Black Sheep
This is a fanfic chockfull of Sam and his psychic issues.
(Set between "Nightmare" and "CSPWDT" when Sam became aware of his "spoon-bending")
Motel Room:
Sam was hunched over the small kitchen table in another semi- run down motel in the middle of no where, staring intently at the salt shaker in front of him. A minute had past and Sam had yet to blink at the obstacle in front of him.
He knew he could do it. He just knew it.
Sam would be the first person to throw his hands in the air and start asking for bids on the "supposed gifts" that tainted his mind. After seeing how Max was able to control whatever he simply thought about without so much as breaking a sweat (or a pounding migraine), then the incident concerning himself and the bureau that moved…
He knew his point of no return when denying his gifts had come and gone months ago.
Even if Max was a disturbed abused young man, he had been able to control his abilities shortly in the 6 months after acquiring them. In that time all Sam had received was mind shattering migraines lingered with a deep sense of fear and confusion.
He had to turn the tables on his abilities.
At this thought Sam's lips quirked in the corner, he found it comical that he was now starting to refer to his abilities as physical problem, a threat that needed to be conquered and defeated.