Shaky and bloody, a boy shot through the brush, wheezing and exhausted and barely standing. "A house... good... please don't be a serial killer..." And so it was, a decent sized house surrounded in a massive amount of cars in various states of disrepair. "Please Please." The sound of screaming beasts, wolves or dogs of some kind, exploded behind him adding wings to his already aching feet.

Stumbling to the ground, a horrible searing bite chomped on his ankle, he let out a scream.

"GET OFF!" With his other foot, he slammed his foot against the invisible beast, apparently managing to hit it's eye. It let out a growl, releasing it's grip on him. He scrambled away, hobbling away as fast as he could, desperately ignoring the snarling sounds of the Beasts and their sharp, rabid teeth. "HELLLLP!"

"What is Tarnation is... "The door burst open, revealing the outline of a large man holding a gun. Light dancing behind him, making his face impossible to see. "Damn it, get in here kid!"

Not hesitating, the kid in question threw himself behind the large man, feeling tiny teeth scraping against his foot for a moment before he managed to land safely on a large rug.

"GRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The beasts howled, angry that it could not kill him, rip and tear his flesh. It slammed against the door, over and over again but after a long minute... it stopped.

He didn't relax, even for a moment, laying prone and bleeding and ready to rise at a moment's notice.

"What happened to you kid. How do you got Hell Hounds chasing you?" Gruff but not without kindness, the man's voice drew his attention.

Standing at a decent height, the man was covered in flannel with a nice beard and ball cap. He was a chubby but strong and looked at the Kid with worry and a little hesitance.

"Not sure... they just started chasing me... ow..." He tried to sit up, but a shot of agony ran from his wounded ankle up to his spine. " Can you help me not to bleed out before you ask me questions?" He gestured to the puddle of blood pooling around his leg, hoping for some kind of aid. " I'd rather not die here, you know?"

"Brat... good though... sigh..." Rushing forward, the Man leaned down and lifted him in a single motion carrying his delicate body out of the hall and into a large book filled living room. "Sit here for a moment, I got first aid upstairs."

Thankfully the man only left him for a moment... but it didn't matter. The bloodloss was too much, and so he started to fade in and out of consciousness...

It was only when the agonizing searing pain of the hydrogen peroxide touched his wound that he woke up all the way with a loud. " THE FUCK!" All but throwing himself up, he turned and resisted the urge to swing at the large man.

"Oh hush now, it doesn't hurt that bad." The man rolled his eyes before adding a little more peroxide, earning a hiss from the Kid. " Your lucky they weren't trying kill you, otherwise your wound would be so superficial. They were definitely there for the capture... so, do you remember anything else?"

"No... I... I'm a runaway. I was sleeping in an abandoned building and they chased me.. six days ago." Turning away, he looked at the man. "My grandma was ill, she saw all sorts of things...so did my other grandma actually... I thought it was just me... until... well this." Yanking up his shirt, he revealed six claw mark shaped bruises that went from his left shoulder around his back to the center of his spine. " I started to run, I got ahead a lot... but I didn't always make it. I don't know how I found you, someone that actually knows what the hell they are."

The man looked at him with a soft gaze, clearly empathetic and warmer then he expected. "I'm sorry for that... Hell hounds usually go after the souls of people who own their souls to demons for some reason... but they go for the kill then drag your soul down. I can't imagine why they would be after you."

"Um... oh... My name is Gabe... it's nice to meet you, sir, I wish it was under better circumstances though..."

The man nodded. "Bobby Singer... you can stay for a few days, get yourself on your feet and we can help you figure out why they are chasing you. I have some friends that deal with stuff like this. Two boys, they're pretty good at their job. Their names are Sam and Dean, I think you'll like them."

"I hope so... um... can I take shower?"

Bobby chuckled. "Sure, I'll help you up the stairs."

The boy's shower and while he was cleaning up, Bobby was researching everything he could on the kid. Unfortunately the boy had been smart, giving none of his last name, more so he was so dirty he couldn't even put in hair color... all he had on kid was that he was above average height and a little chubby. Nothing else was clear for him...

Thankfully Gabe wasn't a common name and only six kids popped up nation wide... just in time for the kid to slowly approach from the top of the stairs, and Bobby got his first look at the kid.

Dressed in some of Bobby's old clothes, which hung off of him despite his size, Gabe looked roughly fourteen or fifteen with bluish green eyes and peach colored skin that was just this side of pale. However what stood out was the delicate, thick blonde curls that made him look painfully familiar...

The Kid was damn near identical to Mary Winchester.

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Mika