-1The rotten taste of cheap burgers and fries had certainly taken the edge off of Dean's bad mood, now all's he could think about was how the hell he was gonna digest the shit they served in the motel. As he was walking to the room, his mind began to reel off of the plastic imitation food towards much more important things; the boy that was now leeching off of Dean's credit card fraud. Sam and Dean's motel room door opened with a squeak that probably indicated woodworm, stepping through the threshold and into the room, he was greeted - rather unpleasantly - with Sam laughing and joking with the kid.

'Well, looks like Sleeping Beauty's awake,' Dean said mockingly, staring daggers at the younger boy on the bed, who simply glared back defiantly, with the same expression.

'Dean, I need to talk to you,' Sam said quickly, raising his eyebrows at his brother which clearly said play nice, Dean. 'Chris, we're just stepping outside for a minute, do you mind?'

The boy shrugged, saying nothing. Sam found this unusual, Chris had just opened up to Sam, but with the entrance of Dean, he had appeared to become more withdrawn. Sam nodded to Dean, swiftly standing up from the bed and grabbing Dean's arm, pulling him out of the room. Before the door closed, Dean caught the boy staring at him.

'Dean, this kid is amazing!' Sam said as soon as he heard the click of the door. Dean raised an eyebrow suspicially.

'Yeah, I bet he is, was he that amazing when he almost killed you?' Dean's voice dripped with sarcasm as if it were honey. Sam shook his head quickly.

'No, you don't understand, that's only half of it! He's got these… extreme abilities, so much stronger than mine.'

'Really now, like what?'

'Like what?! Everything! Telekinesis, minor telepathy, precognitive, clairvoyance, psychokenesis.. Even pyschometry!'

'Okay, I got most of that, but remind me; pyschometry?'

'Oh, right, yeah, psychometrics can hold an item and get information about the item, or whoever touched it, anything like that. I mean, this kid is powerful, he's got the potential to obtain and control any form of ESP out there, astral projection, clairsentience, even mediumship or remote viewing.'

Dean raised an eyebrow again, Sam was saying that scrawny kid was some sort of extremely powerful 'psychic?'

'I know, it sounds crazy, but this kid, Chris, he could be a great asset.'

The eldest Winchester broke out into a scowl, 'So you're adverse to me killing him when he could be a demon, but not to using him as a demon-fighting machine?'

It was Sam's turn to look vexed. 'No! I said asset, not a weapon. I mean, c'mon, somebody with that many abilities, with the potential for more, he could really help us.' Sam wasn't being completely truthful, he wanted to keep Chris with them because he thought, no, he knew, that the kid was in great danger. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Dean rolled his eyes, stalking past Sam into the room, opening the door aggressively. 'Whatever, just keep..' Dean glared at Chris, 'him out of my face, I ain't a babysitter.'

Chris clenched his fists at his side, repressing the almost overwhelming urge to hang Dean upside down by his feet… he grinned at the thought. Sam, however, recognising the familiar Dean's-gonna-get-his-ass-kicked look, rushed to Chris and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing firmly. 'Don't worry about it, Dean, I promise you won't even know he's here, promise.'

The grin that was on Chris' face lingered, giving Dean a sour expression but he slowly nodded, turning away into the bathroom. 'It's late, you should get to sleep.'

Sam looked at Chris and lightly pushed him. 'Don't piss him off, Chris, you're our guest.'

Chris snorted, the smirk ghosting across his features again, 'You kidnapped me!'

'No! I… took you in,' Sam said after a moment of amused thought.

'Whatever, I'll sleep on the floor tonight,' Chris said finally, looking at the makeshift bed on the floor.

'You can sleep in the bed, if you want,' Sam said looking rather abashed, he felt a little guilty forcing the kid they had almost run over to sleep on the floor.

'Easy there tiger, we've only just met,' Chris said, winking slyly and slipping onto the faux-bed, but not before he saw Sam grinning sheepishly with a blush plastered on his face. He wasn't quite sure why he said it, but it seemed like something a horny teenager would say. Not that he was horny or anything..

Chris lay down on the scratchy sheets, a new expression on his face. He could feel it, calling to him, quietly at first but the voice got louder and louder.. It screamed at him. It was angry. And it was coming.