. He had a messy black mop of hair framing his round face. His body was limp on the ground, the tie around his neck was gripped in his tiny fist tightly, he was afraid. His eyes were scrunched closed.

"Who is that? And why is he wearing Cas' clothes?" Sam asked, not wanting to believe what he knew was really going on. Dean stooped down to the toddler and put a seemingly large hand on his forehead. Before he could speak, the toddler stirred and opened his eyes. They were wide and fearful, the pale blue irises rimming with moisture from tears. Then they saw Dean's face and he broke into an incredible grin.

"Dean!" The child yelled as he fumbled to get up. Once he did, he hurried across the small distance between them and wrapped his little arms around Dean's neck. Dean hesitated for only a second before wrapping his arms around the back of the child. He felt small wet spots forming on his shirt from the kid's wet eyes and nose, but he didn't move. Dean looked up at his brother who had watched the scene unfold before him with complete confusion. Dean shook his head and locked eyes with Sam.

"Sammy. I think...this is Cas."