Sam had a headache, the current cause of which is sitting in the driver's seat of the Impala, blasting Guns N' Roses and singing along like an f-ing idiot. So basically, Sam's headache wasn't going to improve anytime soon. They had just finished a hunt and were heading back to the scrapyard to meet with Bobby and plan the next one. Because Dean didn't know how to take a fucking break and take care of himself and thought making 7 different cross-country monster hunting trips in two months was fucking normal.

Sam leaned his head against the window and groaned. Dark storm clouds were starting to roll in, and all he wanted was to get to Bobby's so he wouldn't have to sleep listening to Dean's 'music' selection.

Dean whistled and leaned forward, "That's going to be a bitch to drive through. Where did the damn thing come from."

"Don't know; don't care. Just drive."

Dean looked at Sam from the corner of his eye, "You don't think a random storm appearing out of nowhere is weird?"

"No. I think it's summer in the midwest, and thunderstorms like to show up because it's SUMMER. In the MIDWEST."

...

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Danny hurt. Everywhere.

Okay. That was a little dramatic, but it got his point across. Suddenly being human again after going ghost for so long was disorienting for the halfa. Not to mention he was starving, exhausted, and lost. Why did he come back here again?

Oh right. Cause he wanted to make Clockwork happy. And maybe cause he missed the living world just a bit more than he let on.

Danny would be lying if he said he didn't feel better after becoming human again. There was something 'grounding', pun-intended, about having the solid earth under his feet again. But that didn't change the fact that Danny was hungry, cold, tired, and glaring daggers at a storm cloud. Because, of course, his surprise arrival on earth would trigger a random storm. Why not...

When the rain started to fall, Danny began to regret not being a bit more careful with his portal selection.

"I could be in Costa Rica, Rome, Tokyo, but nooooooo I gotta land in a random forest somewhere. For FUCK'S SAKE!"

Danny groaned and started walking. He'd have to hit civilization sometime. Right?

The storm was getting worse. Sam had passed out against the passenger door, dead to the world. And Dean couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. The storm had come out of nowhere, and Dean could barely see the road. They were about an hour from Bobby, and Dean wasn't about to give up and pull over for a fucking storm.

And then a kid appeared in the middle of the road.

"SHIT!" Dean slammed on the brakes and swerved to the side. The wheels screeched, and Baby slipped off the shoulder and into the grass. Dean grabbed his gun and was out the door before they even stopped moving. Judging by the cursing and slamming, Sam was right behind him.

The kid was lying down face-first on the asphalt. He had a torn-up hoodie and jeans with a pair of white trainers. The little bit that Dean could see told him that the kid was pale with dark hair. Other than that, he couldn't tell a damn thing.

"Hey, Kid! Kid, what the hell are you doing here!" No reaction. Dean approached the kid slowly and, using his foot, flipped the kid over.

And God was he young. 10 or 11, with pale skin and thin cheeks, the kid looked like he was one step from death. But still, they had to be careful.

"Sammy! Grab iron and salt."

"Dean, are you kidding?! He needs help-"

"And he'll get help. Right after we know what he is."

Dean heard Sam mumble something under his breath, and right as he was about to yell again, the trunk popped open, and Sammy came up with a bag of rock salt and a small iron coin.

Dean placed both on one of the kid's hands. Nothing.

"Alright, kid, let's get you out of here." And with that, Dean swooped the kid into his arms. "Sammy, get the door."

He and Sam quickly got the kid in the backseat of the Impala, wrapped him in a blanket, and cranked up the heat. The kid seemed cold, skinny, and tired, but otherwise, alright.

"Should we go to the hospital?" Dean watched Sammy peering over the passenger seat like if he looked away, the kid was going to disappear.

"Nah. Bobby is closer, and the storm's only getting worse. We'll drop him off in the morning." Sam looked hesitant but nodded before turning around.

"Okay. Let's head home."