[Takes place mostly in FAITH]

Sam and Dean are in the impala, driving down the road, just finished with taking care of the scarecrow-god thing. But as they pass through a stretch of woods, the headlights of the impala land on something on the side of the road. The two think nothing of it until Sam actually sees what it is.

"Dean, stop the car!" he shouts, already opening the door and jumping out. Dean slams on the brakes, cursing under his breath as he unbuckles. He runs out of the car and follows Sam.

Sam was now walking slowly, approaching someone leaning on a tree. His left hand was over the gun in his pocket and his right stretched out slightly.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" Sam asks. They shrink back, the light hitting their eyes, showing their fear. Sam raises both of his hands out in a motion of surrender. The person moves forward a bit.

"W-who are you...?" they question, their voice cracking and shaky. Both of the Winchesters could tell by the voice that the person they're talking to was a teen boy, or somwhere around that age.

"We'll answer that in a minute. But first, who are you, and what are you doing out here so late?" Dean says. The teen looks over to him.

"M-my name's Oliver...a-and 'm t-trying to get away f-from a bitch..." by now, the two could tell that the kid was exhausted by the sound of his voice. That, or he was really good at acting.

"Okay kid, come directly into the headlights and we'll tell you our names," Dean says. The teen actually listens and steps on to the road, and Sam and Dean are both surprised when they see him.

Clothing ripped, face, arms and chest splattered and stained with bloodied cuts. No shoes, legs shaking and barely holding his body up, and one arm carefully wrapped around his torso in a protective way.

"What the Hell happened to you?!" Dean questions. Oliver barely flinches at the tone of voice, eyelids drooping slightly.

"N-names," Oliver mutters. Sam steps up first.

"Mine is Sam. His is Dean. We're brothers. Now what happened to- crap!" he cuts himself off when Oliver's eyes roll back into his skull and he collapses to the ground.

Dean, though skeptical of the kid's intentions or backstory, runs forward and picks him up. Noticing how light he is, he frowns slightly.

"Dean, we gotta bring him with us," Sam says, walking over.

"I don't like it, but yeah, we will."

Dean places Oliver in the backseat and then gets in the driver's seat, Sam getting in the passenger seat.

"How many rooms?"

"Uh, just one, please."

"And how many people will be staying?"

"My two brothers and I, that's all."

The man at the desk nods and hands him a key after paying.

"Here ya go."

Dean walks back out to the impala and sees Sam in the backseat holding Oliver, who's wrapped in one of the quilts they keep in the car in case of having to spend the night in it. Plus it'll help avoid people looking at his injuries and calling the cops on them.

The three get into the rented room and shut the door, locking and bolting it. Sam unwraps the unconscious boy and in the light of the lamps, they see that he's definitely injured, and pretty severely too.

"Dean, you grabbed the first aid kit, right?" Sam asks, carefully but efficiently ripping Oliver's shirt off, wincing when he sees the dark purple bruises along his ribs, reddened burns and drying gashes on his torso.

Dean nods, knowing that no matter what the kid's story might be, they have to help him. He hands Sam the first aid kit that they've made over the times they've been injured.

Sam quickly starts to clean and bandage the wounds. In the middle of seeing if Oliver had any broken ribs, the kid gasps and flinches away, eyes barely opened. Sam quickly stops, and Dean leans over Oliver's face.

"Hey kid, can you hear me?" Dean asks, waving his hand in front of the teen's face. Oliver groans and blinks slowly before croaking out a soft yes as a reply. Then he tries sitting up, only to have Sam carefully pushing him back down.

"You probably shouldn't move, those are really bad injuries," he says. Oliver rolls his eyes but stays down.

"I've had worse, I'm fine. A little dizzy from blood loss, but I'm fine," he mumbles.

"How often are you hurt like this?"

"L-like this? M-maybe every th-three months, enough t-time to heal. But I've ha-had lesser injuries day-to-day."

This surprised the brothers, not expecting this answer. Obviously, this kid's life was not good.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Uh...dunno exactly. Fourteen or fifteen, I think..."

The two brothers share a glance. The kid didn't even know his age? Something was definitely wrong.

"You seem closer to fifteen to me, so that's what we'll say," Dean says firmly.

"M'kay," Oliver's eyes close again and his breathing evens out slightly, apparently falling asleep. Maybe the kid won't be that bad to take care of for a bit.

*

The brothers wake up to see the kid, Oliver, sitting up halfway and watching them. Dean narrows his eyes. Kinda creepy and weird for the kid to warch them sleep.

