Second Generation (Supernatural Sam x OC)

Chapter 1: Like Rogue From X-Men?

Dean sighed "-we're almost finished here. Just let us gank this werewolf first." He gruffed into his cell quickly ending the call.

Sam turned to him raising an eyebrow in wait for an explanation of why Bobby had called in the middle of a hunt. By the way Dean's jaw ticked, Sam could easily see that the man wasn't too excited about whatever Bobby had to say.

"Change of plans. Bobby needs us after this. Something about a hunter that needs help." Dean grumbled not taking his eyes off the road. "Somehow this hunter got a freaky psychic ability."

The younger Winchesters brows wrinkled "How is that possible? And why does he think we can help with that?" Silence filled the Impala for a few moments, with only the rumble of the engines purring filling the small space.

"He said you might be able to give'em some advice, because of your whole... psychic vision thing the other year."

Sam's scrunched brow smoothed out unsure how he should feel about that. Not knowing how to respond he just gave Dean a silent nod, gazing out the window.

"Just focus on this werewolf for now. We're only an hour out from Bobby's anyway." Dean ordered as he pulled into a graveled parking lot of a bar the pack was supposedly known to frequent.

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"No! Max you promised!" Elliott shouted up at her big brother. They were standing in front of Bobby's salvage lot, and had been shouting at each other for the last five minutes.

"Yeah, I did! And so did you!" Max shouted right back. Furry steaming out of his dark green eyes. Elliott grinded her teeth together. Yes, she may have promised Max that she wouldn't use her new found power, but how could he blame her? It was almost two months ago the short, blonde discovered she had a strange ability. She could do something extraordinary. She could heal people! Well- sort of.

On a hunt gone wrong a wendigo had clawed up her big brother Max real good. Elliott was just a second too late to save Max from the thick piercing claws, but was able to deep fry the creature before it could get another slash at him. It wasn't so bad that he would need a hospital, but it was deep enough that she would have to stich him up. There also wasn't any way he would be able to avoid the scars that would surely form. Elliot cursed putting pressure on Max's wound, trying to stop the bleeding when it first happened. It felt strange, like the rest of the world dropped out leaving everything fuzzy. The only thing she could seem to focus on was Max and his bleeding slashes. With a wave of nausea her stomach flipped in her gut. The world was blurred and hearing clouded. That's when the pain started. It was small at first but soon grew. Before she could even comprehend what had happened Max was leaning over her shouting and putting pressure on the painful gashes that had suddenly appeared. It wasn't until later in the motel room as Max stitched her up did she even realize what had happened. She had healed her brother's wounds somehow, by transferring his injuries into herself.

After they had calmed down quite a bit and had time to process, they experimented. Wanting to know if it was a freaky one-time fluke, she had Max make a small cut on his own arm. It wasn't a fluke. Max had been freaked, terrified even. He didn't want to see his little sister hurt. Especially when it was not her injuries to bare. Max made Elliot promise that day, to never use her ability to heal anyone again. For her own safety.

She had kept that promise. For as long as she could. Elliott honestly had meant to keep her promise, but being a hunter meant being around a lot of injured people. It was a vamp hunt, the second time. A young teen was bitten and drained only to the point of wooziness. Elliott had arrived on scene before Max unable to help herself from healing the terrified teen. The poor girl didn't deserve this, and it was nothing for Elliott. She had had much worse. Elliott then told Max that she hadn't been quick enough and a vamp got her before she had decapitated the leach.