Disclaimer: Sam and Dean are mine. And George Bush Jr. is a smart guy...

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This chapter is pretty short, but in my head, this is where this little section ends... Enjoy the 2nd installment today!

I stepped aside and allowed him to enter. He stumbled in while saying, "Close the door, lock it, and turn the lights off." When I didn't move he repeated himself. I was momentarily fascinated by the combination of his serious voice and terrified face. When I still didn't move, he quietly shut and locked the door and shut off the lights. We stood in silence. It seemed pretty obvious that he was hiding from someone, but I didn't know what exactly he was waiting for. A certain car to pass by? A person to, like in the movies, walk slowly pass, consider this location and move on? Five minutes later, although nothing seemingly happened, he turned the lights back on.

I took a moment to observe the young newcomer. He wore a pair of baggy jeans and a too big T-shirt and jacket, all dull and ratty. He was very tall and very skinny. Sickeningly so. Skin and bones made literal. Despite his height, he seemed very small, hunched over and staring at his feet. I noticed that the entire time, his eyes were half closed and complete empty. Void of any emotion or life. I took a closer look at his face. Several thin scars crisscrossed his face. His arms were folded across his chest, holding himself. He was soaking wet and his entire body trembled.

"Let me get you a towel." While getting the towel, I called my evening clients to tell them I had to cancel that evening. This better be worth it…This is money I'm canceling… When I came back with the biggest one I owned, I found him standing exactly as I left him. I offered the towel to him. He hesitantly took it and wrapped himself around with it. "You wanna sit down?" I said indicating the couch. Without a response, he strode over to the couch and sat on it. He brought his knees up and hugged them. He stared at the floor blankly. "What's your name?" I asked.

The twitch of his head was the only indicator that he heard me. He smiled and lightly giggled. "Lot of names… depends who you are on whether or not you're called by that one…"

I gave him an incredulous look and thought, Great. He's either a crazy stalker on my hands, or he really is a psychic… just clearly not stable… "What are you called?"

He tilted his head in my direction. "Depends who's calling me…" He giggled again. "Skinner called me pretty boy… White people call me Adam…"

Oh, I am so out of my league here... He seemed lucid enough earlier, but... now he's like a small child. "Is that your name? Adam?"

"Jus' told you… one of them."

I sighed in annoyance. "What did your parents call you?"

He scrunched his face in concentration. "Dad called me Murderer. But my brother said he was wrong."

What? Why 'murderer?' "Who's your brother?"

He jerked his head up and stared at me. Tears welled in his eyes. "He's gone. Left me alone."

"Okay… what did your brother call you?"

"Sam…Sammy…"

"Sam. Alright Sam, are you… are you a mind reader?"

He continued to stare at me. A spark of recognition flared for a moment before, "Oh god… I'm sorry, Claire…"

Umm... Okay, awkward. "That's fine. But… What just happened?"

Sam looked around and asked, "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No."

He nodded in affirmation. "I have… periods. Heh, trust me. It used to me a lot worse."

"So, are you a mind reader?"

"Not exactly. I'm a contact telepath and empath."

"Meaning…"

"I… When I have contact with a person, I see things. About them, from their pasts mostly. Even when I'm not in contact I can feel their emotions, feel what they…"

"Alright, I get it," I said impatiently. Something about all this is seriously wrong... or that could be the whole situation. What the hell is this kid anyway? He's obviously insane! Why am I not kicking him out?! My subconscious kept bugging me about how he knew everything. Playing along wouldn't be the best thing to do right now, I guess. "What are doing here?

"I heard I can trust you."

"From whom?"

"I'm an empath. I can tell."

I shook my head to clear the confusion. It didn't work. Unable to think of anything else, "Why?"

He gave me a hard look. "I think I need to start from the beginning."

Yes, it's short but I hope it was worth it! Reviews are like a drug. Can't get enough of them...

A bit late, I know but thank you sammygirl1963 for helping me think of an idea for the prequel :D