Sorry about this, I know I have other fics that I should be finishing but I needed to write this down and share it with you. Sorry. Please enjoy itttttttt.

The first time Elliot Spencer met the Winchesters he was on his way to a bus stop in the next state over. By foot. He was eighteen years old, he was angry at his dad, angry at himself, and stomping his feet sore down the single main road in his town with a duffle slung over his shoulder. The road had been empty for over an hour now, so when he heard the rumble of an engine behind him he couldn't help but peek over his shoulder.

A beautiful black muscle car, a Chevrolet Impala, from the late sixties he suspected, was slowing down beside him. There was a man driving, looked to be in his mid-thirties, hadn't shaved in a while, the flannel under his military jacket was rumpled and stained—it was a U.S. Marines military jacket. In the back of the car was a boy, probably around fourteen or fifteen, his hair was cut short, military style like his dad's, he had a smaller boy sleeping in his lap. The smaller boy had shaggy hair, soft features, he was only about nine or ten years old.

"Where ya headed kid?" the man asked when he reached Elliot's side.

Elliot looked at him for a moment, he wasn't sure what to say. Elliot new everyone in his town and this man was just passing through, but he looked…trustworthy, so Elliot spoke, "Next state over, Sir."

The man smiled lightly when Elliot addressed him as Sir, "Hop in if yah want, we're headed that way anyways."

Elliot nodded his thanks and walked around to the passenger side of the car. "Thank you Sir, for the ride."

"No big deal," silence filled the car for a moment before the man continued, "M'name's John Winchester."

Elliot kept his eyes on the road, "Elliot Spencer."

"Those're my boys. That's Dean, the little one's Sam."

Elliot looked into the rear view mirror and nodded to the older boy who was awake, all he got in return was a blank face and a stare that was hard and cold. It was quiet for a few hours, Elliot was thankful for the silence. The Winchester family seemed nice enough but something about them was different. They seemed broken and Elliot had already had his fill with broken families, especially his own. When it started to get dark outside Sam, the smallest Winchester, woke up and the silence broke, loudly.

"Who're you?" Sam asked leaning over the seat, it startled Elliot who had been half asleep, he didn't answer in time, "Dean who's that?"

"Shut up Sammy." Dean grumbled.

"Dad? Who is he?"

Dean rolled his eyes and John chuckled, "This is Elliot, Sammy. We're givin him a ride."

Sam turned back to Elliot, his knees were on the back seat and he was leaning over so that he could see Elliot's face, "Hi Elliot, I'm Sam. Why're you goin to Texas?"

Elliot smiled, the boy was completely oblivious to idea that Elliot might be uncomfortable. This was home to him, he was in his most comfortable state and was inviting Elliot right into it without any qualms.

"Uh, I'm gonna join the military. There's a special base there that want's me."

He didn't miss John's eyebrow perk or Dean's head turn in curiosity.

"That's cool! My dad was in the Marine's, weren't chyah dad?" John nodded and looked at Elliot briefly before looking back at the road, "Good for you son."

When they crossed the Texas line both the boys in the back were asleep but Elliot was wide awake.

"Where to?" John asked.

"The nearest motel? Just gonna head in for the night and take a bus in the morning."

"How about this," John said smiling at him, "My boys and I are hittin the hay in a motel, you join us, and tomorrow morning, I drive you to where you need to go."

"Sir I couldn't—" Elliot began but John shook his head.

"Listen kid, we're gonna be at the motel for a couple'uh weeks. No reason for you to pay for a room for one night when you can crash with us. I've got a job I need to start on tomorrow morning so I'll give yah a ride into town."

Elliot nodded in defeat, "I don't know how to thank you."

"Just doing as I say is thank you enough. I don't get to do too many nice things nowadays."

Elliot wondered why that was.

When they got to the motel it was almost midnight. John unloaded the car while Sam and Dean got ready for bed. Elliot was setting up his sleeping bag on the opposite side of the room when he heard Sam fussing over his older brother.

"Come on Dean—"

"Let it go Sammy."

"No Dean, Dad gave me an order. He said I had to help you clean it, not sit still, lemme get the first aid kit."

Elliot observed silently as Dean removed his shirt. There were a couple of old scars and a couple of new ones but just underneath his right shoulder blade was a fresh gash, it was long and deep and swollen and Elliot could legitimately not imagine how a kid his age could have contracted such a wound. He watched as Sam threaded a suture needle and started to stitch up his brother's wound, after he disinfected everything of course.

