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Bobby Singer woke to the sound of knocking on his door. He glanced at the clock and grunted. It was three in the morning and the thunderstorm was bringing about old wound aches.
"Better be fuckin' important."
He prayed it wasn't Sam or Dean bleeding out on the other side of the entrance. Or disastrously; just one of the brothers unaccompanied on the porch. Bobby could hope it was just someone in demand of a hunter. Or perhaps the boys were finishing up a hunt nearby and needed a place to crash.
He slipped on his shoes and headed for the door, snatching his shotgun on the way. Unlocking the door, he froze.
Bobby stared at the teenager on the front stoop. The kid was drenched from the downpour but he wasn't shivering. Blood ran down the front of his white t-shirt as he clutched at his front with both arms. A morbid shadow of a hug. The teen raised his head, raven-black locks fell back to reveal his gaze.
His eyes were blue.
They reflected the light like a cat's eye.
He wasn't human.
Bobby brought up his shotgun and took a steady aim. The creature with the face of a teenager flinched backward.
"Please, help me."
"I ain't an idjit, and you aren't human. Not fallin' for it."
The 'kid's' bottom lip quivered. Shit, that wasn't fair.
"I know I'm not human, but please. I need help. Please"
The tears began to flow when he mumbled human. The teen faltered on his feet before his eyes rolled back and he dropped forward. Bobby swore as he caught the creature before he whacked his skull on the doorway.
Looked like a normal human child, but the eyeshine earlier had given it away.
Bobby shouldered his shotgun and scooped the kid up. He was surprisingly light and his skin was icy to the touch.
Bobby hauled the kid into the house and headed for the panic room.