Blind Boys Don't Lie

The Man Who Could Fly

Sam was sat in a dark room and the cloth bag was pulled off of his head. Sam turned around immediately to see who had taken him, but they had already disappeared into the shadows.

Sam gulped back tears. "DEEEEEEAAAANNN!!!!" He shouted. A hand clamped his mouth shut.

"Shhh, they'll hear you...," a voice whispered. "Come with me, kid."

In the dark of the room, Sam could see a face that had appeared next to him. He looked young, maybe 15 or 16, with a curly mop of hair and kind, blue-green eyes.

"Wh-Wh-Who are you?" Sam stuttered, getting his breath back from the shock.

"Name's Marko. Come on kid, we don't have all day. We've only got the night," He said mysteriously. He held out a gloved hand.

Every fiber of his being said don't take it, but then again, every fiber of his being also said don't stay here, so Sam took hold of the offered hand.

"What are you doing here? Where am I?" Sam asked, gripping Marko's hand as the stranger pulled him to his feet.

"You're in a vampire cave," Marko said simply, "and it doesn't matter what I'm in here for, the point is: walk."

Sam shut his mouth and walked through the dark, damp cave, holding onto Marko as he stumbled over the clutter.

"Watch your step," Marko told him, "Now climb."

"It's too dark," Sam whispered, squinting to see. "What time is it?"

"It's nearing sunset," Marko yawned.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Let's just say, I don't like these guys," the stranger nodded.

Sam stumbled up a small tunnel and into the dark of the night. Marko followed him out.

"Let's fly," Marko said with a mischievous grin. Sam shot him a confused look, and Marko took hold of the back of Sam's jacket and kicked off the ground, right off a cliff.

Sam tried to scream but the cool night air filled his throat. As they plummeted to the rocks below, Marko pulled up and began to fly. The wind whipped through their hair and Sam scrabbled to grab hold of something, not trusting his jacket not to slide off of his arms.

He held onto Marko's forearms and the stranger held him up. They glided easily through the clouds and Marko dipped down, his feet landing and propelling him into a run before he stopped at the entrance to a run down hotel.

"What the--- how the?--- M-Marko--- what--?" Sam panted, getting his breath back, pushing away from the man who could fly.

"I'll explain later, get inside,"

Sam ripped his hand from Marko's grip. "No!! Why did you just do that?!"

"Because I was told to!" Marko growled, pushing Sam gently in the direction of the entrance.

"Who were you getting me away from? You said you were getting me away from a vampire, but... but you can fly!"

"I'm going to let David explain, now get in the hotel," his eyes suddenly didn't look so kind.

Sam gulped and nodded, getting inside. He would be so much braver if Dean was here...

He climbed down into a large opening, a lot like a hotel lobby, except decked out with rock posters and skulls and chains. Candles lit the way, and suddenly, a pigeon flapped right past his face.

Sam jumped back into Marko, who nudged him forward.

"Just a pigeon, keep going," Marko said, sounding somewhat irritated.

Sam took a seat on a broken fountain as Marko lit up a few barrels to bring in some light.

"Nice of you to join us, Marko," called a very distinct voice from the shadows. A man stepped out in all black leather, his platinum hair spiked up in the front and blue eyes glittering mischievously.

He walked with a professional grace, an intimidating saunter, one full of confidence and precision. He entered the light, which caused great contrast on his face, giving him a completely inhuman look, extenuating his cheekbones and brow bones. He looked professionally sinister.

"And who is this young man?" The stranger knelt down in front of Sam to be at eye level with the frightened Winchester boy.

"S-Sam Winchester," he stuttered.

The stranger smirked, "Sam, hm? Nice to meet you, Sam. And what brings you to our cave tonight, Sammy?"

Sam tried to speak but his voice was lost and his throat was dry.

"The kid was in Jason's cave," Marko noted in place of Sam.

The stranger's face fell and he became very serious. He looked away from Sam and addressed Marko alone.
"Jason?"

"Saw it myself. The new kid took him in there, you know the one,"

"'Sc-Scuse me? Who's Jason? What new kid?" Sam piped up nervously. The blond looked at him. There was a full minute of silence and Sam considered asking again.

"Sam, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is David, this is Marko, and that is Dwayne, and Paul,"
The blonde, 'David,' motioned into the shadows, where two figures had appeared without Sam even realizing.

They could've killed me, I need to pay better attention... Sam thought. Maybe this was all his dad's test? To see how well he paid attention and got out of a situation?

The one David referred to as Paul stepped up as a sign of acknowledgement. Out of the shadows, Sam could see the same terrifying confidence that David and Marko had in both the men.

Paul had sandy-brown hair and dangerous expressions. He was dressed in leather and a low cut shirt, and his hair was wildly messy.
He was a reckless sort of delinquent, a troublemaker, a hothead. Sam had seen enough monsters in his short life to know the type.

Dwayne, however, was silent and sulky, sticking to the shadows like a cat on the prowl. Dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, dark clothes, he was inconspicuous, a shadow, something not to be seen, not to be trusted, not to be doubted or overlooked. But at the same time, that was what he wanted.

The other two terrified Sam almost more than David did. Almost.

Subconsciously, Sam was humming.

Paul stepped forward, far too close for Sam's liking, to take a listen.

"You humming Metallica?" Paul said in disbelief.

"Uh-huh. It calms me down." Sam whispered hoarsely.

"You want to know what calls me down?" Paul asked. Sam nodded. The man held out a small roll of paper. Sam couldn't see clearly, but it looked like something to smoke.

Immediately, the Winchester's eyes widened and he shook his head at it as though even being near the drug would hurt him. Paul laughed at his reaction and lit up.

"Paul," David stated sternly. Paul moved away with a chuckle, and David turned back to the boy, bottle in hand.

"Would you like something to drink, Sammy?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Sam tried to look in the container. It looked red like wine. Although Dean drank underage, he'd get killed if John or Dean ever found out about this. Much like the smoke, he shook his head frantically.

David's eyebrow quirked up ever so slightly as he leaned forward.
"You don't like fruit punch?" He took a quick swig to show that it was nothing. "Suit yourself."

"Y-You have any Pepsi?" Sam finally found his voice. The others broke out laughing. Even David smirked at that.

"Marko," David said. Marko turned up with a small glass in hand.

"Sadly, only punch. Don't think you'd like any of our wine. I'd need to see some I.D. for that," David poured a small glass for Sam and gave it to him. Sam looked suspiciously in the cup.

"Is this drugged?" He asked innocently. The others laughed again, and David chuckled this time.

"It's just fruit punch, Sam. You can drink it. Trust me."