"Dean, get Sammy and get out of here. No matter what don't turn back." John said as he handed the infant over to the four year old child.

Taking his task seriously he turned and ran down the stairs and out the front door and out to the sidewalk in front of their house. He watched as the neighbors Justice and Judith Konstantine ran towards the house only to bounce off the porch like there was an invisible force field. They kept trying until John ran out the door screaming that it was too late. Dean was hardly aware of the four year old girl come up to him and wrap her arms and what seemed like wings around him. He instantly felt comfort among the tears flowing down his cheeks.

Dean sat up with a gasp struggling for air. The dream just kept coming. He couldn't decide if it was real or if it was a memory struggling to resurface. He couldn't mistake the haunting power of the lavender eyes that always made him forget to breath.

"Hey wake up. We need to get going." Sam said as he threw a bag down on the bed.

"Food. Thanks." Dean mumbled as he stood and headed for the bathroom. A shower was first on his agenda today then food and more alcohol.

~SPN~

"Dude do you think drinking this early in the day is good for you?" Sam said with disdain

"Leave me alone man. I got issues."

"We all do Dean. What's going on?"

"I keep having these dreams of the night mom died and more and more come clear or my brain keeps adding more to it. I don't know which it is."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks as he looks at him

"Well we had these neighbors, Justice and Judith Konstantine. They had a little girl that was the same age as me. I can't remember if they were real or part of my imagination. I can't ask you if they are real or not because you were just a baby when we left. I wake when these eyes pop up and its all dark except for these freaking purple eyes. It scares the crap out of me. And nothing scares me."

"Maybe Bobby can help us out? We can call him up after we finish the job. If they were real and friends of dad's then Bobby would know, Right?"

~SPN~

"Did you see that? I swear it was a little girl."

"I thought this was a multiple haunting."

"Sam, Its just one ghost. A little girl. I swear I just seen a little girl in pig tails."

They headed out Sam to the library to read up on the property and Dean to interview some of the town folk about the happenings at the house.

"Oh, yeah the cotterhouse. That's the old town orphanage. They say that the headmaster was cruel and used the girls as sacrifices. But there was only one death there and it was a ten year old little girl. No one really knows what happened, but the place was shut down the next day and all the kids shipped to other orphanages. What did you say your name was again?"

"Oh Agent Plant. FBI." Dean said as he thanked the man and walked off as his cell phone ran. "Whatcha got Sam?"

"Well this little girl named mia was found gutted and drained of all her blood in the basement by a couple of the older kids in the orphanage. They suspected the headmaster in lots of small accidents around the place but could never prove it. When they found the little girl, the headmaster blamed some teenagers in the area that were devil worshippers. They weren't formally charged because they proved their innocence. The headmaster fled and they closed the place down in 1970. It sat empty for several years until Earl Haley bought the place and fixed it up and turned in to a single family home only he never moved in. He died before it was finished. It sat empty again until the Malone's moved in last week. That's when the crazy stuff started happening."

"So does it say where she was buried?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Well?"

"The wall in the basement."

"What?"

"She had no family. They didn't have a place to put her so they put her in the wall."

"Well then let's go find us some bones."

~SPN~

After a tough night and bones were finally salted and burned, the boys settled down to rest before they took off to see Bobby about a dream and a pair of eyes.

"So boys, what can I do for you?" Bobby said as he handed the boys a beer from the fridge.

"Did dad have any friends that you know of?"

"That's a stupid question Dean."

"I mean… Do the names Justice and Judith Konstantine mean anything to you?"

"Uh, why is it important?"

"Well Do they?"

"I don't know."

"You're lying Bobby now spill it."

"Ok ok… They were you're parents neighbors and closest friends. Justice was you're father's guardian angel and when he met Judith they married and became your parents guardian angels. They had a daughter who was born a month after you were born Dean."

"What was her name?"

"I don't know. I didn't get to meet her. I just heard about her from your dad."

"Do you know anything that would have purple eyes?"

"Eyes the color of Barney?"

"No, Bobby, Like a real light purple."

"No not anything that I have ever heard of. Why?"

"I keep seeing them in my dreams. Their not menacing just hauntingly familiar. I really can't explain them."

"Well I do know that the Konstantine's helped your father for the longest, well until they had a falling out. About what I don't know. It wasn't long after that Justice and Judith died in what was said to be a car wreck. I don't believe it. Not for one minute. You're dad kept some things in one of his storage buildings. You might find some info if you looked."

"Any idea which one?"

"No,Dean, I don't." Bobby said as he took off his ballcap and ran his hand through his thinning hair. "Wait I do have something. Let me go get it."

He hurried up the stairs into one of the many rooms filled with various books and newspapers. Things he used for research. When he found what he was looking for he brought it downstairs and handed it to Dean.

"This is a picture of John, Mary, Judith and Justice that I could find. This was taken after Judith and Justice's wedding. Only thing is it's in black and white. They loved the old black and white style."

Dean took in a deep breath. "That's them. The people from my dream."

"Hey Bobby do you remember what happened to their daughter after they were in the accident?

"My guess? She went to foster care."

"If we had a name we could find her. How old was she when they died?"

"I'm guessing about fifteen or sixteen."

"I don't remember dad ever having any help."

"They fought a lot after your mom died. I'm guessing that they didn't spend a whole lot of time together after that. You're dad didn't come out and blame them but he didn't exactly not blame them either. Justice blamed himself though and couldn't get past the fact that they couldn't get past the steps up the porch."

"Wait! I just got an idea."

"What is it Sam?"

"We could search the DMV's records for anyone with purple eyes. It's going to be a long shot but it could work."

"It's not going to hurt either." Dean said as Sam fired up his laptop and started searching.

Hours later he still hadn't found anything. He jumped up and rubbed his eyes. "I am only half way through it and still haven't found anything. I thought we could just search for purple but no that's not an option. I could always try the police database but if she's never been in trouble then that's going to be another deadend."

"Well let's get some rest and think on it."