Once Upon a Supernatural

Chapter XVIII: Kindred Spirits

Ruby and Sam made their way to Granny's, Sam carrying the basket which held the trash and disposables while Ruby had on to the basket. When they walked in, Sam noticed Ms. Lucas peeking at them from the kitchen area. He chuckled.

They walked through the diner and toward the back room where the inn entrance was. Ruby stopped when they finally got somewhere secluded from the busy eyes of the locals. "Thank you, I can't tell you how much this meant to me. I had a very good time."

Sam smiled, "Me too. I'm glad we did this."

Ruby didn't let him say much more, she rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around Sam's neck. Surprised, Sam almost missed his opportunity to kiss her back. But he quickly composed himself and leaned into the kiss, placing his hand on her cheek.

She pulled away, her cheeks were almost as red as the streaks in her hair. "See you later, Sam."

Sam got out of the shower and began to dry himself off. Henry asked to meet with him, so Sam had to hurry. He hadn't said what the problem was; but code black couldn't be good. He'd only given him about a sixty minute window. Sam had fifteen minutes left. Ruby was polite enough, not asking what exactly Sam was doing with the ten year old.

As soon as he pulled on his jeans and shirt, someone knocked on the door. When he opened it, a dark skinned older gentleman stood in front of him. "Sam Winchester?"

Sam nodded. This guy didn't sit well with him; he looked like hadn't seen sunlight in a long time and his mischievous.

"I have something for you from downstairs,"

Sam looked at it questionably, "I didn't order anything."

"No, you didn't. This is from Ruby, actually. She made it for you and asked me to deliver it. She said it's a thank you for the date earlier."

Sam took the container from the man and looked him over. "I haven't seen you around; who are you?"

"I've kind of been on a mini vacation. I work in the kitchen of the diner, which is why you've never seen me. I only get dragged out when my services are needed. Sidney Glass, at your service," he held out his hand for Sam to shake. Timidly, Sam took the man's hand and shook it, giving him a half smile. "I'll make sure to report to Miss Ruby that you accepted the desert. She mentioned that you should eat it right away; it just came out of the oven."

"Oh, yes," Sam said, finally deciding to open the container to see what was inside, "tell her I appreciate it. Um," he looked down at the pastry, "what is it?"

"The diner's famous turnover. I hope you like apple."

***

"I've called Sam. Come on, Dean!" Henry said, pulling at the sleeve of his leather jacket, "We've gotta go to Emma's! We have to stop her!"

Dean sighed, it pained him to see Henry this way. "Kid, she doesn't want to see me. She made that very clear."

"She didn't mean it. That's just how she is. She tries to push everyone away before they have the opportunity to leave her and give on her. You should know, you're the same way!"

"And how would you know?" Dean asked, almost insulted that this character trait was so easily identified to the ten year old.

Henry just looked him in the eye with such an intense glare that Dean had to look away. This child was too smart; too intuitive. He definitely got that from Emma.

"Ms. Blanchard once showed us this painting called Kindred Spirts when we were learning about landscapes in art. After class, I asked her what the title meant. She said that basic definition was two people who had the same attitude or interests; but she always felt like it was something deeper than that. She said that to her, kindred spirits were one soul split into two people. That the bond the two shared went beyond similarities and the two connected on such a level that when they finally get together, it's like they were never supposed to be apart," Henry said the words with such ease and confidence that Dean's mouth had fallen. Who was this kid?