See You Later, Innovator.

Chapter 1

"Dean, hurry up!" Sam yelled through the bathroom door. "We're gonna be late!" He shouldered his backpack as Dean emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing from the top of the door frame.

"Shut up," the older teenager grumbled as he ran a towel over his damp hair.

Sam sighed at his brother. "You realize if we're late again, we'll get detention."

Dean shrugged. "We're just going there until Dad comes back, anyway. It's not like it matters."

Sam was about to make a bitterly repugnant reply when there was a light knock on the door. He grimaced at Dean before turning to open it.

The brothers were surprised to see an unfamiliar teenaged face greet them.

"Uh, h-hey," the blonde boy stuttered and adjusted the bag on his shoulder. "My dad's, uh, working a job with your dad and John told us where you guys were so my dad dropped me off." His voice was quiet with a slight English accent to it.

Dean dropped the towel on the couch and stepped past Sam into the boy's personal space. "And your dad is?"

He looked up at Dean for a split second before looking away with a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Mal," he said, "Mal Reynolds. I'm Lucas, by the way." Lucas hesitantly held out his hand to be shaken.

Dean slipped his hand into Lucas's as he asked, "Reynolds? Like Cassie Reynolds?" He glanced at Sam then back to the boy in front of him.

"You know Casserole?" Lucas grinned. Dean nodded. "That's my cousin. I haven't seen her in a few years."

Dean chuckled lightly. "Well, she's got a good head on her shoulders. I'm Dean and this is Sammy."

"It's Sam," he sighed as he rolled his eyes.

Lucas raised his hand in a poor attempt at a wave. "'s nice to meet you," he mumbled.

Dean stepped forward and clapped a hand on his shoulder, leading him into the room. "Well, make yourself at home."

Sam jabbed Dean in the ribs with his elbow and hissed, "We've got school."

"Oh yeah," he grumbled. "You comin' with us?"

Lucas shook his head. "Uh, no. I-I'm not enrolled anywhere," he huffed out quickly.

"Well, then I guess I have to stay here," Dean announced, sitting down gracelessly onto one of the beds.

Lucas and Sam turned to Dean, Sam with a bitchface and Lucas with a nondescript scowl.

"You don't have to stay here, Dean. I can look after myself," Lucas said forcefully, probably the first time in his life he'd ever spoken like that to someone outside his family.

Dean blinked in surprise. "Kid, don't get me wrong, but you're scrawny. You need someone to watch you."

"He'll be fine. Besides, you still have to drive me," Sam attested and crossed his arms.

Lucas looked between the two brothers then sat down carefully on the small motel couch.

Dean sighed. "Alright, I guess we'll leave him here." He picked up his backpack from the bed and headed towards the door before turning back to Lucas. "Don't leave this room," he instructed with a pointed finger in the blonde boy's direction. "And don't let any maids in." With that, the Winchesters left the room and headed to school.

Lucas sighed and dropped his bag next to him on the couch. He unzipped the main pocket and pulled out a sketch pad and a G-2 Pilot pen. He haphazardly sketched the basic shapes of the furniture in the room before looking at it from a different angle and scrapping the page entirely and starting again. Lucas grabbed a pencil from his bag and drafted the shape of a head and shoulders onto the new paper, erasing and redrawing until it looked right. He then thought back to the boys that he'd met in the room about an hour ago. He decided he liked the ruggedness of Dean's features so he put pencil to paper and drew two piercing eyes below hard eyebrows.

After adding a jaw line, hair, and freckles, Lucas quickly shaded the sketch and called it a day, putting his supplies back into his bag and kicking it to the floor so he could stretch out on the lumpy piece of furniture. He turned on the tv with the remote and tried to find a decent channel, failing miserably. He turned the tv back off and shrugged himself into the crevice of the couch and took a nap.

When Lucas woke up, the Winchesters had returned. Dean was at the end of the couch, slapping his foot and telling him that they'd brought back food. Lucas made a noise of acknowledgment and stood, stretching his arms above his head. He walked to the table where two white paper bags holding burgers sat. Lucas peered into one and grabbed the first bundle of paper, unwrapping the burger and taking a bite, sliding into one of the cheap motel chairs.

"So what'd you do, sleep all day?" Dean asked from the edge of the bed through a huge bite of meat, lettuce, and bread.

Lucas shook his head and shrugged a bit. "I drew a little," he mumbled behind sesame seed buns. Dean's eyebrows rose with piqued interest.

"You draw?" he asked. Lucas shrugged again and nodded slightly. "Maybe you could show me some of your drawings?"

Lucas coughed into his fist and tried not to choke on his burger. There was no way he was showing Dean his drawings. He shook his head in a stuttering motion. "N-no, that's…uh, they're kinda-"

Dean held up his hand to stop the boy from rambling. "Alright, sorry. You don't have to."

Lucas shifted in his seat and slumped lower, taking a hesitant bite from the burger in his slightly trembling hands. Sam looked from the scared 14-year-old to his brother.

He cleared his throat and rested his fork in the salad he had been eating. "So, has Dad said anything about the hunt?"

Dean continued looking at Lucas for a moment before answering, "Nah, he hasn't called."

Sam nodded and looked to Lucas who shrugged, "Dad sent me a wave. Said they'd be back in a day or so."

"A wave?" Dean asked with one eyebrow raised. "As in-" he raised his hand as a demonstration, "wave?"

Lucas became flustered and shook his head. "N-no, um, like a…message?" He dropped his gaze to his lap and slid further down in his seat , tossing his burger down on the table in front of him. Sam and Dean shared a confused gaze.

"Okay…?" Dean shrugged and looked to Sam.

Lucas squirmed in his seat before muttering something and running to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and leaned against it with his head in his hands. He could tell that the Winchesters thought he was weird and he'd understand if they wanted him to leave, he could be out before sundown. Out of frustration and nervousness, Lucas began heaving what little he ate of his burger into the toilet. After wiping his mouth and flushing, he heard a hesitant three-hit knock on the bathroom door.

"Lucas?" Dean's soft voice carried through the door. "You okay?"

Lucas sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and opened the door a crack. His breath hitched when he saw Dean's emerald eyes glowing with empathy. Lucas nodded tentatively.

Dean glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sam wasn't looking and slid into the undersized bathroom with the nervous blonde boy, closing the door carefully behind him. Lucas was surprised to feel Dean's strong arms gather him in a hug.

a/n: Just real quick I'd like to say that the Cassie they talk about is another OC I have that I'm working on a fic for so look out for her. I also will probably have an actual picture of Lucas on my DeviantArt at some point and you will be notified when that happens.

And thanks for reading!