ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ (ᴘᴛ 2)

Sam and Y/N, dressed in formal attire and posing as insurance agents, are speaking to a young woman.

"So, once again, we're very sorry to disturb you. We just really want to expedite that life insurance policy," Y/N says.

"Of course," the woman says.

"Okay." The woman takes them around the back, where a ladder leans against the wall.

"This is, um, where he fell."

"I see. Now, how exactly did he-" Sam says.

"He was just inside changing a light bulb. Must have lost his balance."

"Were you here when this happened?" Sam asks.

"No. I was out. Uh, the only one here was our daughter, Dakota." Inside, a creepy little girl is looking out at them. Something dark red is smudged on the window and railing.

"Poor kid," Y/N says. She pauses while she looks around, from the daughter to the red smear. "Well, uh, I think that's all we need."

"Okay," the woman says.

"We'll get out of your way now," Sam says.

"Thank you." The woman turns and goes up the stairs with Sam and Y/N behind her. They see a strange injury on the back of her neck: it's an oval, with multiple dots around it, like the mark from a sucker or teeth. Sam and Y/N look at each other with a frown.

==

Later, the two are back in the motel room on Sam's computer, doing research. Dean then enters.

"Something's wrong with the kids in this town."

"Yeah. Tell us about it," Y/N says as Sam looks at a website.

"So, what do you know about changelings?" Sam asks.

"Evil monster babies?"

"No, not necessarily babies."

"They're kids. Creepy, 'stare at you like you're lunch' kids," Dean says, realizing.

"Yeah. There's one at every victim's house," Y/N says. Later, Sam is seated on the bed as Dean prepares a kerosene torch. Y/N is still sat at the table.

"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," Sam says.

"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," Y/N says.

"And then there's dad and the babysitter."

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

"And fire's the only way to waste them?" Dean says, holding up the torch. Sam and Y/N nod.

"Yup."

"It's possible that if the mom dies unexpectedly, say falling down the stairs, while the changeling is there. Would it just leave or would it turn to the dad for feeding?"

"Well, like I said, they feed on the mom. But if the mom was to die, then it could possibly try to find a woman to feed on. One that is close to the father," Sam says. "Why?"

"Daniel's daughter, Alexis. Her mom died by falling down the stairs, watched the whole thing. When she met me, she asked if I was going to be replacing her mom. I also could have sworn I heard her whisper that 'I'll have to do.'"