It was suppose to be taken as a threat, Sam knew that. But the kid didn't look like anything menacing now that he was bed ridden in a hospital gown least four times his size. He's eyelids were struggling to stay awake, exhaustion.
"Go to sleep."
"Don't tell me what to do." Caden snapped.
Sam rolled his eyes, a long time ago maybe even two months ago when Dean was still here, he would have had more patience with the kid he nearly ran over. But now, he stood.
"Go to sleep, Caden." His voice was much more firm than it had before.
Eerily he sounded like his father, he shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind. Caden glared back at him, defiant.
"You are not the boss of me. I don't have to do a thing you say. And sides I'd think you'd be a little apologetic to me, you nearly killed me before."
Sam huffed in a breath, running his hands throughout his hair, he was getting a new appreciation for fathers with rebellious sons, at this rate he would get nowhere. He stepped forward resting his head against the wall.
"Do whatever the hell you want then," he decided to say after a few moments, "drive yourself into the ground see if I care."
Sam could hear Caden turning in the bed, the sheets ruffled and he let out a soft cry of pain. Moving would irate his injuries, again he didn't say a word, let the kid figure it out himself.
"Well?" Ruby asks, strutting into the room, "come on let's go."
Caden turned, letting out a yelp of pain. He held his chest.
"Moving won't help your injuries."
"Gee thanks Einstein."
Ruby licked her lips and turned to look at Sam, arms folded over her chest. She nodded her head towards the kid.
"I cannot just take him, it's called kidnapping."
Caden's eyes instantly perked up, he attempted to sit before falling backwards. Wishing he could just disappear, the guy Sam seemed off from the start and the chick looked worse with that devil grin of hers.
"Then make up some lie, it's not gonna be long until….people are after him, people like me."
"People like you?" asks Caden his eyes widened, "are you one of the black eyes?"
Sam looked to Ruby, "how do you know about them?"
Caden looked down, "they killed my mother."
Sam looked down, mouth opened, "I'm sorry, but Ruby here she's not like them, she helps me."
"Helps?"
"Save innocents," Ruby cut in, "just like you, Caden."
"Where's your father?" asks Sam reaching for the stack of torn clothing that Caden had.
Caden blinked, "dunno. Walked out on mom when I was a baby."
Sam reached for the wheel chair in the corner of the room, wheeling it towards the bed. He nodded his head to it.
"I'm not leaving."
Sam sighed, "are you gonna wait for them to call Child Services? Guessing by the way you have no parents you're in the system am I right?"
Caden swallowed and nodded looking downward, "how can I trust you? I don't know you."
"Well it's either stay here or get killed by the black eyed people your choice," Ruby replied sarcastically.
"Ruby," Sam snapped turning to look at Caden, "I brought you here didn't I? I could have let you die out on the road."
"Doesn't mean anything."
"Look we don't have much time, either the kid gets in the chair or I knock him out and we put him in the chair." Ruby glanced behind her.
"You heard her."
Caden winced in pain as he put pressure onto his arms, lifting himself slightly before falling. Sam grabbed under his arm, trying to be a bit more careful. With much grunts of pain from Caden and annoyance growing in Sam, they managed to get him into the chair.
SPNSPN
"Here eat it." Sam tossed a burger from the drive thru at Caden.
Caden stared at it. He didn't make any move towards it.
"What?" Sam demands, pressing his foot further, accerlating forward, "is it too painful?"
"Well, sort of and no. I can't eat this."
Just his luck to pick up the vegetarian, Sam took the wrapped burger and tossed it out the open window.
"I can't eat it because I have a glutton allergy."
"What the hell is glutton?"
Caden looked down, "it's kind of like wheat. I can't have bread or anything with bread unless it's labeled glutton free."
"Fantastic anything else you'd like to mention?"
Caden looked down, "where are you taking me?"
"A motel room, I can give you another dosage of morphine there."
The pain was endurable with the morphine. It was. Really, okay not really. But it was much better with it. Caden bored found interest in the books scattered on the floor of the Impala. Resurrecting was one of the titles, the others were in Latin.
"You want to resurrect someone?"
Sam's eyes glared, and flashed angrily, "don't look at those and no it's just research."
Caden placed the book down, "if you do, let me know I'll bring my mother back."
The car came to a screeching halt, the books among other objects rolling into the front. Sam violently turned off the radio.
"You will absolutely not! How do you think she'd feel? You'd be selling your soul for her! But of course you wouldn't care because you'd be dead and she'd have to deal with living without you."
Caden blinked, not really understanding what he was saying.
"They never understand, people who make deals. They think they're doing the right thing, the right thing is to let the person die and to not bring them back to move on with their life!" Sam hit the dashboard, it made a harsh sound.
"You have some anger issues there buddy, you know there's classes for those?" Caden asks smiling cheekily.
It took all of Sam's self-restraint not to throttle Caden, this was not going to be easy. This kid just couldn't sense the temperature in the room.
"Really though, think about it." He turned flicking on the radio, to "London Calling" by the Who, singing softly along with it.
Sam reached forward, clicking the radio off. Caden looked away, his eyes glaring at the scenery as it drove past. He wouldn't admit it, but going back to a motel with a complete stranger sounded a whole heck of a lot better than going home or going back to the streets.
"Are you and that Ruby chick together?" asks Caden kicking his legs out from underneath him.
"Careful about the leather!" Sam cried, the car would be in perfect condition for Dean, he promised him.
Caden raised his hands, "well?"
"She's a good friend."
"Good friend that means sex, and you know I'm fifteen and not five. So congrats she's hot."
"I am not discussing this with you."
Caden smirks, "all right, fine. Can see where that would get uncomfortable."
"Do you ever shut up?" asks Sam.
Caden looked away, the last time someone said that to him he got hit. It was from his first foster father, Steve. He'd talk to try and not talk about himself, it was easier. He looked down.
"Look I'm sorry, it's just life hasn't been a box full of chocolates for me lately," and then Sam looked at the disarray of Caden's clothing, "and neither has it for you, but let's just try and not get killed. Seem fair to you?"
Caden nodded, resting his head against the cold window, praying sleep and sweet dreams would come easily tonight.
A/N: do you like Caden? Please review.
