Summary: This is a slight crossover with BVTS however mainly in the Supernatural universe. Mostly a story of two people in need finding each other.
I own nothing of Supernatural or BTVS
The room the lady had brought him to was sort of scary. There were a few hard chairs and one table; dull white walls and one had a large mirror on it that he just knew had someone on the other side. He didn't know how he knew he just did. He'd always known things about people and places he shouldn't, had always seen things others didn't, but he couldn't help it. It just happened.
Maybe that was why mommy didn't want him anymore? Not that she ever played with him or hugged him like the other mommies did with their kids. Usually she just told him to take care of himself then sat at the table drinking the funny smelling water. He didn't like mommy when she drank the funny smelling water. She seemed to go away, even though she was right there in front of him. Sometimes though she'd cry and scream at him, even if he didn't do anything. He really didn't like those times.
The Tony man was even worse though. When he drank the funny smelling water he got mean. He'd yell at Xander, throw things and sometimes hit him. If he cried the Tony man would make it worse, so he learned not to cry. Somehow he knew the Tony man wasn't his real daddy. The growly dog and the shadowy man in his head told him so. They gave him comfort when they could and promised it'd get better, but he didn't see how.
Xander envied the other kids whose parents took them to the park, or played in the yard with them. His never took him anywhere. The only toys he had were old empty bottles and box cartons. Most of his clothes were threadbare and too big on his small frame. Some days he didn't even get to eat because there was nothing but the funny smelling water around the house. He had tried some once and got sick. The Tony man had laughed then yelled at him for wasting it.
It had gotten really bad recently though he didn't know why. But the Tony Man had hurt him to the point he had to go to the hospital. Dark brown eyes stared down at the cast encasing his left arm. It still hurt, but not as much as it had. He'd learned early on how to handle pain. Still the nice people at the hospital hadn't believed that he simply fell. Soon more people came to talk to him, a couple of men in uniforms with shiny badges and some people in weird clothes. They asked him all sorts of questions, some he knew he wasn't supposed to answer, because the Tony man said not to. But the shadowy man in his head told him to answer them, and the growly dog purred, sending feelings of comfort. So he told them what happened.
Then the people in the weird clothes were taking him somewhere while the uniformed men had the Tony man and his mommy with them. The Tony man was yelling at everyone until they pushed him into a car with red and blue lights on it. His mommy didn't even look at him as she was led away and he knows the adults think he didn't hear her words but he did.
One man asked, "Don't you want to see your son?"
And she had replied, "He's not my problem anymore. Never wanted the mistake in the first place."
Her words had hurt his heart. His mommy hadn't wanted him. Did anybody want him? What would he do now? Where would he go?
The nice lady, Ms. Hailey, had taken him to a home for children who had lost their parents or like him had parents throw them away. She told him it'd be okay, but could he really believe that?
Though it wasn't so bad. At least he got to eat here, three times a day even. However, after so long of not having steady food he could barely finish most meals. And the other kids seemed alright and no one picked on him. No one yelled at him either, which he definitely liked.
He didn't know how long he'd been there when Ms. Hailey came and brought him to the room. The other kids called it the 'Meeting Room', where new parents came to see if they wanted to take a child as their own. He didn't know exactly what that meant, but some of the others made it seem like a good thing.
He hoped so.
When the door slowly opened he hunched over just a bit, leaning back in the chair for protection and trying to make himself a smaller target. From under scraggly chocolate brown locks he looked up at who had just walked in.
Ms. Hailey came in first a smile on her pretty face, but it was the tall man that came in after her that held his attention. Xander knew this man was dangerous by the way he held himself and the way he walked. The shadowy man in his mind whispered of training and soldiers. The growly dog sent feelings of protection and trust. Both seemed to like the man. It was his eyes that got Xander though. They were deep green with slight trepidation in them, yet they also seemed to scream out love and affection. No one had ever looked at him like that before.
"Hey Xander." Ms. Hailey knelt down next to him, speaking in a soft calm voice. "This is Dean Winchester. He's your daddy. Your real daddy." She amended after a moment.
"Hey there buddy." Dean squatted in front of him, a small smile on his face as he gazed at Xander.
Feeling a bit shy Xander waved his uninjured arm slightly. He hoped this man, his real daddy, would want him.
