Living in Supernatural

Chapter 4- The difference

           

"Oh shit!! He passed out!! Not good Dean!!! He probably lost too much blood." Sam said worriedly to his brother.

"No kidding Sam!! We'll have to give him a transfusion, only we don't know what type of blood he has. DAMMIT!!! Perfect timing kid!!! Just perfect!" Dean said throwing his arms up in frustration.

"DEAN!! It's not his fault! Besides, it's probably on his ID, right?" Sam asked Dean hopefully.

"Yeah!! Clever idea Sammy! Now we just have to find it. Oh wait, we don't know where it is." Dean retorted sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help, Dean. No need to be nasty. Besides, he's probable type A positive, most people are." Sam said attempting to calm his brother.

"When do you have time to learn these things??" Dean asked Sam, looking at him like he was a freaky nerd, because he was. "That is so not natural."

"Obviously Dean, how could I forget when you tell me at least five times a day? As to when I had time, I went to college, unlike you." Sam retorted haughtily.

"Ouch, Sammy. Right in the feels, but it's not like you have any so you wouldn't understand." Dean shot back unfazed.

"Yeah, yeah. You're a jerk and I'm a bitch, let's just fix the kid up, okay?" Sam said slightly impatient.

"All right all right. I'll get right on it little bro." Dean said genially.

Suddenly Rhysand's eyes popped open and he sat up, looked around slowly and then stood up abruptly. He started for the rack of weapons and grabbed a very long, and very cursed blade.

"Hey Rhysand?" Dean asked cautiously. "How are you able to touch that without being cursed.....?"

Rhysand gave a slow, deep laugh at the question. He slowly turned around and looked at the brothers in turn.

"Are you sure you want to know that, Sam and Dean Winchester? You won't like the answer." Not-Rhysand answered.

Sam looked at his brother in astonishment and fear. Dean sat down in the hallway chair and thought for a moment. He had noticed that when he shot Rhysand, the kids eyes had changed momentarily from green to blue and then to gold. The only explanation he could think of was that maybe just maybe Rhys was like Sammy.

"Hey Sammy, do you think that this kid could be like you, and the others? Ya know, with the weird psychic shit?" Dean slowly asked his little brother.

"I honestly don't know Dean. I haven't sensed anything from him, if that's what you're asking. Anything's possible, but I really can't say for sure." Sam answered.

"Okay," Dean said, "Just thought I'd ask."

"Hey! Whaddya mean 'weird psychic shit'? As far as I know, I'm a regular human like everybody else!" Rhysand growled out defensively.

"Then you must not know us very well. I'm not even sure that we classify as 'regular humans' anymore." Sam said looking at his brother with a snort of ironic humor.

"Yeah, probably not, I mean, all the things we've seen and done, I'm still not sure that the monsters under our bed aren't real. I mean, all our other nightmares are." Dean said, laughing.

"What he means by 'weird psychic shit' is that I have strange abilities, weird dreams that come true, and lots of other things that we probably don't even know about yet. Have you ever experienced that kind of thing before, Rhysand?" Sam asked.

"Well, if you had asked me that a couple of hours ago, I would've said no." Rhys said cautiously.

"But now?" Dean asked.

"Now, I'm honestly not sure of anything. I mean, I went to sleep in Portland, Oregon, in my bed, and I woke up here on your couch. That's not normal, even I know that." Rhysand said sighing in resignation.

Sam and his brother walked out of the hallway and into the bedroom talking in hushed tones. Rhysand wondered what they could be talking about. He assumed it was probably him, but he really couldn't be sure. He knew that something had to be different about him, otherwise they probably would have been talking in front of him. He spotted a mirror at the other end of the hallway and decided to peek at himself just to see if he was normal-looking at least. He slowly walked over to the mirror and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes slowly and was shocked at what he saw looking out at him. No, he thought no no no no no it can't be, it isn't possible! There's no way that's me! I don't look like that! Rhys's knees buckled and he fell onto the floor in the hallway. He curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth crying and saying no over and over.