Telekinesis. The art of moving objects using the mind.
Sam Winchester has premonitions sometimes… but recently he has discovered a talent for telekinesis, well… this talent could help him and his brother Dean greatly in their hunts and so he has decided to practise and master his ability.
The brothers sat in the Motel room in Nevada, Sam sitting on the bed and Dean sitting at a little table with papers and their father's journal sitting in piles.
"Come on dude, help me look at this stuff" Dean grumbled, holding up 5 different newspapers from the area they were in. Dean was trying to find anything that they could investigate.
"Wait, I want to try this again" Sam sighed looking at the immobile bucket of water sitting on the floor a few feet away. Sam had been trying in vain for the last half an hour to move or lift the bucket using his mind, but he couldn't get in the right state of mind. He couldn't clear his mind and focus. Dean looked over at his brother in an annoyed way and knew he wouldn't help unless he moved that damn bucket, Dean put down the newspaper he was searching through and turned to his baby brother.
"Sammy….stop being an idiot" Dean said, after all Dean knew something Sam didn't. Sam's telekinesis was related to his emotions and if he was angry or upset he could use it easier, this next part would be fun for Dean.
"Don't call me 'Sammy' Dean" Sam said through clenched teeth, already frustrated with his failures with the water. Dean smiled, thoroughly enjoying himself now.
"Sammy, why don't you just give up, there is no point you practising your freaky power" Dean said leisurely leaning back
"Dean, I'm warning you…one more time and I'll hit you" Sam said dangerously low, his annoyance getting the better of him. Dean drew a breath.
"Sammy Sammy Sammy…no need to get angry" he said nearly unable to hold in the laughter.
"Dean you son of a …" Sam stopped in mid-sentence as a bucket floated up next to Dean who was smiling,
"Now you can help me search" he said turning back to the newspapers, but Sam had other ideas.
"Not after what you were just saying" he said and the bucket stealthily crept further and further upwards until it was above Deans head. Sam grinned in an evil way before turning the bucket upside down and pouring freezing water onto Dean's head and down his back.
Dean jumped up and turned to face Sam slowly, water dripping down his face
"You bitch" Dean growled and jumped on Sam pinning him to the ground, "I'm gonna beat you so hard you won't remember tomorrow". Sam laughed openly "I'm not going to help you again." At this Sam abruptly stopped and then it clicked in head. Emotions. Dean got up went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Sam sighed and got up, retrieving some clean clothes from Dean's duffle bag and putting them by the door silently before going out of the Motel room.
"Sorry Dean" Sam said quietly before shutting the door behind him and making his way to the nearest bar. He would return after Dean had gone to sleep, he was so embarrassed that he hadn't worked out what Dean had until now.
A/N: This is my first ever story and one-shot, please review and just tell me how I did please, thanx