Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and if I did, Bobby, Balthazar, and Gabriel wouldn't have died. The only thing I do own is the characters I made up. I've been getting ideas all around from the shows I watch to the books I read. Anyways anyone of the characters is up to fair game with a disclaimer except mine.

CHAPTER THREE

Paul walked the sidewalk deep in thought of the previous hours. Okay so he probably should have taken the days off but he couldn't help it if people were offing themselves and it happened to seem like something a lot more than just suicidal idiots. He frowned. Okay suicidal idiots was a bit harsh. If he wanted to think about it, everyone had in themselves a side that was suicidal. That didn't stop him from drowning in self hostility and pain though. And anyone who went to therapy and believed it when the quack said it would get better in time was lying.

Paul you are too nice to stay away from. Please, please, please don't leave me alone here! Tell ya what, we stick together through thick and thin and maybe one day you could understand what I see talking to you for five minutes. Deal?

Shaking the sudden image away, he turned to his right and glared. He knew there had been something suspicious about this place and he was right. That was but a memory and he hadn't brought it to the surface in so long he was still reeling from the normalcy he had once had in life. Missy begging him to stay along with him had been one of the memories he kept from thinking about.

Puh-lease! I'm glad you and I could be friends despite how you act. Could I get at least one smile from you that comes from you and not because you have to? You try to make others think you are fine but you aren't. I know it. I love you my friend and as friends it's my job to make you smile until you hurt. How could I leave you hanging?

Quickly shaking the next image out of his head, he sighed and glanced around until his eyes fell on the black vehicle parked on the other side of the street. Cursing his inability to see it earlier, he knew just who the fuck those two were. The vehicle was a 1967 Chevy Impala and the only imbeciles he knew to own a vehicle like that were two hunters by the last name of Winchester. The Winchester brothers were known to be caught on television for some hunt or another and almost exposed the supernatural world a time or three. It was luckily that people were more skeptical about the supernatural and less inclined to believe something that they thought was absolute fantasy.

He remembered being told that exposure that brought people to seeing the truth only led to paranoia to the extreme and learning about the witch trials once when he had been in school, he believed it. It only took one person to learn the truth and prove to everyone they knew that it was true. It then lead to a lot more issues and people going nuts.

You are nuts though. Life only got easier when you weren't trying to survive day by day and now, it was the only thing that seemingly did you good.

Backing up from the sidewalk, he probably should have known they'd be staying in that particular hotel. It was the only one around for miles and if it was in the newspaper or on the radio, then the Winchester nitwits were all over it. Not this time he thought wryly. He went to turn around and get as far as he could from the place until the car left but didn't get so much as a step in when he was grabbed from behind.

In response to the shocking surprise, he quickly swung his elbow backwards. Hearing the groan that emitted, he knew he had hit his target. He fought to get away from the ambush but was flipped onto the ground before he could even attempt it. He was definitely fighting them though and if they had to take him banged and beaten then they would have to deal with it. There was no way that he was going to let them get off lightly just because they decided to kidnap them.

"Easy kid, we don't want to hurt you."

He was definitely a moron.

Paul was going to call the long-haired moron idiot number one from now on. Sighing at their stupidity, he kicked one of them hard enough that they were hobbling from the pain he caused to their knee when he struck out and then brought his head back and connected with the other's forehead. He was satisfied to hear cursing and didn't stick on the ground long enough to hear anymore of it. But they proved they were somewhat intelligent by actually pinning him fully down to the ground before he could even get a move on. He wasn't making it easy for them though and he wasn't going to start. He struggled up a storm even when they had him successfully tied and limited his movements by binding his legs and wrists with rope.

"You think this is going to hold me for long?" He asked and he heard one of them snort, whilst the other one was slightly limping still.

"No but it will be enough to question you," Idiot number two answered with a shit eating grin.

He definitely was the more moronic one of the two. Despite that, he only gave a curious glare at the two's idea of taking people captive. Really, is that how the Winchesters planned on getting any information on him? It wasn't going to happen, not by a long shot.

