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Earning Trust

"Dean, did you see that?" Sam craned his neck to look outside the passenger seat window of the 1967 Chevy Impala.

"If you mean that weird light from the sky then yeah I-" Dean was cut off by another beam of white light coming from what seemed to be the heavens. It didn't look to have been far off from the first one. The brothers barely looked at each other before the older one floored it, speeding to investigate the strange lights.

"And here I thought we could finally get a few hours of sleep. You think we're gonna get some actual aliens this time?" Dean smirked at his little brother, only causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"I don't know. It did seem almost like the light didn't have a source, like it was never ending. And they disappeared almost as soon as they appeared. Maybe it's a fallen angel?" Sam turned toward his brother.

"How close are we?"

"I think we're almost there."

After barely three minutes of silent speeding, Dean stopped the car along the side of the highway. The brothers got out of the car and closed the doors with a loud squeal. Sam could see his breath in the winter air as the two rushed to the trunk to reload their guns and arm themselves with angel blades and holy water for good measure. Closing the trunk, they made their way to the field on the roadside. They split up, Sam going for the closer spot while Dean elected to go only a few yards further away to search.

Sam held a flashlight in his newly casted wrist; it was too late to see anything clearly at this point without one. 'Why do weird things always happen at night?' Sam started to sigh but caught himself as he approached the burnt ground he was looking for. Some of the flames hadn't completely died yet.

'Is the fire. . . blue?' The fires were so small and had died so quickly that Sam wasn't sure if he was seeing things or not. He waved the light around. The burnt circle was about ten feet in diameter. Sam tested it by gingerly placing his foot on the now charred ground. Nothing happened.

He released a sigh of relief. As he took a few steps he heard something from further into the circle. Not a monster's growl, more like a moan of pain. His eyes darted around until the last of the smoke dissipated and he found the source of the noise.

There was a person lying still on the black ground.

Sam didn't rush in immediately, first he checked his surroundings, making absolutely sure this wasn't a trap. The last thing he needed was for some monster to get the jump on him, or worse - for him to be captured, forcing him to rely on Dean to save him. He loved that he could count on his older brother but sometimes Sam feared Dean would always see him as only his little brother. Sometimes Dean would worry too much about him and take the brunt of their work. Most of the time Dean wouldn't even talk to Sam if something were bothering him because he kept seeing him as his younger brother. Not someone he could lean on rather someone he had to put on a brave face for. But Sam didn't want his brother to always be the brave one; he wanted his brother to count on him just as much as he relied on Dean.

Sam walked over cautiously to the prone figure. Once he arrived, he put two fingers on the person's neck. There was a steady pulse. With another sigh of relief, he turned the figure over onto his back. It was a boy, maybe 15 or 16 years old. The black frames of his glasses were broken and his dark coat had stains littered all over it. Upon closer inspection, Sam realized many of those stains were red. The boy's eyes were closed but his face was contorted in pain.

"Sammy!" he heard a yell from behind him. He turned around only to be shoved from where he had been kneeling, his breath now forcefully pushed out of him. Thankfully he hadn't landed on his broken wrist. Sam pushed himself back up and saw his brother pointing a gun at what he could only assume was the person who had knocked him over. It was another boy, about the same age as the one still lying on the ground. There was blood trailing down his face and on his shirt. He stood over the still boy, staring menacingly at the Winchesters as if daring them to fight him. He held a long red cloth in front of him like a weapon. His piercing blue eyes cut through the night like a beacon. Sam shivered despite himself but still raised his own piece to the boy.

"Don't you dare touch my brother!" the boy shouted. His words barely contained his anger and his eyes only seemed to shine brighter. Sam made his choice. He lowered his weapon and held up his casted hand in a gesture of surrender.

"We don't want to hurt you. We only came to see what the lights from the sky were. That's how we found you and your brother," he tried to explain. The standing boy paused.

"How do I know I can trust you?" His grip on the red cloth tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"What other choice do you have, kid? Either trust us or your brother will eventually bleed out," Dean cut in, lowering his gun by only a few centimeters. Sam looked at the still boy and let out a small gasp when he saw blood on his pant leg. He hadn't even noticed the kid was actively bleeding until now. The shaggy haired boy cursed under his breath.

"You'll take him to a hospital?" his voice lowered with his head. His eyes were no longer menacing but their silent pleading was still piercing. Sam noticed how the boy's body started to shake from the cold.

Dean's voice softened marginally, "Yeah."

The boy lowered his red clothed stick to the ground.

"Ok," he whispered.

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To be continued. . . :)