A Teenage Medium and Two Demon Hunters

The Kid

Sam is starting to understand why Dean hates this case so much.

Because the stupid state of New York is a garbage state with garbage people. That's why. First he had to wait for this little punk and his imaginary friend to grab a snack at the vending machine, then when Sam and Dean went to a nearby diner he had to deal with Dean's whining about them not having pie. To top the already awful day off Sam has to go bail his dumbass brother out of jail for breaking and entering into an elderly lady's home.

This may be the second time this has been said in the story, but Sam could not wait to get back to that dumpy motel room and sleep.

Of course that never happens.

Because while they're walking back to the impala, they hear a frightened scream and decide to follow it. Only to find that punk from last night having his heart almost torn out of his chest by a werewolf!

Really, they get there right on time. It's *this* close to ripping that heart out and it would have had Dean not shot it in time. When the monster topples over onto the kid, both brothers rush forward to see if they finished the job and make sure the poor teenager is okay.

Spoiler alert: he's not.

Sam checks for a pulse, making sure that werewolf hadn't succeeded in killing him, and breathes a sigh of relief when he finds one. "He's just knocked out," replied Sam. "But we should get him to a hospital, just to be safe."

And that's exactly what they do.

They're driving to the hospital when the kid shows signs of waking up. He stirs a little in his unconscious state, mumbling some things under his breath. Dean looks over at his brother. "Do you think he remembers what happened to him?" he asked.

"I hope not." Sam replied.

And they fall back into a peaceful, somewhat awkward, silence.

Then the kid wakes up.

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Klaus wakes up and has no idea where the hell he even is.

Last thing he remembers is hearing someone scream. Maybe, he thinks, there were gunshots too. But it's pretty much all a blur. He can't remember anything after that. And the question plays in his head. Where is he?

Was he kidnapped?

He owes a lot of dealers money so maybe one of them sent people out for him and that's why he's in the back of some crappy car. That wouldn't be the worst situation ever. He could get himself out of that probably. He knows how to shoot a gun, fight his way out of a tough situation, and hold a knife thanks to Diego. So it's all fine.

But what if it isn't a drug dealer?

What if it's worse?

What if Ol' Reginald Hargreeves sent some of his psycho friends after him? Did Reggie even have friends? Does he want the team back together? Newsflash oldie, that ain't happening. Klaus would much rather die than ever join that dysfunctional family again.

Klaus realizes he's screaming.

Crap.

How long has he been doing that?

It doesn't matter.

Mr. Hargreeves will give him a lecture on that no matter what.

He tries to kick the window out but before he can, the car comes to a stop and a man opens his door. He manages to kick him in the ribs and hop out of the car, but before he can get too far, his vision blurs and he collapses onto his knees. "Dang it."