The spy looks around through a lens. When the robotic eye lands on a bright yellow rain coat it zooms in, pausing a moment to observe the child. The mysterious watcher studies the scene until a black cat with crystal blue eyes jumps in front of it, gazing at the camera with concern written on its features.
Sam wanders over to a bright red shrub and the spy recoils at the close proximity of the boy. The curly haired kid sticks his hand in the plant and pulls out a forked branch. For a moment he considers what to do with it until he has an idea…"I s'pose I could practice dads 'survival skills'." the youngest Winchester scrapes the leaves off of the odd shaped stick and uses it as a dowsing rod, following where ever the branch takes him.
It is now that the spy steps out of the bushes, dropping a white stick from his hand.
The young hunter runs around a dried up pond exploring and following the almost magnetic pull of the rod. Sammy then stops, he leans down and picks something out of the mud, after scrubbing it up he discovers the object is Infact a turtle shell. Tapping on the shell he checks that it is empty then places it in his little blue rucksack, along with the knife his brother makes him carry around.
Sam notices the vines to his right suddenly move, he wonders if he saw a streak of golden hair but decides that it was probably just a cat or something. However, Dean raised him to always be on guard so he slips the silver knife up his sleeve before hauling the bag back onto his shoulder.
Once again the hunter picks up his stick and continues walking, he feels the ground sink. Luckily he hops out before the rotten wood dislodges and falls into the deep well. From his spot on the floor Sammy crawls forward on his stomach, hesitantly he peeks down into the dank well. "Well I guess I found the Water." Suddenly a pile of rocks fall from the stone path just up the hill from Sam. He is immediately on red alert. Jumping up, he grasps his blade under his too-long yellow sleeve. "hello?" Cautiously he walks up the hill. "Who's there?". He picks up a rock and throws it over the ledge leading to the path, something the other side emits a feral wail. Not thinking twice Sam begins to run.
Dean will know what to do. Dean will know what to do.
On the steep decline his small welly boot gets caught on a branch and his whole body is hurtled forward, tumbling towards the rough ground. Poor Sammy lands on his front, tears well up in his eyes as he looks at his bloody knee-caps and his grazed hands. Gently he brushes his face with his small, stubby hand. Oh no that's grazed too Dads gonna be really cross! Sam sits up and onto his behind crying. Suddenly a cat stalks up behind him. "You s-stupid cat! It w-was you w-w-wasn't it?" The cat looks at him with an awkward expression, almost like he cannot fully comprehend what is going on. "I wish you got mauled by a werewolf!"
Suddenly a dark shadow appears above Sam, its tall and has a long stick in its hand, it howls with laughter. Sammy screams backing up, not caring that his hands are probably getting infected. Sam grabs his knife and holds it out at the approaching figure who snatches it from the child's hand. Sam stares wide-eyed as the creature leans down towards him and "woo-hoo! Bit young to have one of them aren't you?" The yellow coated boy gazes up at the blond haired teen holding a read lolly pop and studying his knife "let me guess, hunter right? My family help hunters out all the time. But you're so young! I mean you're what 6 or something?". The curly haired kid snatches his knife back. "I'm 9 actually! And I don't like being startled by blond bimbos or their psycho cats!" The teen leans against a tree. "who Cas? Nah man Castiel's not psycho, he's just a little socially awkward, aren't ya Cassie?" The blond looks down at the moggy by his feet.
The teen sighs looking at the state of the boy and the tear tracks down his face. He decides to soften his mocking tone. "I'm surprised my old man let you stay, then again he always did prefer guests to his own kids. Then again he doesn't really lodge to people with kids." At this Sam forgets his pain and looks at the blond confused. "why? That's how you make the most money surely?" The teen looks increasingly awkward "I can't really talk about it…I'm Gabriel by the way". Sammy wipes the snot on his sleeve before smiling in return "I'm Sam. Sam Winchester." The boy -now identified as Gabriel - picks his new little friend up. "Well then Sam Winchester, lets get you cleaned up before that poison oak you used as a dowsing rod gets in all your cuts".
A/N: Please please please review. it means a lot to me (just no hard flames please, they hurt)
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