Title: Safe and Sound
Premise: Caden Bennett, fifteen, has been in foster care for the past four months after the unfortunate and tragic death of his mother Jane. Arrogant and angry at the world, and developing powers he doesn't understand he runs away, only to find Sam Winchester whose just lost his brother to hell.
June of 2008
He couldn't remember what state he was in, Nebraska, Kansas? It didn't seem to matter. He didn't care where he went, he couldn't care if he lived till the next day, all he wanted was Dean to be back and not burning in hell.
He gripped the wall tighter, his knuckles white as he veered off the road, driving through corn, before getting onto the two asphalt road. He could almost hear his brother complaining about how bad his driving was. Well Dean's dead. He tells himself, Dean can't do a damn thing about it.
The silhouette of a person is seen in the headlights just before the bumper of Sam's car rams into him. There was a thudding sound as the body hit the asphalt nearly five feet away, silently and hurriedly Sam climbed out of the car.
"Shit." Sam murmured.
Just what he needed, the boy couldn't have been sixteen. He had long locks of hair that were caked in mud it would be a medium brown, his face was rounded aside from the set jaw as if he hadn't lost all of his baby fat yet, his eyes were fluttering open, they were electric blue and part of his shirt was up revealing his bone thin chest. There was a line of blood tripping from his lip.
"You alive?" Sam questions roughly shaking the boy, the only sound he got was moaning.
His fingers pressed onto the boy's neck, there was a slight pulse. Scoping the boy up under the knees and the head, his body went limp in Sam's arms. He laid him into the backseat of the car, trying to be as careful as humanly possible but the boy grimaced in pain.
They were in the middle of nowhere, Sam had no idea as to which direction he should drive in. He wasn't sure if the kid could make it anyway. There was a small voice in his head, leave him here, and go help Dean, but most of him was saying drop the kid off at the hospital and run, before the questions.
"Stay with me."
His only response was the sound of heavy breathing.
"That'll only make it worse if you're ribs are broken."
It was cold and harsh, but the world was cold and harsh. Slowly Sam found his way to civilization on a highway. The hospital was in disarray, but it was a hospital. He parked the car, skidding slightly. The kid rolled forward and this time it was a yelp of pain.
"Sorry," Sam whispered half-heartily, the kid was retracted now holding his arms to his chest, "come on," roughly he tore the arms from the body and placing the kid in his arms.
He was dangerously thin, he could feel every rib the boy had even through his own two layers of jackets and the boy's thin shirt.
"What happened?" a nurse asked.
"I found him lying on the side of the road."
There was a call for a cot, Sam placed the boy down. He watched him being pulled away, and the doors closing. There were looks from the people waiting in the lobby, normally he'd say something but instead he turned and standing in the parking lot, arms folded and a frown on her face, was Ruby.
"I can't believe you found him."
I should be used to this, the half-full remarks, Sam thought to himself, "found who?"
"The kid, was there anyone else you met tonight?" asks Ruby as if it should have been obvious.
"Were you following me or something?"
"Oh not just me, Sam, that kid he's important."
"Why?"
Ruby blinked and hesitated before answering, "I dunno, just do. He's always been one of the side missions, to try and find him. His mom was pretty good with voodoo, kept him off our radars for a long time until we last his trace."
"Tell me what's so important about him."
"Let's just say, he's just like you," and then underneath her breath, "in more ways then one."
"So he has demon blood in him?"
Ruby nodded, "you're getting a lot quicker, now go get the kid and you and I can get out of here."
"He probably needs surgery! Did you forget that part about being human?" Sam snapped back.
"Someone is PMSing, all right fine. Get the kid as soon as possible."
Ruby walked away, leaving him once again with a million questions. How would he explain this one? He walked into the lobby again, avoiding the glances he tried to make himself comfortable on the wooden chairs. His eyelids seemed to be just getting heavier and heavier, and they closed shut.
He woke to someone shaking him, when his eyes opened there was a small doctor who looked Indian and he was shaking, "sir I think your brother is awake."
"My brother?" Sam immediately looked up, a small hope that Dean was there, somehow alive, "how is he?"
"In a lot of pain, he hasn't eaten in days and he's broken a rib. And badly bruised a few others."
And then it occurred to him, the kid.
"You think….never mind, Doc when can I check my brother out?"
It felt like a betrayal calling the other kid brother, when his actual brother was in hell. It stung. Dean was in hell and he was babysitting some kid.
The doctor blinked, "legally in tomorrow after a night of observation but we recommend a few more days, were you aware he hasn't been eating?"
Sam faltered and stammered for an answer, "uh. Sort of."
"Sort of? This is a very serious case of malnourishment."
Sam rolled his eyes, "look we just lost our parents it's been a big tough."
It was the first lie that came to mind, it seemed to have worked as the Doctor walked away. Pushing himself up, he groaned, his back ached from the position he had slept in.
The kid was awake, eyes open slightly watching the Today Show on the fuzzy little T.V.
"Are you the one who hit me with the car?" he croaked out.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?" he replies holding his chest, "that friggin hurt man."
He winches in pain, closing his eyes tightly. Sam shook his head and snorted.
"That's your come back? It friggin hurt."
"Well it did."
The room fell silent, dead silent. There was the sound from the T.V. but it was low. Sam walked forward taking the remote from the bedside table and flicking the T.V. off. The boy's eyes look to him.
"What's your name?"
The boy hesitated and licked his lips, "Caden."
"Caden?" asks Sam, it was an unusual name, then again according to Ruby the mom knew voodoo.
"You got a problem with it? It's better than Apple, and what's your name?"
"Sam. How old are you?"
Caden huffed, "seventeen."
"Try again."
Caden looked down and mumbled, "I'll be sixteen in a few month," he played with the end of his frayed blankets.
"Your mother she into Voodoo?"
Caden looks slightly offended, "do I look black to you?"
"Not exactly what I meant. Did your mother-
"My mother was perfectly normal, nice and kind and sweet. Everything I'm not and nothing I will ever be. Don't talk about my mother, ever." He snapped.
"Fine."