"Taking me to your room to have your way with me huh?" He asked sarcastically and he was sure the moronic one of the bunch almost dropped him. The one that was slightly taller and still hobbling, was still trying to keep a hold on him so he didn't fall.

These two were more amazing than he had initially thought. So he didn't think that they were amazing in a sense that he was awed by them but he was pretty sure that they would have probably rode a little too much in the short bus or severely lacked brain cells. Either way he really thought that they were beyond kidnapping.

He let the taller one tie him to a chair once the two hoisted him up to their hotel room and didn't even fight them as they trudged up the stairs. Seriously, it wasn't like he was going to let them get away with this. He was going to beat them within an inch and then call the local police on them. He'd just have to hightail it before the police got wind of him. They weren't fans of runaways and itched to condemn them to a life of orphanages and foster care. That wasn't happening.

They tied him down to a wooden chair, not even thinking to untie the other ones whilst the stupidest of the bunch had a gun trained on him. Gritting his teeth, he saw that they weren't leaving anything to chance. They even handcuffed him to the seat as a precaution and could only hope that they didn't dole out treatment like this. With demons and the creatures of the night that killed, Paul could understand but not someone human like him.

"So anyway I can get out of these ropes anytime soon," Paul drawled seeing as they were sharing a look. "It won't get you off the hook but at least you'll live."

"This coming from a kid," The shorter one snorted.

Paul really had to learn their names.

He didn't pay much attention to their misdemeanors and felonies as he did the monsters they hunted. Easy tactics that could have been solved way better but how would he know, he had only been doing this since he left home.

"What you don't know can't kill you," Paul reflected the true meaning. "Or it could. Basically I don't care if you rot in hell."

The taller one raised an eyebrow at that and shared a look with the other one. Yup, they were totally co-dependent, but Paul knew that. He also knew that they would sell anybody else and get them killed for each other. At least that was what was associated with the people close enough to them to get killed. Talk about the semantics of it all, Paul thought. They had people who cared so much that it sometimes hurt and yet they ended up dead more than not. It really did suck and he also heard that one of their close friends had died sometime last year. He bet they felt responsible for that one.

"So you gonna talk?"

"I think you should introduce yourselves first," Paul stated pointedly.

He may have been tied and even handcuffed to a chair but he would kill himself before he had them get the upper hand just because they were the ones that were free.

"Hell where did you learn to fight like that kid?" The taller one remarked instead.

Paul could tell they were absolutely still hurting from that. He was glad that they got a lasting impression of him then. Maybe it would teach them right not to underestimate someone just because of how they looked or their age. His eyes narrowed at what they had thought. If he was just a kid, well this kid just honed in and handed their asses to them before they got to tie him up.

"I didn't have the same teachers you two nitwits obviously had," Paul answered sarcastically.

They seemingly got tired of asking unanswered questions because the shorter one put a gun right against his forehead. Meeting his gaze, he refused to break it until he had. Apparently he also lacked patience because he yanked his head back and shoved the gun right into his face where he could see the barrel looming threateningly close to him. He would have had a classy sarcastic remark at this point but with the gun so close and the nitwit being ticked off so badly, he thought better of it.

It wasn't going to bother him, not in the least. He had been handled much worse than this and that was before his mother decided that she didn't want Paul to darken her doorsteps anymore. It wasn't like she was missing much. Just an alcoholic for a boyfriend and a young kid that the man knocked around with her on most occasions. But it was in those rare occasions that his crazy old man would state that his kid didn't deserve coming into this world at all. His mother had always stopped the craziness or at least kept it to a minimum but with her gone, the man got crazier and crazier until he had been taken away for shooting a police officer in front of pedestrians one night. He claimed they were all evil and out to get him but then again it could have been the truth.

Since then Paul knew what really counted and leaving to avoid getting sent away, he made sure to stay on the flip side of things. That decision had helped him meet up with Missy and later he met the society that hunted the monsters that attacked people so that the stupid naïve morons could sleep easier at night and just think that anything that did happen was because of some explainable means. Better that than realizing there was a vampire that killed their next door neighbor right?

"Nothing cocky to say anymore you little brat?" the one wielding the pistol asked and Paul really wanted a hand free to punch him.

