"I can't believe all those vampires cleared this town out," Sam said, walking slowly alongside his brother. The surrounding area looked like a ghost town. The houses were faded and worn down, and there was trash everywhere. The trees were dying, and the only sounds that could be heard were the winds blowing through the town.
"It's not that hard to believe, Sammy," Dean said stowing his hunting tools back into his bag as they made their way back to the car. There was coughing from one of the abandoned houses, which caused Sam to stop.
"Someone's in one of these houses," he said.
"What are we gonna do?" Dean asked. "There's no one they can go to." Sam was already on his way to the house, causing Dean to scoff in agitation. Sam made his way around the house to what appeared to be the backyard, and saw a young boy crying while leaned up against a fence. He was a bit slim, with blond hair, and about medium height. Sam slowly approached him. The boy quickly tensed up, and started shaking.
"Stay back!" He yelled, taking out a wooden stake. "I won't let you take me too!"
"It's okay," Sam said, warmly. "I'm not here to hurt you. To prove it, I'll even show you that I don't have fangs."
He approached him and lifted his upper lip, revealing his gums. The boy looked at them closely, and once he saw what he needed to see, he gave him a nod. Sam lowered his upper lip.
"I'm guessing those monsters took your family," Sam said.
"Yeah," the boy replied, relaxing a bit. "There's no one left. I don't know how I'm going to live here."
Sam smiled and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Why don't you come with my brother and I?"
The boy looked at him. "Where to?"
"Well we…kind of go everywhere," Sam said. "We hunt supernatural beings. We came here when we heard about the people rapidly dying."
The boy nodded and stood up. "I guess if it's alright with you and your brother, I can tag along…"
"Of course it's okay with me," Sam said, smiling. "Dean…well, I'm not sure how he'll take it. But it wouldn't feel right to just leave you here."
The boy smiled. "Thanks. Oh, I'm Spencer, by the way."
"Sam," he said, extending his hand to the boy. "It's nice to meet you."
Spencer shook Sam's hand gently, and let go at the appropriate time.
"C'mon," Sam said. "Dean's probably getting pissed off because I just ran off." They walked around the house and back to where Dean was waiting. Once Dean saw Spencer, he looked right back at Sam.
"He's not coming with us, is he?" He asked bluntly.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Spencer. "Could you excuse us for a sec?" Spencer nodded, and Sam walked over to Dean, pulling him aside.
"Look," Sam started. "He's the only survivor, and it would be highly immoral to leave him here."
"And what are you planning on doing?" Dean asked. "Dropping him off at the nearest hotel? We can't just keep a stranger with us."
"Well…what harm would he cause?" Sam asked. "Maybe he could be a nice addition to our team."
"First of all," Dean said furiously. "We don't make 'additions' to our 'team'. And second, he's in danger right the minute he joins us."
"I'll protect him then," Sam said. "It's obvious that you won't."
Dean eyed Sam, and then walked over to Spencer, crossing his arms once he did. Spencer became nervous once Sam's intimidating brother approached him.
"Can you handle a gun?" He asked. "Stand up to things you'd think only would be in nightmares? Name? Age?"
"Um…" Spencer said, taken off guard by the sudden interrogation. "I guess if it was life or death, since I've never had to use one. Yes, because this experience I've had here has desensitized me to those…things a bit. Spencer. Eighteen."
Dean shook his head and walked back to Sam.
"Well," he started. "I already don't like it."
"W-Wait," Spencer said, approaching the guys. "I…have some…abilities…that I discovered when the vampires attacked."
"What kind of abilities?" Sam asked.
Spencer looked at Sam's arm, noticing a long scratch.
"May I?" Spencer asked, reaching for Sam's arm.
"Yeah," Sam said with a puzzled look on his face. Spencer gently grabbed his arm, and held his hand on the scratch. Spencer closed his eyes, and in a matter of seconds, the wound closed up. Sam's eyes opened wide, surprised by what Spencer just did.
"Whoa," Dean said in awe.
"It's a lot less work for you guys," Spencer said, releasing Sam's arm. "And I'm sure if it ever got too serious, it would be much less to explain to a bunch of doctors."
Dean looked at Sam, who looked back at Dean with a smile, suggesting that they take him. Dean rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Fine," Dean said. "But just so you know, Dad would be completely against this." He started walking back to the car.
"Like I care," Sam said. "Come on, Spencer."
Spencer followed Sam and Dean to their '67 Chevy Impala, got in the back seat, and after they all got in, Dean drove off onto the highway.
After a bit of silence, Sam turned in his seat so he could talk to their new comrade.
"Eighteen, huh?" He asked.
"Yeah," Spencer replied. "I was just trying to come to terms with the fact that I'd be living on my own soon, but I didn't expect it to happen this way."
"Well you're not on your own anymore," Sam said with a smile. "Did you have any college plans?"
"Yeah, Northern Arizona University."
"Oh cool," Sam said. "I went to Stanford. Almost went to law school, until my girlfriend was killed. Then I set out with my good ol' brother Dean."
"It's too bad she died," Dean said. "Who knows when a girl is gonna like you again?"
"Shut up," Sam said.
"Speaking of that," Dean said. "What kind of girls you into, Spencer?"
"Dean," Sam said in a disappointed tone.
"What?" Dean asked. "We're all guys here. I think that's a completely normal question."
Spencer looked very uncomfortable.
"Um," he began, with a shaky vouce. "I'm…n-not into girls."
Sam looked at Spencer as if what he said didn't compute. Dean looked into the rearview mirror to look at him.
"So," Sam started. "You're…gay?"
Spencer nodded. "Bingo."
"That's cool," Sam said with a genuine smile on his face. "Isn't it, Dean?"
"Yeah sure," Dean said. "It's better than being a demon."
Sam looked back at Spencer. "So what type of guys are you into, then?"
"Well," Spencer said. "I like stronger guys, who are taller, and sensitive, and caring…" A large smile was plastered on his face as he looked off into the distance during this description, but then snapped out of it. "Oh, uh…sorry."
"Aw," Dean said. "Sounds like he wants himself some Sam Winchester."
Sam blushed a bit and playfully shoved his brother.
"That would be pretty useless," Spencer said. "Hitting on straight guys is completely out of my morals." Spencer looked a bit anxious before he continued. "B-But…I will say, that you're pretty attractive, Sam."
"Uh, thanks," Sam said, smiling.
"I don't mean to creep you out or anything…" Spencer said. "Just stating my opinion."
"Oh no worries," Sam said. "The confidence boost is always nice."
"Get a room," Dean said.
Spencer laughed a bit, causing Sam to blush and shove his brother yet again. Sam was shaking his head, as if he was in disbelief of the things his brother was suggesting. Sam looked out the window, thinking about what Dean teased him about. It had been a while since Jessica died, but he'd never been with a guy before. He wasn't even sure if he was attracted to them. He knew taking along some random kid they found in an abandoned town could be potentially bad, but there was something different about this boy. Something he liked about him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Sam also wasn't uncomfortable with the fact that Spencer found him attractive. Also, not too sure why, but he wasn't questioning it. He, so far, had no regrets about bringing Spencer along with them. Even though Dean seemed indifferent to the boy, Sam was determined to get to know him more, and get him to feel more comfortable around them. He was worried about how Spencer would handle a hunt, but Sam's motivation for taking him along wasn't so Spencer help them with hunts.