Grant Origins Part 2

They drove for a while more in silence. To where, Grant had no idea, until they pulled up at a run down motel near the edge of town. The boy waited until they were safely inside before speaking. “Why did you bring me here?”

The taller brother gave him a comforting smile and soft eyes. “We just want to ask you some questions, Grant.”

“Like how you knew that demon’s name.” Dean interjected.

The boy sighed. He was already getting tired of keeping up his innocent persona and was tempted to tell the boys everything. “I told you, I don’t know. His name just popped into my head.” Well, that wasn’t a complete lie.

Both Sam and Dean squinted their eyes suspiciously at him. He wasn’t as good at lying as he thought.

Grant’s eyes widened as the blood rushed from his face. He felt that aura again, but this time, it wasn’t alone. “They’re here.”

“Who?”

The boy sighed out of frustration. “F*** this.” He turned to the blonde. “Jack, Asmosdues wants to take you down to hell and force you to do his bidding.”

“How do you know?” Sam asked, more than a little confused by his sudden outburst.

“I read his mind, genius.” Grant said, deadpan.

The brothers glanced at each other. “Guess that explains it.” Dean responded.

“There’s five demons. They’re circling the motel, trying to ambush us.”

“Where?” Cas demanded.

Grant pointed to seemingly random points on the walls. Cas and Dean got into position, readying their blades. Sam trained the barrel of his gun at the motel’s front door.

The boy looked at him. “I can help, how do you kill a demon?”

Sam stopped him from walking any closer to the door. “That’s not necessary, we got this.” He said, pulling Grant and Jack behind him.

Despite the fact that the hunter didn’t answer his question, he got the information he needed. “Angel blade, got it.” The boy unzipped the duffle bag on the bed, pulling out a sleek, silver blade identical to one he saw in Sam’s head.

The demons came through the window and the walls. Cas stabbed the first, but got caught up in a fight with the second. Dean was fighting another one. The last one walked past them, raising his blade at Grant and Jack.

The last demon broke through the door. Flicking his hand, throwing Sam against a wall. Jack went to aid Sam, leaving Grant with the last demon.

The demon lunged towards him. Luckily, Grant was able to dodge, but then it swung its blade, slashing Grant’s front. He staggered backwards, holding his chest. He hissed from the pain in his stomach, but he stood his ground, retaliating with his own slash. The demon grabbed his wrist. Throwing him to the ground, Grant struggled to keep the blade away from his body.

Sam witnessed the struggle. “Grant!” He yelled, trying to get the attention of the demon.

Jack turned in time to see the demon piercing the boy’s chest. “No!”

As soon as he spoke, a funnel of pure energy exploded from the boy’s palm. His eyes glowed a bright yellow as he pierced the demon with its own blade. Dean and Cas killed the other two before turning to Grant, who was bleeding on the floor. However, despite his scrunched up face and his moans of pain, he seemed overall unaffected. He pulled the knife out of his abdomen and sat up, clutching his wound. The brothers and Cas exchanged astonished, as well as confused glances before Sam kneeled down.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok. Let me take a look.” He tried to push Grant’s hand away so he could inspect the injury, but the boy held on.

The boy sighed. “Sam, I’m fine.” The larger brother helped him to his feet as he removed his hand from his chest, showing that the wound had already begun to heal.

“What are you?” Dean demanded, raising his gun.

Grant raised his blood-soaked hands in defense. “Hey, hey, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I was just trying to help.”

“Answer his question.” Sam brought out the dad voice. The boy was sure he meant it to come out as more threatening, but he was clearly still concerned for the kid. “Grant, what are you?”

He glanced at Jack, who was silently begging him to calm his dads down. Grant tried to figure out a way to get out of this without telling the world’s greatest hunters what he was, but he couldn’t. He huffed, “I’m…a vampire.” The boy opened his mouth, exposing his retractable fangs.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, they seemed a little disappointed, as well as confused.

Grant gave them an unamused glare. “Sorry I’m not the big baddie you were expecting.”

“We didn’t say that.” Dean replied.

“But you thought it.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his temples. “Right, a psychic vampire.”

“How is it that you can read minds?” Jack asked innocently.

Grant shrugged. “Don’t know, always have been.”

“Even after you were turned into a vampire?”

The boy tilted his head in confusion. “What?”

“After you were bitten.” Dean said deadpanned, giving the kind an unamused glare.

His auburn eyes bounced between the two of them. For the first time, his confusion seemed genuine. “I was never bitten. I was born like this.”

Sam and Dean’s eyes widened so aggressively, they threatened to fall out of their sockets. “What?”

“My dad was a vampire, my mom was human. It’s not that complicated.”

Sam, Dean and Cas whispered to each other while Grant and Jack sat awkwardly on the bed. Grant glanced at the adults as they conversed.