"The correct term happens to be an annoyingly irritable whelp," Paul replied before he could help himself. The taller one fought to cover his laughs but it was obvious that the other one didn't find it funny.

"Dean, he's not going to answer if you keep pressing a gun to his face," The taller one finally said with a sigh.

Paul grinned finally.

"I'm not gonna tell you anyways. Why would I tell you with me tied up like I'm a common criminal?" He asked like it was obvious.

Dean looked him up and down and then mumbled, "Maybe not but it's for our own protection."

"Right," Paul drawled and turned to the unnamed idiot that seemed to have a thread of humanity left in him since he wasn't the one partaking so insanely in this method of interrogation. "I used to consider it a good day when I got a meal a day and my old man was kept from his insanity. I guess now I have to worry about being captivated by you stupid Winchesters. Seriously I trade one problem with another. It won't ever end."

"You don't have to act so sarcastic," The other Winchester told him with a frown.

"And you don't have to look this ugly but we can't control everything."

Dean looked angry again.

"Seriously what the hell are you doing here?"

Paul leaned his head back in the chair rotating his wrists the best he could with the limited mobility he had. Something about this seemed so wrong and yet here he was being captured by these son of a bitches that called themselves hunters. They obviously thought very highly of themselves and didn't once think of the consequences of anything.

"Fine I'll tell you if you tell me first."

Dean snorted.

"You really don't know? You were going to the vics house and-"

Paul frowned at that and it seemed to be enough for the taller one to see for he tried to shut the short-tempered one that obviously didn't believe anything that came from his mouth apparently. Paul just had a great habit of doing that lately not to mention he had people who didn't get the opportunities that he had so it stood to reason.

"DEAN!" He finally shouted to get his attention.

"What Sam? What could you possibly want?" Dean finally replied seething at Paul like it was his fault.

"I don't think that was him," Sam finally answered.

"Really? Because the description matches and he's been nothing but rude since we've found him," Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, I see why anybody would want to be nice with your hospitality," Paul remarked wryly.

"Shut it you, the grownups are talking," Dean quickly snapped.

Paul just rolled his eyes but nonetheless he let them have at it. It was quite amusing to see the Winchesters argue and fight with one another. Paul never really had a sibling or anyone close enough to call family and being that the only two people who were biologically related to him weren't around, he found himself compensating by acting with maturity beyond his years. Call it only child syndrome or whatever but he didn't really need anyone because he could only count on one person and that usually was what saved him in the end.

"Dean we kidnapped him and his family is probably looking for him," Sam argued. "If we don't give him back soon then they'll send out an amber alert-"

"No, you have all the time in the world," Paul interrupted. "I mean I'm only losing circulation here as we speak but I suppose I'll be fine if my arms don't literally fall off."

Dean now looked back heatedly as though he was battling his temper and was seconds from losing it. Sam seemed to notice for he pulled Dean back from trying to get any nearer and continued to discuss something in shushed tones that Paul couldn't pick up. He didn't need to. Instead he looked on in boredom and decided to rile them up a little.

"Demon blood, really Sam? I thought you guys were trying to get rid of them?" He frowned wondering where that came from. It was happening a lot lately and he hesitated to think what could be causing that. There's a phrase that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and yet Paul really didn't want to end up like the man who claimed to be his father. His gene pool was screwed up as it was.

Thankfully the Winchesters' faces screwed up in confusion and then anger at what he said seemingly brought up painful memories that they would rather forget. Before he could actually open his mouth to comment on it, he was pulled forward by his shirt and he bit back a scream of annoyance at the fact that he was manhandled not once, twice, but three times. He really needed to teach them a lesson when he was released, he realized. It wasn't as if they were going to keep him this way forever.

"How did you know about that?" Sam demanded before Dean could even get a word in.

Paul frowned.

"You are very demanding-" He broke off when Sam's hold tightened reminding him of all the times that his father had demanded all these answers from him and he had all but told him to shove it. The results hadn't been very good. His father liked to make him mad for lesser things but when his father was angry he heated up and then things got real ugly. He didn't doubt his father's love for him because he had kept him when he could have thrown him out the moment his mother had left but then he went to jail.

