AN: READ THIS! IT WILL EXPLAIN! This story is mostly in the point of view of Amy's son in the episode that Dean killed Sam's old friend and her son saw. His name is Jacob, and this is his journey to kill Dean. I will be writing this story with my friend, Ron, who will be doing all the dialogue. I do not own any Supernatural characters. There will be a few OCs.
Every time Jacob closed his eyes, all he saw behind his eyelids was his mother's blood, all over the floor. His dreams were filled with the evil man who took his mother away from him. The man invited Jacob to try to kill him, but Jacob took that as taunting words, not an actual challenge. He was only a kid; how could kill the monster that killed his mother! Because it was a monster, it couldn't have been a human that would take a mother from her young son. Jacob was now living in the streets to avoid social services. They wouldn't understand his eating habits. But now he was hungry and he didn't know how to get his own food. His mom had always provided him with the human brains he needed to survive.
He stumbled down the street, starving, and looking for a dry place to sleep for the night. Jacob suddenly bumped into something hard. He looked up and saw a tallish man with a dark beard and overgrown, greasy hair. He suddenly had the irrational thought that the man looked like Severus Snape from the Harry Potter movies. The man was wearing dirty clothes and smelled of sweat.
Jacob didn't know that the man was an angel, a rather low level servant of Zachariah, and when his master died by the hands of Dean Winchester, he went into hiding. He knew he was weak enough to be killed by humans, so he waited until he could safely kill Dean Winchester without the wrath of his pet angel, Castiel, killing him. And wouldn't you know the perfect chance literally just ran into him. The kid was clearly hungry, and the angel knew that it wasn't for pizza by reading the kids mind. The only really useful power he had was mind reading at close distances, so he knew that the kid wanted Dean Winchester gone as well.
"You look tired. Come with me and I can help you with your problem." The tall man said to him.
"You don't know that. You don't know my problems." Jacob replied trying to move out of the man's way.
"I know you want Dean Winchester killed. Isn't that a problem?" The man said stepping in front of him.
"Who's that?" Jacob asked with confusion on his young face.
"It's the monster that took your mother away from you." He replied smiling seeing the anger fill the small boys face.
"And who are you?" Jacob asked through his teeth.
"I can give you the skills to destroy the Winchester. For now, you may call me master." The man replied with an evil smile growing on his face.
"But…but…what about food?" Jacob asked uncertainly.
"I can get you exactly what you need as long as you follow my directions exactly." The man said as the boy came to his side. "Can you do that?"
"Yes, Master." The boy replied quietly.
Jacob was apprehensive as he followed his "Master" through the streets to his new home. He knew his life was about to change even more, and he had the feeling this new life would involve more pain. But what else could he do? Where else could he go? He was so hungry…for Dean Winchester's blood. He would eat that monster's brain someday, he knew he would.