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Haunted: I Hear Your Breathing

Summary: They say time heals anything, but it definitely didn't heal the guilt awakening in Sam Winchester's heart when he faces a young girl who's identical to his dead best friend, killed fourteen years ago.

Character(s): CryBaby, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Jack Kline, Melanie Martinez (flashback), William Blair (flashback), Jackie Molina (flashback) and Miles Nasta (flashback).

Pairings: Sam Winchester/William Blair (flashback)

Warning(s): Blood and Injury (non-graphic), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse (mentioned).

“I’m glad you came, Sammy, really.”

“To be honest, me too. It's good to just have fun, you know? I just hope they don't take so long.”

The moon alongside the stars shone bright over both teenagers. It was late, way past midnight, the streets were empty and the only sound heard were the leaves dancing against each other, following the rhythmic breeze.

“So, what do you think about my offer, hm?” Will muttered, nuzzling his face onto Sam's neck. “I want to spend some time with my favorite Sam.”

“Do you have others?” Despite being dark, the reddish tone on his cheeks were still visible. William’s chuckles send slight shrivers to his soft skin.

“Not better than you though,” The brunette sucked a breath in, craving to feel more of Sam’s natural fragrance. “I just wish you went to my apartment, only for tonight.”

“You know I can't, I have-” Sam paused, suppressing a moan when his friend peppered small and slow kisses on his neck. “I have an assignment tomorrow. I shouldn't even be here in the first place.”

“You're no fun,” William pulled himself away to face his friend for a second. “But I understand, being smart is part of your charm. Need to keep that.”

Sam playfully shook his head, before his eyes widened when Will pushed his hands under his shirt.

“Don't worry Sam, you know me, I don't do things in public, well, unless you want to,” He told him, sensing Sam's body tense. “It's not like I would have any problems pinning you down right here and br-”

“We're here!” Melanie's voice warned both boys of her presence. “Look what we got!” She raised her arms holding the pizza boxes while her friend Jackie showed the sodas.

She eyed the spot Will’s hand was placed and a smirk appeared on her face. “You know what Mel, I think we should leave these alone to… you know, we better not interrupt.” Jackie teased.

“God, I hate you so much.”

“Love you two Sammy.” Melanie sat at his side, with the pizza boxes still on her lap. Jackie took a seat next to Will, handling him one of the bottles while she opened hers.

“So, you're planning a tour right now?” Sam asked, taking a slice from pepperoni pizza.

“Yeah,” She replied, swallowing the pieces before continuing. “We’ll probably start around august next year, I'm just finishing some schedule things, you know, boring stuff.”

“Uhum.”

“I mean, I have my setlist done. I was thinking about doing some covers like I used to or do acoustic versions of a few songs until-” A high pitched scream left her lips when someone shook her shoulders from behind, revealing to be her other friend. “Miles! What the fuck!?”

Everyone cackled at Melanie's reaction, while she slapped his arms in fake annoyance. Miles just laughed and sat between her and Jackie, stealing her slice of pizza. “Surprised with my illustrious presence?”

“Not really.” Sam chuckled when the drummer rolled his eyes at his response.

“Hush Sammy-boy, don't you have a boyfriend to make out?”

“Let me finish, damnit!” Melanie exclaimed in fake annoyance, almost choking due to speaking with her mouth full.

“Careful girl, you can't just die before your own concert.” Jackie patted her back.

“Don’t even say something like that, who's gonna pay my bills?” William joked, earning heartfelt laughter from the group.

“Sammy?”

Dean's voice pulled Sam from the bittersweet memory he found himself remembering again.

It felt wrong. For a moment he saw himself back in the past where he could be so carefree and laugh with his friends even for a few minutes, and now he was heading back towards the Bunker with his brother who was worried about his daydreaming state.

“You alright?”

No, he was far from alright. How could he be fine when today marked exactly fourteen years that his best friend had been killed.

Sam realized he was probably taking too long to answer and it definitely rang a bell on his brother's head, however he did what he always did when he was hurting; He nodded, cleaned his throat and said “I'm fine.”

Dean glanced at him for a last time before focusing on the road ahead of them, desiring to get home the fastest he could.

But they weren't coming home with only each other as usual. No, today they were coming home with Cas and Jack, a nephilim, which honestly Sam was surprised considering the fact his brother wanted to shoot a bullet through the kid's head.

Anyway, they could discuss things better in the Bunker. Jack was the first one to walk past the door, followed by Cas, then Dean and Sam. “We're home!” The older Winchester announced, expecting an answer from downstairs.

“Finally.” Charlie replied.

Sam was so focused on his own steps he only noticed a second person in the room, aside from Charlie, when he nearly reached the ground.

“Who’s the kid?” He heard his brother ask and when finally raised his head he was glad his arms were holding the handrail or else his knees would give in completely.

Sitting on Charlie's lap, there was a little girl, who shouldn't be older than five years old; She had bright skin, two-toned hair, one side colored and one side dark brown, in two twin-drill pigtails with pastel pink bows as she wore a purple pleated dress with a silk heart that features "K-12" embroidered onto it around the torso area, and also white puffy sleeves made out of tulle with woven flowers.