"Listen you little bratty whelp," Sam snapped each and every word so that he could understand it. "If pain is the only way to get you to spill, we'll do it. I don't take things kindly and reminding me of something I'm not proud of is just as lethal."

He went to release him and yet Paul couldn't keep his mouth shut. He called it years of practice for when his father asked him why he thought he couldn't handle a medial task when the answers always seemed wrong.

"I wasn't doing anything," Paul finally told him but by their looks, they no longer believed him.

"Why would we believe you?" Dean finally asked crossing his arms. The hotel room wasn't the best ones they've had but seeing as how they were trying to stop demons from tormenting people, they wanted to finish these tasks as fast as possible if only for humanity's sake.

"You don't have to but it's the truth," Paul admitted. "I just got here a few hours ago and I didn't even start doing anything that would be worthy of a fucking confinement. You want confinement go see my old man in jail."

"Old man is in jail huh?" Dean asked rather arrogantly. "Is it because of him that you are being this uncooperative? Did he hurt you or use you or maybe he didn't want you? I say he didn't want a spoiled brat that took up all of his time-"

"Hardly," Paul commented calmly.

Dean rose an eyebrow at that. Kid was interesting to say the least. He spent most of his time being an annoying kid but when he insulted his dad, the kid didn't even care. Must have been extreme daddy issues or maybe abandonment issues were more like it. Either way they would crack the kid soon. They did have to get to the next thing on the agenda though and that was going to the morgue to see if there was anything fishy. Sharing another look with Sam, his younger brother nodded and he grinned at the kid that was way too much attitude for his own good.

"Wait," Paul stopped him with those words alone and turning around expecting to hear something that would tell them what they were dealing with, Dean was disappointed to say the least. "The malevolent spirit is more than that. I think it's something to do with the guilt that seems to be eating away at people-"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Sam told him gently. "We've been at this a lot longer than you have and-"

"And you have yet to keep yourselves from ending up in news channels of a number of states you have been too." Both looked stunned at that. "I know for a fact that you don't mean to do that. Shit does happen but the amount of times you've risked that I'm surprised that the isn't some kind of hunt for anyone delving in this stuff yet. I know it once ago set off the witch trials."

"You are too smart for your own good," Dean mumbled. He did see a correlation between all the victims but he still wanted to see what they were found. Maybe it would explain the reason people were going haywire all over town lately. "You watch Mr. Intelligent and keep him tied up. All I need is for you to have your ass handed to you by some kid you barely know when we're in the middle of a case-"

"I promise to be a good boy, eat all my vegetables, brush my teeth three times a day, and go to sleep before eight on a school night," Paul retorted. "Anything else you want me to do mommy dearest before you go to work?"

"Looks like you have mommy issues too kid." Dean surmised glaring at the kid's sharp tongue.

"No more than you guys do. Fine why don't you go then and when my theory proves correct, you'll definitely be sorry." Paul finished with a grin.

Dean was really hating those. It meant that whatever they did couldn't get the kid to coöperate. Then there was the fact that no other kid he knew would be this closed off. Sam and even Krissy felt everything. They liked to wear their hearts on their sleeve but for some reason this kid was a closed book as far as emotions were concerned and it scared him how kids could turn out that way even by the life they led. It already changed Sam and Krissy. It was a cold day when he realized that hunting was destroying the children that had lost everything to those monsters they hunted. Apparently this kid had experienced some himself but at a higher extent that Dean was used to at that age. He hoped he was right and this kid was eighteen like he assumed. He shuddered at the thought of hunting any younger in this kind of world today.

"So any requests before I get proven wrong then?" Dean asked half amused and half sarcastically.

"If you don't die?" Paul asked as though it was normal. "I would like something to eat if that won't be a problem for you? You kidnap me so you should be able to feed me. That's all I have."

That kid was walking a thin line and Dean was scared to think of how the kid would fare in a hunt if he pissed off the monster too much. The semantics aside, he trudged out the door, leaving the snarky kid behind with his little brother.