A/N: Yay for Supernatural and Fullmetal Alchemist! Two of the best series to date!
"You think that you're so cool? That nothing that goes on here, everything that happens to us, you don't think that none of it effects you? Just because the whole demon thing didn't make you wet your pants doesn't mean that you've seen worse than everyone else here! I mean come on! You can't be older than twelve!"
Dean threw his hands up in the air as he shouted at the younger blonde boy across from him. He'd only met Edward Elric a few hours ago, when the kid had fallen from the sky and into the middle of a fall-out with a bunch of demons, but he was positive that he'd never seen anyone more aggravating. Even Bella hadn't been as bad as he was and that was saying a lot as far as he was concerned.
He watched as Edward scowled, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against one of the blood and sulfur coated trees in the park. "For your information, I'm not twelve. I'm sixteen." The younger boys voice was hoarse, why Dean couldn't fathom, but it didn't hinder the sound of annoyance in his voice.
"Sixteen! Oh, I'm sooo sorry! That is so much older than twelve." Dean's eyes shifted from the blonde, who still hadn't bothered to explain how he had gotten to the park they were in, to one of the many bodies that littered the ground.
The fight had been a messy one. At least fifteen, maybe twenty, people had been possesed and somehow they had mangaged to get a hold of pitchforks and axes. Where they had gotten pitchforks and axes from, he didn't know. After all, the last time Dean checked regular people -that lived in the middle of the city- didn't keep either of those things in their livingrooms!
"And what the hell is your problem, don't you see all the bodies everywhere? Why the hell isn't this bothering you?" It wasn't normal for a kid, any kid, to be so...So...Uncaring about things like this. Even when Sam and him were growing up, the blood and the killing had bothered him for years. To see someone else be so unbothered by it wasn't normal.
The blonde across from Dean stiffened, golden eyes narrowing, before he pushed himself away from the tree. "Why it doesn't bother me is none of your damn business." The boys voice was harsh. Harsh and cold and empty and Dean couldn't help but wonder, not for the last time, if that was what he had sounded like as a kid.
Edward was walking away now, hands shoved in his pockets, and Dean wasn't about to let him go like that. He opened his mouth, a look of rage on his face, when Sam put a hand on his shoulder.
"Dean." Letting out a muttered curse, Dean turned to face his brother. Sam just shook his head at him, for all the world looking like the whole thing wasn't bothering him in slightest. There was silence for a moment before Sam tightened his grip on the colt, fat load of good that had done them during the fight, and headed for the Impala. "Come on. We should go let Bobby know what happened."
Dean sighed and cast a look in the direction that the boy had walked off in. There was no sign of him now, just the blood coated ground and the bodies that littered the park. He could hear Sam shout at him impatiently from the Impala so, with another muttered curse directed at the boy that was no longer there, Dean headed to join his brother.
Maybe he'd be able to talk Sam into getting him some pie.
That was the first time that the Winchester's met him; yes, it was the first time but it wouldn't be the last.