Get It Started

A New Face

They'd been gone for way too long.

When the door clanged, Sam got up immediately to meet them in the main room. He was about to demand to know what had taken so long, but the question was answered before he'd even completely formed it in his mind. Dean had some other person, who Sam had never seen in his life, slung across his shoulder.

Cas was the one who had closed the door and followed behind with an almost anxious look, and winced slightly as Dean let the body semi-haphazardly slip from his shoulder and hit the nearest table: back-first. It was a guy, pretty short; possibly only 5'6" just from what Sam could see, maybe an inch or two taller. Boots, jeans, grey hoodie and white t-shirt. Dirty red hair, but red nonetheless, which meant behind closed eyes was most likely blue or green.

He was really scraped up, not to mention passed out.

"What's going on? Who is that?" Sam asked as he walked closer to examine the cuts on the stranger's hands and face,

"Not sure, we were driving back and he just... fell from, well, nothing. Right in the middle of the road." Dean answered, eyebrows pulled together while he watched Sam cross the room to grab a wet cloth. Cas came forward then to look a little more closely at the dude, and seemed as if he were about to say something but instead let out a huffy breath. Face utterly bewildered, he commented quietly "It's... strange."

Dean turned to look at Cas just as Sam returned, both Dean and Sam staring expectantly as if he should continue. Cas shook his head and sighed, giving the body another confused once-over,

"The way he 'fell'," Cas gestured to Dean, "as you described it, it was so similar to... to an angel jumping through time." He shook his head again and leaned down, getting a closer look at the guy's face as Sam cleaned out cuts with the wet cloth, "But that's not possible, I don't recognise-"

Light green eyes snapped open with a loud gasp, and three sets of feet tumbled back in unison. The stranger reached out before Sam could stumble back too far and gripped his wrist tightly, now the stranger was panting as if he'd just run across the world.

Maybe he had.

His gaze went from Sam, to Dean, then Cas- his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly as if he recognised Cas but couldn't place him. Eyes then flew wildly around the room, his body scrunched up into a less vulnerable position on the table and his hand clamped a little tighter around Sam's wrist, who was already trying to calm the man down,

"Hey, hey hey woah, take it easy, are you okay?"

"What's your name?" That was Dean, Cas looked over at him with an expression that clearly read "Really?" But he let it go and focused on the red headed stranger, instead he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone "Do you know where you are?"

The stranger shook his head, now looking somehow not only around the room, but beyond it. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out. He swallowed with effort and sucked in a breath after, still breathing heavily, the resulting sound in his throat stating for itself 'I'm so dehydrated...'

Sam gave the others a quick look, carefully pried the guy's fingers from his wrist, and left to the nearest faucet again.

By the time he returned, Stranger had gotten control of his lungs and was breathing regularly. He was staring, looking between Cas and Dean with squinted eyes and a face that couldn't really be read. Sam looked between all three quizzically, Stranger looked down at his feet unblinkingly and Dean gave Sam a shrug.

Sam nudged the stranger's shoulder, who looked up at him meekly, he was clearly scared to death. Even though he didn't know who it was, it still sunk Sam's heart a little, the last thing he ever wanted was for his existence to cause people fear, even though he knew right now it wasn't all on him.