Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

24.3

"You dropped this," I didn't need to look up to know that it was Thomas.

"Thomas, when someone threatens your life, be smart about it—don't go following them around."

I heard him take off his bag and take a seat beside me. "I said," he grunted as he placed a small black wallet in front of me, "you dropped this." It was my FBI badge.

I tightly clutched my fingers around it, feeling my nails dig into the leather. "I didn't drop this," I spoke through my teeth, "this was in the car in the glove compartment." He wasn't looking at me. He was studying the half empty parking lot with scanning eyes, so he wasn't able to tell how much trouble he was in. "I swear to god—"

"You're not real FBI. I checked—my dad has a lot of friends."

"I'll kill you," I told him as a matter of factly.

"You can't," he finally turned to meet my eyes. Even though he was wearing a tight smile, his eyes were cold and narrow. "I sent an email straight to the Sheriff's computer. It's supposed to send in half an hour—you have until then to explain what the hell is going on."

When I didn't reply, he sighed tiredly.

"Look," he began, with an exhausted, raspy voice. "I know you were at my house last night. This is a small town and that car sticks out like a sore thumb. My friends are missing and people are dying all around me and I just want a little peace of mind. I know you're not the bad guy. I just want the truth."

"No I am the bad guy," I snapped. "I swear if I find a single scratch on the Impala, I will be the end of you." He wasn't buying it. He was still giving me the same worn out look. I focused on anything else again before I muttered, "You won't believe me."

"Try me."

I still didn't say anything.

"Please."

"I was at your house to protect you. There is something dangerous in the woods snatching up kids who are just like you and I hunt them down."

"Vampires?" He said it like he expected me to laugh.

"Well...yeah."

He nodded to himself. "I was right. You're completely out of your mind. I shouldn't even be near you."

"Aw, darn. I understand. I'll try to get over it, have a nice life." I picked up my sandwich again.

"Hey!" he suddenly shouted with a startled startled gasp. His hand shot out to grab my wrist tightly.

"What is wrong with you?" I shoved him away from me, for the third time today, pulling my hand out of his grasp. "Do you want an early grave?" I stood up, giving him an angry glare.

But he ignored all what I said and didn't bother to hide the surprise on his face. "Your hand! Just an hour ago it was sliced so bad and dripping with blood, but now it looks like you were cut a week ago!" He tilted his head with his mouth open a little. "Are you human?"

"No, I'm a robot?" I shouted incredulously. "Yes, I'm human!"

"No, you and that blue thing—" People were beginning to notice.

"Alright, just calm down, alright? Just calm down."

"Calm down? You want me to calm down?!"

I ignored him and took a step towards him. "You're right, okay?"

He froze. "You're not human?"

"No, you lunatic!" I yelled incredulously. "Sully's not a regular animal."