Elliot stood and cleared his throat, Sam looked up at him, "Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Yah know, if you want I can show you a different stitch, it helps the skin heal faster and tighter together. Less infection and a smaller scar."

"Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded silently and Elliot walked over to the bed and began to show Sam the pattern. He figured Dean didn't want some sort of anesthetic, and even if he did they probably didn't have any.

"How do you know how to do this?" Sam asked him.

"I'm from a really small town. I was a volunteer EMT all throughout high school."

"Why?"

"I like to help people."

"We like to help people too." Sam told him.

When Elliot finished with Dean's gash he stood, Dean turned as he slipped his shirt back on, "Thank you."

Elliot looked up surprised, it was the first time Dean had addressed him directly, "You're welcome." Elliot was going to ask Dean how he got the wound but then thought better of it, "I knew a kid who had a gash like that once, but it was on the palm of his hand. Dumb kid grabbed the wrong side of a table saw."

Dean chuckled, his mouth upturned in a sideways grin, "This table saw got away."

Elliot didn't know what to say to that. He couldn't help but feel like the younger one in the room. Dean was much too young to be old.

Later that night Elliot was sitting on the porch outside their motel room with John while the boys slept, it was almost two in morning, but neither of them could sleep.

"You're going to the special ops base just inside the Texas-Kansas border." John said. It was a statement not a question.

Elliot nodded, "How did you know?"

"You said a special base want's you. Ain't nothing special about any regular military base," Elliot nodded again and John continued, "You're reflexes, they're impeccable. You can hit a bullseye with your eyes closed, you hit like a freight train…" John listed.

"Sir how did you—"John cut him off with a smile, "I got a buddy I served with that leads that entire special ops unit. I can see all of that with you because it's in my boys. They already want Dean. My buddy met Dean when he was just eight years old. When Dean was eight he knew when he was being tailed and he could pelt you in the head with a rock from twenty-five yards away. I started seeing it in Sam too."

Elliot raised his eyebrows, "Will they go?"

John shook his head, "No they won't. They have a different job to do." John didn't speak for the rest of the night so neither did Elliot.

The next morning when Elliot woke it was nine o'clock, the boys were already awake, Dean was frying eggs in a dingy pan, Sam was already eating, rambling on about some sort of giant squid that he saw on tv.

"Your eggs'll be ready in two minutes. OJ's in the fridge," was all Dean said.

"Uh, thanks." He sat down across from Sam who smiled goofily at him, he had toast in his mouth still. Elliot chuckled. Sam swallowed loudly and said, "My dad's gonna be back soon, he said to tell you to pack your things before he gets here."

"So what branch you goin into?" Dean asked as he set Elliot's plate down.

"Uh well…" Elliot thought about it and he didn't see the harm in telling the kid, his Dad knew already, "Special Ops."

Dean rose his eyebrows slightly and nodded in approval, "You're what sixteen? Ever think about going into the military?" Elliot braved.

Dean scoffed, "I'm fourteen and I been in a completely different type of military fighting a completely different type of war since I was four years old. You got you're battles to fight and we've got ours."

Eliot was taken aback, he had no idea what that meant and he was too afraid to ask. Sam changed the subject quickly and deliberately, "Do you have any brothers or sisters Elliot?"

"I've got a sister, she's your age."

"Is she sad that you left? I know I'd be sad if Dean left."

"Sammy," Dean warned but Elliot shook him off, "It's okay. And yeah she's sad, but I don't see her very much. You see, we have different dads and she lives with her dad most of the time."

The rumble of the impala was heard through the thin motel walls. Elliot stood and grabbed his bags, "Thanks, for lettin me stay here with you and your dad."

"We didn't let you, dad let you." Sam told him and Elliot smiled down at him, "You did too."

"See yah around, maybe." Dean said holding out his hand. Elliot took it in his own, "Yeah maybe."

This was not the last time Elliot Spencer would cross paths with the Winchesters.

Hey guys! I really needed to put this down and share it with you bc leverage is amazing and I love Elliot spencer with all of my heart. Also spn is and forever shall be my fave. This is NOT a slash fic, Elliot and Dean are purely friends. R&R hope you guys liked it! One Love. Liz.