-1'W-Who're you?!' he demanded.

Sam whirled around, quickly putting his hands up to show he was unarmed, or at the very least not dangerous, because he knew full well what could happen if he was perceived as a threat, or rather, more of a threat.

'It's okay! It's okay, just.. Just calm down. My name's Sam, Sam Winchester,' Sam said slowly, not wanting to alarm the kid.

'Like the gun?' the boy said softly, eyes flashing around the room, making sure there wasn't anything about to jump out at him or anything.

Sam chuckled slightly, but realised it wasn't the best time to be laughing. 'Yeah, like the gun.'

'How.. How did I get here?'

Sam blinked. 'You don't remember?' he asked quizzically, but judging by the look on the boy's face, he obviously didn't. 'We, uh, that's me and my brother, Dean, were driving down route 13?' The boy showed no signs of recognising it. 'Yeah so, we wer driving and all of a sudden, you appeared out of nowhere. We almost hit you, thank God we didn't. We ended up in a small ravine, woke up, and you were there on the floor. We, uh, thought you looked injured so we brought you with us.'

Okay, that was a lie. But Sam couldn't exactly say 'yeah, you were unconscious on the floor, I couldn't leave you considering the possibly occult engravings embedded in your wrist, oh, and when you woke up you threw me back telekinetically and proceeded to faint.' Yeah, that'd be an icebreaker alright.

'Oh, I see,' the boy said faintly, before slowly sitting on the bed. He looked tired, exhausted. Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness sear through him. Sear. Hey, that's a thought..

'Can I check something?' Sam said gently, pushing his look and moving forwards, kneeling in front of the boy.

'Uh, what?'

'Your wrist, I thought I saw some severe bruising earlier, and uh, I just want to make sure that you don't risk getting a blood clot in the swollen tissue or anything,' Sam lied, hell, that didn't even make any sense. But unless the boy was a medical student or something, Sam was relatively safe.

'No!' the boy yelped as Sam reached out to take his wrist. 'I'm fine, really, I'm fin-' Sam ignored him and grabbed his wrist, only to be stricken by the same phenomenon as before; the searing, blindingly hot pain all over his body, and then the, getting really too familiar with, cracking sound as he was pushed backwards, but this time only a few feet, Sam didn't lose his balance. The boy, however, was glaring at Sam, holding his wrist with one hand, and Sam could see the blood oozing between his fingers.

'I knew it!' Sam blurted out, staring at the blood that was now dripping onto the floor. The boy looked terrified, but strangely, he didn't look like he was in pain.

'I-I have to go,' he said quickly, running towards the door but Sam grabbed him midst ride, pulling him back towards the room.

'No! You can't leave, not yet!' Sam said, still grappling with him.

'You can't keep me here! This is kidnapping!'

'No, please, just listen to what I have to say!'

Sam felt the boy sad slightly in his arm, Sam raised his eyebrow, a little uncomfortably, as the boy even seemed to lean further towards Sam. After a moment of the awkward grapple-embrace, Sam pushed him away gently.

'So what's your name, kid?'

The boy furrowed his brow, on one hand, he could tell Sam his real name, on the other he could make up an alias. But, either way, it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. Like Sam, the boy had the irrespirable feeling that he needed to stay with Sam, and his brother, what was it, Dan?

'Christopher, Chris, Hunter.'

'Hunter?' Sam asked, barely repressing a laugh, oh the world's fun of poetic justice.

'Yeah, Hunter,' Chris said pointedly, looking rather irriated now. Sam noticed that his wrist had stopped weeping with blood, how bizarre.

'Chris, can I ask you something?'

'I suppose I don't have a choice.'

'When did your ability first manifest?'

Chris looked like he had been slapped, eyes widening slightly. 'How.. How did you..'

'What, you mean apart from being thrown backwards, twice?'

'Oh, well, uhm,' Chris said awkwardly, mimicking Sam's habit and chewing his bottom lip.

'Please, just, answer the question? It's important.'

'I don't remember, not that long ago, a few months? Half a year, something like that..'

'Hm, yeah, I thought so,' Sam said quietly, his own brow furrowed in concentration. 'So it's, uh, telekinesis, right?

Chris grinned despite himself, nodding. 'Yeah, I guess that's part of it.'

'Wait, what, part of it?' Sam asked, eyes wide again as he absorbed this bit of knowledge. Chris had another ability? They hadn't encountered anybody with a multitude of abilities before.

'Uh, yeah. I can do other things as well.. My, my, my..' Chris' voice became thick, he swallowed the lump in his throat and continued, 'My brother told me what they all were.. Telekinesis, psychometry, precognition and a little bit of, uh, telepathy..'

Sam almost did a double take, his mind boggling. 'Shit, seriously? Wow. That's.. that's very impressive, much better than what I can do..' Sam muttered, feeling a little bit outdone.

Chris shifted nervously, 'You have a power too?'

Sam nodded, kicking himself for mentioning that. 'Uh, yeah, I'm precognitive too, I guess. But not as wide spread, I have premonitions about people who're gonna, uh, die.'

'Death visions. You have death visions?'

'Yeah, yeah I kinda do.'

Chris shook his head. 'Shit, and I thought I had it bad..' He broke out into a laugh.

Sam grinned, 'So, I need you to do something for me.'

'Yeah, what?'

'I need you to stick around for a bit, until I can figure out what's, uh..'

'What demon you're dealing with.'

Holy shit, this kid was something else, Sam thought. 'You know about demons? Sam shook his head, of course he did. 'And yeah, you hit the nail on the head, so, will you do it?'

Chris become lost in thought, staring intently at Sam, particularly his eyes. You could tell a lot about someone by the look in their eyes, Sam's were especially nice, warm and friendly, inviting even. They reminded Chris of his brother. Which was partly a good thing..

'That's great, thanks a lot Chris. I promise I won't murder you in your sleep,' Sam said with a grin.

'I don't think it'll be problem, I could take you.'

Sam smirked, but it was more than forced. How was Dean going to take this new revelation? Sam already knew the answer to that; badly.