A/N: Yeah... idk about this chapter. I don't really like it, but I wanted to update. So, here's an update. On another note, I also wanted to point something out about Linus and Ocean's 11: I know, in the movies, he just wants to be one of the best thieves ever. But in my mind, I see him wanting to be something else as a child, and he uses the money he gets from the Benedict Job and all the other hiests he pulls with the Ocean's crew to help achieve that dream. So... yeah. I see Linus as wanting to help people more than becoming a great thief. Anyways. If you have any ideas for this story, please tell me. And review. I really, really want reviews. Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or X-Men: The Movie. Damn it...
He'd lost his parents to Demons when he was eight. They had been on a plane and after being up for exactly 40 minutes, it had gone down. No one knew what happened and the only clue they could find was sulfur on some of the remaining pieces of the plane.
That was when he had met John Winchester for the first time in five years. He didn't remember much of the man, seeing as he had only been three when he and John met, but he knew that the elder had been taught a lot by his parents about Hunting. He had stayed with John, as well as Sam and Dean, for the two weeks they were in town for the funeral and the investigation—he had nowhere else to go.
John had offered to take him to Pastor Jim Murphy, knowing that Jim would gladly take in another ward. Or maybe Bobby Singer, thinking that Bobby had always wanted a kid but had never gotten the chance after his wife died. And there was also Helen and Jo Harvelle, what with Helen beginning to get over her husband's death and little Jo having always wanted an older brother for some reason.
He'd declined, of course, stating that he didn't want to go with any Hunters, especially the active ones. He was only eight, and there was still a chance for him to be normal, just like his parents had always wanted him to be.
He thought he'd have gotten adopted. He thought he'd have been placed with a family that would love him even though they knew he'd never get over his parents' death and that he knew some odd things about the supernatural and how to speak Latin at age eight. He was wrong.
He never thought, not for a second, that he'd be bounced around from Foster Home to Foster Home until he turned 15, by then having lost all contact with Sam and Dean who he thought of as brothers.
At 15, he realized he was different than others. Not because he was an orphan and a Foster Child, and not because his real parents had been Hunters; no, he was different because he was a Mutant. That was about the same time other people realized he was different, too. Bad people. Bad people that had sent a very scary person to his school while he was in detention in order to capture him. He'd destroyed half of the school because of it.
It wasn't long before he was rescued from what he later learned was The Island, but it was long enough. And what with little Hunter instinct that he had left in him, he had helped get the others to safety. The voice in his head helped, too, but that wasn't the point.
Charles Xavier had met them all when they got outside, and he knew that Xavier could be trusted almost immediately. Even if the man had somehow known where they were, and had shown up in a helicopter no less, he just knew—part of being a Hunter was to know who your enemies really were.
That was why he also trusted Logan. Everyone else thought they hated each other, and while that may have been true to a certain extent, he also trusted the older man with his life. Because he knew. He knew what Logan was, and Logan had figured what he had been.
The only thing Scott Summers would ever admit to having in common with Wolverine was being a Hunter—and he was damn proud of that fact.