“So, are we really buying this?” Dean asked, crossing his arms.

“I mean, we’ve seen weirder.” Sam retorted.

“Is it really the best idea to trust a vampire, though?” Asked Cas.

Sam brought out his lethal puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Cas. Yes, he’s a vampire, but he’s also a kid.”

“We don’t know how old he is.”

Sam glanced at his older brother before sighing. “Well, regardless, he did help us.”

“That’s true.” Dean thought for a moment, then smirked. “You know, we could use him.”

The long-haired man glared at his brother.

“Think about it. No one’s gonna be able to lie in front of him. He could help us get information without using ‘advanced interrogation.’” Dean turned to the two boys sitting on the bed, raising his voice so they could hear him. “Hey kid, do you know if there’s any monster you can’t read the thoughts of?”

The black-haired boy thought for a second. “Well, I can’t look at your friend for too long without hearing an ear-piercing scream.” He gestured to Cas.

“That’s not screaming, you’re hearing Enochian.” The man with the trenchcoat responded matter-of-factly. He saw the boy’s confusion and tried to clarify. “The language of angels.”

Grant looked between the two hunters. “Angels?”

“Yeah.” Retorted Sam. “He’s an angel.”

“I am too.” Grant turned to Jack, who smiled. “Well, half. My mom was human.”

Grant closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. He tried to make sense of the information he was being given. “You know it's been a long day when I’m not the weirdest thing in the room.” He muttered, half to himself.

“Speaking of,” the moose interjected. “Where are your parents?”

“Dead.” The kid’s deadpanned response shocked the two fake FBI officers. “My mom died when I was born. My dad was killed when I was 8, probably a hunter.”

“Who’s been raising you?” Dean asked, narrowing his forest green eyes.

The dark-hair boy looked at him like he was asking an obvious question. “Me?”

Both of the brothers shared a look of surprise with a hint of familiarity. They had so many questions, but it was Jack that spoke up first.

“You’ve been taking care of yourself since you were 8?” The blonde stared at him. His eyes were wide with curiosity. Grant nodded.

Jack tilted his head. “How?”

He shrugged. “I stole anything I could find. It was pretty easy when you know exactly when someone is coming.”

“What about a home?” Dean questioned. He seemed to have a hard time wrapping his head around a child so young being completely independent. That, or he was trying to squeeze information out of the young vampire. “Where did you sleep?”

Grant narrowed his eyes. He was starting to get suspicious. In order to keep his fellow vampires out of the flames, he decided to lie. “Bounced around orphanages, a few foster homes, there were times I just slept at people’s homes while they were away on vacation. Now, I pretty much live at the only motel in town, which we’re at right now.”

“Did you interact with any other vampires?”

The boy gulped down his nerves. “Nope.”

“How about your father?” Sam asked. He noticed the confusion in his eyes so he tried to be more specific. “The alpha? The one responsible for all vampires? He has a psychic connection with everyone that’s been bitten and turned.”

Grant shook his head. “Never met him, psychically or otherwise. Didn’t even know a guy like that existed.”

Shock washed over Sam’s face. “That’s impossible, every vampire knows him. They’re deeply connected to him. He practically controls them with his thoughts.”

The kid gave a half hearted shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, I guess he just didn’t like me that much.”

Sam leaned into Cas with a quizzical look of wonder. “Do you think he couldn’t make a connection because the kid somehow used his powers to shield himself from his control?”

The angel thought for a minute. “It’s possible. Psychics do tend to have some mental barriers to protect themselves from outside influences, purely by instinct.”

“So, this interrogation’s been fun and all, but when do I get to leave?” Grant looked up at them expectantly.

Dean locked eyes with the black-haired vampire. “You’re not leaving, kid.”

Both Grant and Sam gave him a look of nervous shock. “Dean!”

“Oh, come on man!” Grant responded, raising his voice. “I haven’t done anything to you. In fact, I saved your kid over here from being taken by a demon. That’s gotta be worth something!” Grant then took a moment to gaze into the hunter’s emerald eyes. His demeanor changed from fearful and angry to disappointed. “You gotta be kidding me…”

“What?” Sam asked, looking between the two.

“Nope.” Dean responded, confidently. “We have a deal?”

“What are you talking about?” Jack chimed in, as confused as Sam. There was clearly something going on between Grant and Dean that no one else was aware of.

The vampire sighed. “He wants me to be your personal lie detector…in exchange for my life.” He turned back to the blonde. “Read minds for you or you shoot me, doesn’t really seem like I have a choice.”

Dean gave the same fake smile as back at the gas station. “Sure you do, you’re choosing between living and dying. So, bud, what will it be?”

Grant narrowed his almond eyes, piercing a glare at the blonde, before sighing. “You’re such a d*ck.”

Dean turned to the rest of his family with a smug grin plastered on his face. “I think that’s a yes.”