Grant Origins Part 1

There was a string of gruesome murders reported in the small town of Salina, Kansas. Every single one of the victims were young and their hearts were missing from their chests. It was a no-brainer that the FBI would stop by after the local police station gave up on the investigation. Hunters would probably show up soon after. However, Grant would never imagine that the hunters every monster seems to be talking about would be standing right in front of him.

“Agent Haynes and Carter, FBI.” The shorter, smoldering blonde man said, showing the teen his badge. The giant one with flowing, auburn hair followed his movements with a polite smile. He glanced down at the black-haired boy’s name tag. It read: Grant Woods.

“You were the one working the night of the murder?” He nodded. “Can you tell us what happened?” The taller one asked. At that moment, Grant’s head was flooded with the inner voices of the two in front of him.

‘This guy’s gotta be hiding something.’ It was the voice of the blonde as he glared intensely into Grant’s auburn eyes. His partner noticed, but didn’t speak, audibly at least.

‘Come on, Dean. You’re scaring the kid.’ The burly one spoke while nudging his brother. That confirmed it. So, they were the Winchesters.

Dean gave him a fake grin when he noticed Grant had yet to speak. “You alright?”

Grant pulled himself from their thoughts. “Yeah, I’m just still in shock.” He tried to seem surprised. “I can’t believe he’s gone.”

“You knew the victim?”

The boy looked between the two ‘agents’, getting a bit nervous. “A bit. He came in a couple times a week with his friends to buy snacks. Usually drunk, but he gave me a good tip.” As Grant was talking to the two hunters, a slim, blonde-haired boy about the same age of him walked into the store. He was followed by a serious-looking man in a beige trench coat. Grant watched them as they browsed the store. However, as he concentrated on the older man, his mind was bombarded by a screeching sound. Grant doubled over in pain, clutching his head.

Sam grabbed the boy’s arm to hold him up. “You ok?” It took a minute for the pain to fade. The boy nodded, standing up.

“What was that about?” Dean asked, clearly agitated.

“A sudden migraine. I’m alright.”

“Might be from stress, maybe you should lay down for a bit.” Sam suggested with genuinely concerned eyes.

Dean gave the boy a business card with a number written on it. “Call us when you’re feeling better.”

Hesitant at first, Grant took the card and watched the two brothers leave the store. They were soon followed by the trenchcoat-wearing man and the boy, who waved goodbye to Grant as he closed the door.

As soon as they were gone, Grant’s coworker stepped in from the backroom. “Are they gone?”

“Yeah, they left. They’re still outside, though.”

A scrawny little man with messy brown hair stood next to Grant as they both stared out the window. His employee name tag read: Scott Summers. “So, were they hunters?”

Grant sighed. “Worse, they’re the Winchesters.”

Scott gave him a dead-eyed look of shock. “What?! Are they after us?”

“I don’t think so.”

He gestured to Sam and Dean, who were inspecting the body outside. “What are they thinking?”

The black-haired boy stared at the brothers for a minute. “Lots of claw and teeth marks, the heart is missing from the body, so they think it’s a werewolf, but most werewolves only turn during a full moon. Because of that they’re thinking it’s a pureblood or an Alpha.”

Scott breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Grant’s shoulder. “Good, so they don’t think it was us.”

Grant glared at his colleague. “They might if you continue to go out at night and drink from homeless people. They’re not stupid, Scott. They’ll catch your trail eventually. You need to stop while we’re both hidden.”

“You worry too much.”

“Oh, yeah?” Grant crossed his arms. “And what were you doing cowering in the back corner just now?”

“Shut up.” Scott watched the brothers every move in anxious glances, before turning to his black-haired colleague. “Listen, you gotta follow them around, see what they’re doing. Stay close enough to hear their thoughts but not enough to get caught. Got it?”

Grant sighed. “Do I really have to?”

“Well, I’m your boss. So, yes, you have to.”

