Merthur/Merlin one shot

How Merlin met the Winchester brother

It had been around 920 years since he had seen one of his last friends. The death of Gwaine was what made him feel something break. It was one of the reasons why he stayed as far as possible away from other people.

It was just that he couldn't handle the pain of losing another person. Another thing was that he realized was that he blacks out and when he does, he realizes afterward that he was doing things that was not his age.

And he meant not his age. He wouldn't be able to hold his bladder and would be drawing or playing. That was at least what Aithusia told him. She was the last one who was with him but even they knew that at some point she would also leaving him.

Either way she was always there for him and making sure that he would not hurt himself when he regressed. Not that he knew what it was that time, and it was now 2006 that he realizes what it was. The dragon long gone and even people with magic had by now hiding themselves.

Not just magic but any supernatural thing was not showing themselves from any human and that for a good reason. There were hunters out that kill supernatural's and not all obviously kill all non-human beings but there were a lot of hunters.

Funnily enough he was one of hunters but stayed alone and never close enough to anyone. It was the risk of people killing him for what he was. After all, he wasn't really human but pure magic. This would make hunters probably want to kill him.

His mood soured and he wished for Arthur, but he knew that the other would not arrive any time soon. Not with how it all played out. This was why he felt slowly losing faith. Maybe he was just damned to never die.

His gut felt queasy at this and he really wanted to give up. Wanting to curl himself into a ball, cuddling with his teddy Arty and sucking on his dummy. A thing that had been made not too long ago around maybe 100 years or something.

It was just a soothing feeling for him sucking on something like this and he wanted nothing more than have a Caregiver but who would want him? There was no way that he could get close to someone. Not with how mortals die at some point and he would be left alone again.

His heart felt a sting and he sniffed at this. A heavy sigh went out and he wiped furiously the tears an away. Right now, crying would do no good with him being in the middle of a hunt. He really wanted nothing more then go back to his little cozy home.

"Tsk, Sammy I told you there is nothing." An unfamiliar annoyed voice rang through the forest and he so was not wanting to deal with people.

"Dean, people vanish on this forest. So yes I am sure that there is something going on and I mean not a serial killer but something supernatural as people's account said that they vanished out of thin air." The tone was as annoyed, and he puffed his cheeks out.

Great just great now he had to deal with two people and he really wanted nothing more then just leave. But something stopped him. The second person had made his magic active. Almost as if telling him to protect this person.

It was confusing him, and it also wanted him to get closer to these two. It was making him annoyed at himself and his magic. The only time that happened was when Arthur had died, and this made him just want to leave and turn around. The clicking of two guns made him turn slowly around to be met with two people.

Both look around their 20th and one had green eyes that remind him of some apple green but with some brown in it. Then there was smoky blue. One of the two with a longer hair was half a head bigger and the other was smaller.

Both had their eyes sharp on him and guns pointed on him. This alone made him huff out and folding his arms. Okay, he was done dealing with hunters.

"What are they John Winchester or what?" He grumbled under his breath, but it seemed loud enough for the two to hear it and froze.

"Who are you and why do you know our father." The smaller of the two adults with sharper eyes. The second of the two was having his gun slightly more down and he really wasn't wanting to deal with people.

His breath hitched slightly in anxiety and him so hated being this way but it had been a while that he had talked to anyone. And he meant a while it was a thing that made him want to avoid people even more.

"Uh...well am also a hunter and um..." He trailed off awkwardly yet also anxious to have to deal with two people who were the sons of John.

"Guess that explains why you are here. Presume that your Merlin?" The tone was interested said by the green-eyed male who looked more friendly than the person who was smaller.

"Sam we can't just trust him."

"Okay first of all I am not going to hurt you and second of all yes. Put the gun away because this won't work against witches." He grumbled out and he was pretty sure that he sounded younger right now. Yup he definitely is right now feeling himself slip slightly.

Not something that he wanted, and he had to push his headspace away or else this could end up in a bad way.

"I hate Witches so fucking much. Why did we accept this gig again?"

"Because people disappeared Dean."

The other piqued and he mused at this as the two started to bicker. There was a shift and he instantly moved closer to them. His gaze went around, and he could feel someone's magic nearby. So that he shushed them, and both gave him a look.

There was now silence and there was a sudden whisper and before he really realized what he done he pushed both away and feeling himself hit with something. And this was exactly why he was trying to avoid being on hunts with people because of exactly this.

There was this cackling and then the magic vanished. Meaning that they were alone once again, and he could feel his body ache more now. A shiver went through him and he felt oddly hot yet cold.

"Sammy watch over him, I will get that bitch." There was a shuffling heard and he wanted to call out not to go after the witch but all that he could muster were groans.

Yup whatever this spell was not going to kill him. The other person -called Sammy he assumed- was trying to get him to say something but he shook his head. His eyes squinted close and he wanted nothing more than have someone cuddle him and tell him that it was fine.

Soon his mind blacked out and he was pretty sure that he fell unconscious...