Strawberry Fields Forever [Deacon]

[Casey]

“Yeah,” Art let out a sigh and gave Miles a weak smile, “Look I totally understand. In fact your probably doing a lot better than I would in your shoes. That is of course unless you’re in shock, but we’ll pass that bridge when we meet it.”

He pushed the plate closer to Miles, “Get some food in ya, relax and maybe get some sleep. That’s all you need to do.”

Deacon’s head appeared in the doorway, “Dinosaur? Okay, he’s not allowed to meet Aiden.”

Art allowed himself to be overcome by laughter as his brother disappeared again. It wasn’t really that funny but given his lack of sleep he didn’t really care either. Just sat there giggling into his arm thinking that maybe Miles just might fit in with the family. He was almost done when another surge of laughter rushed through him when he remember he was now kinda the kids uncle.

“Easy there,” Deacon thumped his brothers back, “Don’t die on me.”

He set the plate of eggs cooked in the Bacon grease in front the boys, “Don’t have much reason to trust him honestly, but he did save my skin, no pun intended. He hasn’t done anything to get me thinking he’s on the bad guys’ team. I mean it was him who sent me to Glen Grove. Other than that he’s just looking for the Winchesters.”

[Miles]

Breakfast proceeded on, the food and grease, and the eventual fruit juice based beverage hit the spot, and though he maintained his scrawny form as ever, he felt like he had eaten an entire weeks worth in just a few selections. The gratitude that he harbored for the brothers was...immense, he couldn't really describe it. They not only drove to Glen Grove to save him, but took him in and even gave him a new identity so he could carry on in life. Of course, this would change everything, but he was sure that he could adjust. After all, he had decades of life ahead of him.

After breakfast he returned to his room and ended up passed out on his bed for a few hours, sleeping much like the dead. This time, though, his head was clear, blank. When he finally did awake, he pulled his laptop over, and set up new email accounts. Then, using the hacked programs, he searched Casey Saunders, getting the occasional hit, but otherwise, nothing. He frowned. How could this guy be so good, so...technologically...could one call it advanced?

He then searched the Winchesters, and after getting through a few warrants for them, and other department reports from the government and towns across the country, he sent the file for the adoption over to Art's email. Done. Bookmarked the site with the correct info on the shape shifter. Done. Survive being a sacrifice for a Pagan god so a city could flourish, and become a supernatural hunter: Check.