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Warning: sensitive issue (Really short. Just mentioned)

This chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but I thought this was a good spot to leave off. I feel that I'm moving things unnaturally fast, so constructive criticism is REALLY appreciated at this point 'cause I honestly think my chapters are getting less realistic as I keep going... so please review. All jokes aside.

Anyway, Enjoy!

Sam had managed to survive on the streets for a couple years by himself so survival wasn't really a question. Until you add me along for the ride.

It wasn't long until that 'monthly problem' came to mind. That's when my saving came in handy. We only had a couple hundred dollars so we had to steal almost everything we can. "Don't like to," Sam said. "Only done it couple times. But this don' seem like something we can get outta garbage." I found it hard to believe that he hasn't stolen that much in his life. But then again, with all the bad things he's seen he probably doesn't want to add to it. (Though right now, he might be in shock since I just gave him 'the talk.')

Sam seemed to get steadily worse again. Mostly acting stuff out that isn't really happening. Reliving past events… He was constantly talking randomly to the invisible person. Sometimes he barely registered the fact that I was there.

We didn't learn anything more about the people after us. At this point, we were just trying to survive.

During a fierce thunderstorm, Sam led me to an abandoned building. We huddled under our own layers of soaked clothes. We panted heavily, trying to catch out breaths. "Pretty boy likes the lap dance, huh?" Sam mumbled. "Subject shows signs of several anomalies… You bitch. Tryin' to hold out on your own. Nothing without me…"

At this point I had learned to block out and ignore Sam's ramblings. Though my stomach still clenched at Sam's desperation for something. With each ramble it seems as though he's trying to say something in particular. Like he's coherent on some level. But can only use other people's voices. And his message never gets across.

There was a sudden clatter and a harsh voice. "Who's there!?" A middle aged man and a woman in her early twenties, both obviously homeless, came into view. "The hell you doing here? Get out before I make you," the man said.

"There's plenty of room," I said shakily. "Can't we just stay until the storm is over?" Sam had stopped mumbling and was actually staring straight at our new friends.

"No. Get out now…"

"Jack…" the woman said. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "They're like us."

"What? Marie, are you sure?"

Marie looked down at us and said, "I'm sorry about him. Our lives make him a bit paranoid."

"I understand."

"Marie," Jack said. "Need to talk to you."

Marie turned to join Jack. They walked a little ways away so that all you could hear was soft whispers.

"Scared." Sam said.

"What?"

"They're scared. It's really intense. And…"

"And?"

"We can trust them."

"What? How can you know? You haven't touched them or…"

"Claire, please. Just trust me on this."

I looked over at the couple. Marie's comment echoed in my head. 'They're like us.' Does that mean…? "Sam? Do you think… that maybe… they're one of us."

"I dunno…"

"Well can you check?"

"How can I…?"

"Like how you knew I was a seer before you met me."

"Right…" Sam looked unsure of himself for some reason.

"Sam, what…?" That's when a realization hit me. Seems to be happening a lot lately… "You didn't know about my powers through your own, did you?"

"Ye-yeah! I did! It's just…"

"Don't lie to me, Sam! Just tell me how…"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Be a good boy now." Sam shrunk away from me and curled into a tight ball. "They're gold," I heard him mumble. "They're gold, really pretty. Outlining and tracing. Oh, god. Big brother… please help me…"

I sighed. Once again, I blocked out Sam's mumblings. I was getting so tired of all this. I just wished it would end. I wished Sam never came to my home. I wished people were not chasing me through the city. I wished I had never gotten the visions. I wished Dean was by my side.

"So," Jack said. He walked up and stared us down. "You're like us."

Well isn't that vague and specific at the same time. "I assume you mean powers?"

They didn't really look all that surprised. "You have visions. He's an empath."

"Wha-… how do you know that?"

"Me," Marie said. "I can sense other psychics and their abilities." She looked up at the man before continuing. "My brother, Jack, and I are living with some others." She smiled hopefully at us. "Would you like to stay with us?"

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