Just a kid. The words echoed in Sam's head and made him lower the gun completely. This wouldn't be the first time he'd run across a kid with powers. And she really hadn't been hurting anyone. His conscience nagged at him. But then his paranoia kicked in. Which coincidentally enough sounded like a strange mixture of Dean and his father. What if it was a trick? Some ploy to play on his weaknesses and escape.
It was while he was still internally arguing with himself that the black figures moved toward him. "Stop," he growled. "What are these things and why are your eyes black?"