Hey guys! Here is chapter 4! I hope everyone likes it. It's a bit of a short chapter, but they all kind of are. I'm working on the story line mainly. I don't want to move along to fast but not too slow either, so here it is! Enjoy!

I still do not own anything… sept their feelings of course. Sigh…

Chapter 4

"Hey, You ok kid?" Morgan asked, walking into their room. It was the first time Morgan had agreed to sleep in the same room, but the only time Spencer really didn't want company.

The boy nodded, his eyes wide. "Y-Yeah I'm fine."

"Who are they?" Morgan sat beside Spencer on one of the beds, his eyes worried. "Who were they Pretty Boy?"

"Just old friends."

"Didn't look like friends to me." The older man commented.

Spencer sighed, looking down at his hands. "We met when I was younger. Our fathers were friends. They moved around a lot because of… work." He paused, biting his lip. "They became like brothers to me. When they were in town, we were inseparable. Dean… The short one, is the oldest."

"Really? The tall one looked older." Morgan said surprised.

Spencer forced a laugh. "Yeah. Sam was always more mature than Dean, and taller. Dean is a few years older than both of us. Sam is a year older than me. They always protected me. No matter what happened. When Dean was old enough he'd come see me. If I needed him, he would drive all the way from New York to Vegas if he had too. Sam would come sometimes too, but his dad usually kept him at home."

"What happened?"

Spencer bit his lip again, trying to hold back the tears he hadn't shed in a long time.

"We moved on. I went to college. Dean and Sam kept working, taking over their dad's job." He swallowed. "Then Sam went off to college, got a girlfriend and never talked to me again."

Morgan pulled back slightly. "Why?"

"No reason… Listen, I… I'm tired." He lied.

Nodding, Morgan patted his back and moved to the bathroom. "Alright Pretty Boy, get some sleep. We're talking to the families tomorrow."

Spencer forced a smile before Morgan walked into the bathroom.

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"Sam? Sam!"

"Spence shut up! I'm right here." A pair of arms wrapped around me and squeezed. "You're ok kid. Stop screaming, they'll know where we are."

The boy relaxed. "Sorry… Who will know where we are?"

"The hunters."

"What hunters? You and Dean are the hunters." He mumbled, trying to turn in the taller boy's arms. "Where's Dean?"

Sam's arms tightened around him. "Hush, jeez were you always this loud? Dean is hunting us. We have to be careful. We don't want him to find us right? Let's run away together, baby. Let's get out of here. Maybe we could find some girl to have some fun with. Rip some people apart."

Spencer began struggling, trying to pull away.

"What are you talking about! You're joking right?"

"Why would I joke? Look in the mirror, it's what we're meant to do, Spence."

Spence did look in the mirror. The one that appeared in front of them. He did not like what he saw. He was standing there in his 27 year old body, Sam right behind him in his 28 year old body. They looked exactly the same. Sam's arms were wrapped around Spencer's shoulders, Spencer was grabbing his wrists. But their eyes… The eyes in that mirror were not theirs. Those were demon eyes. Spencer's were a pure black, no pupils, no whites, just black. Sams… Sam's eyes were yellow. They weren't black, just yellow.

"We're demons, Spence, it's what we do. Let's go."