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Sam sat up with a jolt, a plastic spoon hanging from his mouth. He sat up in disgust, yanking the cutlery out of his mouth angrily. He glared at Dean, tossing the spoon on the floor.
"Really? Man, I thought we were done with that stuff years ago."
"Your mouth was open, and the opportunity showed itself. Don't judge." He gestured to the garbage on the floor. "And don't leave litter all over my baby."
"Don't leave spoons in my mouth and it won't be a problem." Sam reluctantly reached down and put the spoon with the rest of their fast food trash. He sat back in his seat, pulling out the map. Sam gazed out the window, looking for a road sign.
"DEAN! STOP!" Sam shouted suddenly, ready to pull open his door.
Dean slammed the brakes, bringing the Impala to a screeching halt. "Sam! What the-"
Sam burst out the door, sprinting to the side of the road. Dean stepped out, and looked to where Sam was running. His blood ran cold. Sam was kneeling next to the body of a kid. Lying in the dirt, face up, completely motionless.
Dean ran over to Sam. On closer inspection, it was clear that the kid was a boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen. The boy was shirtless, shoe less, and wearing old pants. Sam had his fingers on the boys neck, checking for a pulse. He looked up to Dean and nodded. Dean relaxed. They weren't dealing with a dead body. Just a severely injured one. He leaned down and inspected the boys chest and abdomen. Both were bruised badly, and covered in scars and scabs, new and old.
"What the heck happened to this kid?" Dean muttered. He looked up at Sam to see him sadly shaking his head.
"Something bad." He muttered back. Then Sam took a deep breath. He probed the kids rib cage, feeling for a crack or broken bone. He winced.
"There might be a fractured bone here." He commented, still probing. He met Deans eyes. "Ambulance?"
Dean hesitated. Something in him really wanted to scream "No!". He felt like something wasn't right, and involving the authorities could be bad. "Let's get him into the backseat, out of the sun."
Sam nodded. He shifted aboved the kids head. Dean moved to the legs, and slid his arms underneath them to lift. Sam began to slide his arms under the kid, but quickly recoiled.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I think he's lying on a jacket or something." Sam said, lifting the boys shoulders with one hand. He gently raised the boy into a sitting position. Dean felt his stomach clench when he saw the boys head loll to the side, the sunlight iluminating a black eye and goose egg on his forehead. He looked to Sam. Sam's eyes widened.
"Dean." He hissed, still staring at the kids back. Dean set the kids legs down, and made his way over to Sam. He kneeled down and sat, unable to breathe for a moment.
"What the-" Dean stared, almost unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Scars decorated his entire back. Whip lashes, knife wounds, burns, and much more were on his back. However, that wasn't what made them pause. It was the wings.
This kid had wings.