"Hey Oliver, how do you feel?" Sam asks before Dean could say anything. The teen looks over and shrugs, a quick look of pain crossing his face.

"Been better, been worse. I'm fine." He looks at Sam and Dean. "You guys are hunters, aren't you?" he questions, and that gets an instant reaction from both brothers. They stand up, and stare at Oliver cautiously.

"How do you know that?" Dean asks, hand reaching for the gun under his pillow. The teen just stares at him.

"You found an injured teen with multiple cuts and broken bones and didn't bring me to the ER. Either you'll kill me, or you're hunters and don't want to risk the hospital unless it's serious," he explains, and watches Sam pull out a flask and a knife. Oliver doesn't move.

"You can do the tests on me, I'm human. Not a vamipre, demon, shifter, or whatever the hell else there is," the teen says. Sam just splashes him with holy water anyway, and Oliver doesn't react other than a surprised flinch. No steam, no burning. Dean then throws something at the boy, who catches it and just stares at him with an unamused face.

"Told you. Now, Im gonna go to sleep and leave you two alone. And yes, before you ask, Im part of the hunt as well."

-Oliver-

I watch Sam run out of the building with two kids, and I run over to them. They're shaken up, but I know Dean needs help, I can sense it. Sam apparently knows too, because he tells the two kids to stay with me before running back in to the house.

"Hey, you two okay?" I ask softly, my voice still scratchy from not using it at all over the past several years for much more than screaming.

They nod, but the younger one, the boy asks, "what was that thing we saw?"

"That...some sort of spirit, I'm not sure."

"Why's your voice so scratchy?" the girl asks. I give them a shaky grin.

"Just got over a bad cold, I lost my voice."

Then I hear Sam shouting and look up, and he's dragging Dean. I stand up and open one of the doors, calling 911. After maybe five minutes, there's an ambulance and some cop cars. I watch as they take Dean in the ambulance and the kids in the cop car. I stay in the back of Dean's car while Sam gets in the front.

Dean, I've only known you for about seventy-two hours, but you better be okay, otherwise I will drag you back from hell and kill you myself.

I stay near Sam as we go into the hospital, two officers already waiting on the fourth floor for us. I don't trust the authorities, so I kinda hide behind Sam.

"Hello. I'm Jacob and this is Richard, we apologize but we'd like to speak to you about what happened. Or we could continue this later," the one on the left says.

"No, no, it's fine," Sam says. They nod for him to speak.

"My brothers and I, we were just driving around, had the windows open, and heard screaming from the house. The older two of us didn't really think, we just charged in," he says.

"And you found the children inside?"

Sam nods.

"Well, it's a good thing that you did." the cop notices me. "Oh, hey kiddo, I didn't see you there. You the youngest?"

I go along with the lie we made up and nod, trying not to jostle my ribs or pull at any of my stitches.

"Nice, what's your name? I don't think we got it," the one on the right says, I shrink further behind Sam, and he glances at me before kinda smiling.

"His name's Oliver. He doesn't really speak, not even to us. Sorry."

"Oh, don't worry, it's fine."

One of the cops hands me one of the fake junior police badges, and I give them an awkward smile.

Sam turns and sees the doctor walking toward us. "Excuse me," he says to the cops. They just nod.

"Doc, how is he?"

(We should all know what happens, so there's gonna be a lot of timeskips, sorry)

"The only thing that can give and take life like that is-"

"A reaper," I cut Dean off. He turns and looks at me, eyes narrowed.

"How the Hell do you know that?"

"You think you are the only ones that know how to tell shit apart? Dean, when that dude healed you, you saw a guy with pale grey skin in a black suit. That was a fucking reaper. Sure its different from ones Im used to encountering, but its a reaper. You guys aren't the only ones with supernatural experiences and hunts. How the fuck do you think my parents were killed?"

"Wait, your parents were hunters?" Sam asks, standing up. I nod. It wasn't the full truth, but it was close enough.

"Yep. My aunt took me in after that. But things went south really quick. That's who I was running from a few days ago. Now, let's get back to trying to figure out this bound reaper."

For most of the rest of this hunt, I was kind of blanking out and couldn't see much. I don't really know much else other than what Sam and Dean said. Blanking is a kinda way that I grew to cope with beatings and torture, but sometimes it happens randomly. I wouldn't feel the pain, wouldn't see but I was mostly aware of what was happening.

But let's see what happens next, because I kinda like hanging with these guys. Let's just hope that they don't find out who I truly am. That could end badly for everyone involved...