She was simply identical to Melanie, especially her little brown eyes that held mysteriousness in them. Sam couldn't stop staring at her, she looked so scared and even startled a little when Dean spoke out.

“Her name is CryBaby.”

Fuck.

No, no this couldn't be.

“I can explain to you guys, just let me get her something to eat, she's really needing it.” Charlie said, still wrapping protective arms around her.

Noticing the woman's gaze on his "son", Cas introduced him already. “Charlie, this is Jack, the nephilim.”

Charlie inclined her head. “I thought we were dealing with a baby nephilim.”

“He is, well, technically, he just physically aged himself faster.”

“Oh,” Now that was unexpected. “Then, nice to meet you Jack.” She freed one of her hands to greet him.

“Nice to meet you too, Charlie.” Jack shook her hand, a bright smile decorating his face.

“I need a break.” Sam mumbled to himself, unfortunately loud enough to Dean's ears. He excused himself and tried to reach his room at a quick pace, ignoring his younger sibling midway.

“Hello to you too Sam,” Adam turned around to watch him go. He entered the room where everyone was reunited. “Her lunch is ready- Oh, you guys are back,” His eyes fixed on Jack. “Is he…?”

“The nephilim? Yes.” Dean answered shortly.

“Hi, I'm Jack!” The youngest offered him an innocent smile that made Adam snort. It was funny to think this kid with the most cute features could be the devil's son.

“Uh… Hi?” Adam awkwardly waved at him.

———

Sam dropped his bag somewhere in his room before he could sit on his bed, running his fingers on his shaggy hair. Dormant emotions were beginning to stir inside him just like unwanted memories.

Memories he spent a whole time keeping himself from remembering. He didn't want to remember how scandalous her laughter sounded, how she smelled like gum or the softness of her skin, which actually is the reason Sam tried his best to take care of his body and long hair.

The burning sensation on his eyes was getting stronger and he struggled to keep his breath steady. That's until he heard voices outside his room, distracting him from his own thoughts.

“Charlie, what the hell? Why did you bring that girl here?” He heard Dean's voice in the hallway. “We're in the middle of dealing with Satan's son and you decided to play babysitter?”

“I wasn't playing babysitter,” Charlie rolled her eyes. “When I went to the store she asked me to help her to get some candy, because guess what? She was hungry and she said her mom,” She peeked from her place to check if CryBaby was listening. “Was “sleeping” because that's what she does when she drinks too much.”

Dean's face fell at the confession, lowering his voice like Charlie so the kid wouldn't listen. “Was she on her own?”

“Yes! I just couldn't let her only have candy on her stomach, Dean!” She whispered. “Also, I need to take her to the infirmary.”

“Why? Is she hurt?”

Charlie crossed her arms. “Unfortunately, her little hands are covered in bandages and it's awful!” Sadness clouded her face. “She said her teacher hit her as a punishment for being late, but who does that? She hit her until she bled!”

“What!?” Sam swung the door open, finally leaving his room.

“Sam-”

“I need to see her” Sam walked past Charlie and Dean, who tried to grab his arms but he was fast enough to dodge.

Entering the kitchen, Sam could feel his heart wrench at seeing CryBaby eating the creamy pasta so fast as if desperate to get her hunger to stop. He wondered if she managed to eat something at school at least.

The little girl looked at him the moment she felt his presence, and for a moment Sam forgot how to breathe. Her eyes were exactly like Melanie's. It was frightening.

“CryBaby,” He heard footsteps behind him. “This is Sam, a friend of mine,” It's Charlie in her usual uplifting tone, giving his shoulders a light squeeze. “I just need to talk real quick to Dean, my other friend, and Sam here will make you company, okay?”

The kid seemed reluctant, he couldn't blame her, but she still nodded. Charlie smiled and left. Sam took slow steps, taking a seat in front of her, hoping his tall frame wouldn't intimidate the girl even more.

He wants to call her Melanie, that's who she used to b- No, that’s not her, Sam. Put this in your head. Her name is CryBaby, a pretty weird name, but that's her name. Not Melanie.

But she reminded him so much of her.

The hair split in two colors, the left side being darker and the other lighter; The cute gap on her front teeth; The little droopy brown eyes.

It would be difficult to disassociate both girls from each other.

“When you finish, can I take a look at your hands?” CryBaby froze and avoided looking at him. “It's to get you new bandages and help them heal better.”

“Can you make it better?”

‘Yes, I can! If you stay with me I'll never let anyone hurt you anymore’, it crossed Sam’s mind but he knew it wasn't true. “I can try.”

CryBaby gave him a weak smile and went back to eating. Sam furrowed his eyebrows looking at her using her injured hand to hold the fork, he wondered if it didn't hurt. “Do you want me to feed you?”

As much as his question sounded weird, the little girl had to agree. She spent the whole day having to use her hand to write and grab things even if it hurt like hell, a few pages on her notebook were stained with blood and the bandages were drenched, gluing to her irritated skin.

She definitely could use a break.

CryBaby then nodded and Sam pulled the plate towards him and took the fork, swirling it in the warm pasta, and leaning it towards her mouth.