The ebony-haired boy sat in a booth in the only restaurant in town, casually reading a magazine. On the other side of the room were the brothers, as well as the blonde-haired boy and trench-coat toting man. They were talking about the case, though almost all of them were thinking about how to find the archangel Lucifer. Sam was actually worrying about a redhead named Ariel. Probably his girlfriend. None of this was particularly interesting to Grant, so he started to tune their thoughts out. That’s when he felt it. An old, ancient, dark aura emanating from a random man at the bar. Grant tuned into his inner thoughts.

‘Oh boys, so charitable. Bringing the nephilim right to me, unbelievably naive.’ The man smiled, giving quick glances to brothers while trying to act inconspicuous. He was a demon, Grant was sure of it. However, his aura was much darker, more powerful, more ancient than any demon he’d ever come across.

At that moment, Grant knew he had to do something. His body sprung up, without checking in with his brain first, and quickly made his way over to the hunters’ table. “Excuse me.” He tried to be as polite as possible so as to not draw unwanted attention to himself.

The blonde boy turned to him and smiled. “Hey, you’re the guy from the gas station.”

Grant gave him a small nod. He tried to hide his fear, but he could tell by the way Sam looked at him that he was being anything but subtle.

“Grant, what’s up? You ok?”

The boy did everything in his power to keep himself from looking back at the demon. “I need to speak with you outside.” He said, lowering his voice. “All of you, Please come quick.”

Sam gave him a look of confusion and concern. Dean and the man in the trench-coat simply looked at each other.

‘This seems a bit shady, Cas.’ Dean said inside his mind while looking across the table. So, the man’s name was Cas. The hunter slid his hand down to grip his gun.

They were all hesitant, but they followed the disheveled teen through the restaurant and out the door. They all crowded outside, but Grant did not stop. He took a few steps before realizing they were not following him. He turned to face the confused and suspicious hunters.

“You gonna talk or what?” Dean snarked.

“We can talk somewhere else. You’re not safe here.”

“Is that a threat?” Cas seemed to tense up, becoming more protective of the younger boy beside him.

Grant sighed. “What? No, I’m trying to save your asses.”

“From what?” Sam asked.

The boy tried to describe the horrible entity that was stalking them at that current moment. “I only have one word for you. Asmodeus.”

Everyone immediately raised their weapons at the sound of that name. They must know him and hate him judging by the fear and anger in their eyes.

“How do you know that name? You a demon?” Sam demanded, pointing his gun at the boy.

Grant, in an effort to not get shot, put his hands up. “No, It means absolutely nothing to me. I have no idea who that is, but if he’s anything like his aura, you don’t want to be near him.”

The boy’s lowered their guns, they looked at each other, before nodding. They ordered Cas and the younger boy, apparently named Jack, into the back of their black Chevy Impala. Grant sighed before turning back to the restaurant and his heart sank. Asmodeus was gone.

“Hold up, kid.” Grant turned to see Dean pointing a gun in his face. “You’re coming with us, get in the car.”

Grant looked between him and the car. He wasn’t worried, he knew the bullets would do nothing to him, but he also knew better than to disobey an order from a Winchester, especially when they’re already suspicious of him. He nodded and got in the back seat.

There were ten agonizing minutes of awkward silence before Sam turned to Grant. “Back there, you talked about auras. Are you a psychic?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I just feel things sometimes.” He thought it was best to not speak of his telepathy.

Sam glanced at Jack and Cas, who Grant was sitting next to. “Just curious, what are you getting from these two?”

Grant knew better to stare at Cas for too long unless he wanted a brain aneurysm, so he focused his auburn eyes on Jack. The boy smiled innocently at him. He looked as unthreatening as any other kid, but he could tell there was something powerful underneath. His body was pulsing with energy. “Um, incredibly powerful. Both of their auras are very different from that man. Bright, pure, raw energy, but incredibly old. Like, the beginning of the galaxy old.”

Dean and Sam looked at each other. “Yeah, definitely a psychic.”