She gladly ate it. “Hmmm, so yummy!” Sam's lips curved into a smile, dimples poking out of his cheeks. CryBaby was such an adorable kid.

“I'm glad you like it.”

Charlie and Dean watched the scene from the hallway and while the red haired beamed at the sight, Dean shook his head in disagreement. This was bad, he could tell his brother was getting attached to that kid and getting him to let her go would be tough.

Dean knew it was tough for Sam to face someone who looked exactly like his dead best friend, someone so important to him and he never could really grieve for. A headache was starting to show up.

By the time Sam finished feeding her, his brother and friend were nowhere to be seen. He placed the fork on the plate and got up, motioning to CryBaby follow him. “C'mon, let's go, this way.”

“Wait, I need to wash the plate,” CryBaby walked towards the sink. “Mommy gets mad when I don't wash it, she says I'm lazy and useless.”

“No, no, no, don't worry about it,” He carefully took the plate from her hands and placed it in the sink. “I won't be mad at you, and you're not useless, okay? You're just a kid, you're way too young to be worrying about this.”

Sam brushed off any thoughts pondering what other awful things CryBaby heard from her parents, instead he led her towards the infirmary. There, he said she could sit in one of the white-sheeted beds while he searched for a first-aid kit.

It was a little uneasy how CryBaby was such a quiet kid, not asking any questions regarding the magnitude of the place or anything alike. She just stood there, swinging her feet back and forth with hands on her lap.

“Found it,” He approached, kneeling in front of her just when the sound of footsteps were increasing. He turned around in time to see Castiel walking in. “Cas?”

“Sam,” He greets him, looking at the girl. “Do you need any of my assistance?”

Dean probably asked him to check on me, Sam thought. He glanced at the angel, before considering his offer. “Actually I do, Cas.”

Sam gently took Crybaby's right hand on his. “This may hurt a bit, okay? But I'll be careful.” Sam started to unwrap the bandages and as it got closer to the skin CryBaby winced in pain. After freeing both hands he grimaced at how bad it was; Her tiny hands were full of dark red lines, skin open in vertical and prone to bad infections if not treated correctly. Dried blood was all over her little palms, reaching her wrists.

“Could you do me a favor?” The hunter motioned him to come closer.

“Always.”

“Can you heal her?” He gently grabbed the back of her hands, showing the injured palms to his friend. Castiel studied the harm and then opened his hand in front of hers, bright light surrounding above it as her skin began to glue against each other, healing the tissue and washing the pain away.

CryBaby watched amazed as a tingling sensation ran through her hand and in an instant, her hands went back to normal, skin smooth as ever. “Thank you!” Sam smiled at the child's smile. “How did you do that?”

She grabbed Cas’ hands back and forth to see if there was something in there, as if what the angel had done was a magical trick. However, Cas tensed at the touch, eyebrows furrowing in both worry and confusion.

Crybaby's hands were so soft and small, not even close to half Castiel’s, but what surprised the angel was the magical aura surrounding her that suddenly overwhelmed him.

“Cas,” The Winchester's voice brought his attention. “You alright?”

“Y-Yes, I am,” Castiel nodded, slowly taking his hands away. “Do you require anything else?”

“No, she just needed this. Thanks Cas.”

“You're welcome.”

———

Dean and Charlie were currently talking in his room, after checking on Jack who was with Adam. Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on his door. “Come in.”

The door cracked open and Castiel entered the room, with a clear worry expression.

“Is everything okay? You look worried,” Dean immediately tensed up, adjusting his posture. “What's wrong? It's about Jack?”

“No, Jack is fine and doing good,” Castiel assured him. “It is about this girl,” He looked at the youngest. “Charlie, where did you find her?”

“Uh, I was at the market when she asked for help to get a candy from the vending machine because she was hungry,” Charlie explained. “She said she didn't get breakfast because her mom drank too much and she didn't know how to do it on her own.”

“Damnit,” Dean mumbled under his breath. If there's something that absolutely disgusted him was abusive parents that fucked up innocent children on purpose. “Okay, but why do you wanna know, Cas? What's the big deal?

“The deal Dean is that she may not be an ordinary child,” He said sternly. “I fear she is an Empath.”

“Empath? What the hell is that?”

“Empaths are immortal spirits that reincarnate after the death of their vessels. This means that they'll continue to inhabit multiple vessels until the end of time,” Castiel began explaining. “It was believed all of them were extinct, however it looks like this statement was wrong.”

“Hold on, why are you so sure that this kid is an Empath?”

“After I healed her, she touched my hands and right at this moment I could feel her aura. It's very powerful and specific, the last time I felt this was at the presence of an Empath thousand of years ago, and only can be noticed through physical touch."

“Okay, but you seem worried. Why? Are Empaths like… bad?” Charlie asked.

“I'm worried because Empaths are one of the most powerful beings in existence,” The way Dean and Charlie's jaw dropped would be funny if it wasn't a serious situation. “They can be just as powerful as an Archangel or… a Nephilim.”

Dean let out a loud sigh, rubbing his temples.

“Now that's just fucking great.”

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