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Summary-After dean cuts his finger on a strange stone he found in Pastor Jim's yard he begins to exhibit strange abilities akin to those of psychics. Teenchesters. Dean's 14. Sam's 10. Sam's already has his powers.

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Dreams, visions, and thoughts: 'hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Mind control/ telepathic control:"Hello"

Chapter two

"Alright now Dean, follow the light.", Bobby said, watching the teen's eyes closely as he followed the small flashlight back and forth. The violet of his eyes seemed almost to glow when the old hunter clicked off the light and turned to the waiting Sam and Caleb. "Well, it's the damnedest thing ,but besides a little change in eye color he seems fine."

"So he's gonna be okay?", Sam asked glancing at his brother before turning to Bobby.

"From what I can tell.", he said.

The slight sighs and relieved drop of both Sam and Caleb's shoulders told Bobby how worried they'd been for the teen who now sat grinning his usual proud grin on the couch.

Said teen stood up and grinned wider. "Sweet. Can I go look in the mirror now?"

Sighing Bobby nodded, sharing a look with Caleb that clearly said "Winchesters. What can ya' do?".

In seconds Dean was off to the bathroom, Sam following along, leaving the two older hunters alone.

"So, when's John getting' here? Thought you called 'im.", Bobby said glancing at the clock.

Caleb sighed. "I did. Jim's probably making him obey traffic laws again."

Bobby shook his head, a grin forming." He should know by now that John Winchester doesn't obey traffic laws to him they're more like-"

"Guidelines.", Dean cut in, sauntering back into the room, Sam following him as he normally did.

They had to admit, His now violet eyes were stunning. Several shades lighter than anything natural and a strange compliment to his lightly tanned skin and sandy blond hair.

"Chicks are so gonna dig this new look.", The teen said grinning wildly while flopping back down on the couch.

"What chicks? You're only fourteen.", Caleb said smirking.

Sam, being devious as he was immediately perked up. "Lots of girls like Dean. He's like a babe magnet. God knows why."

Feigning hurt the older boy sighed. "Sammy, I'm hurt. They love because I'm charming and exceptionally good looking."

Bobby groaned rolling his eyes. "And so humble too."

Dean flashed a grin. "Of course."

Had they not been interrupted by the sound of a car puling up and John and Pastor Jim making their way inside, they probably would have continued with their banter, but instead they ended up spending an hour or so explaining to John that physically Dean was fine and they only change seemed to be his eye color.

"So he's okay?", John asked eyeing his son carefully, his worry a bit more obvious than usual due to the strangeness of the situation.

"For the third time, yes.", Bobby groaned, giving the other hunter an exasperated glare. "He's fine so stop askin'."

"I'm just a bit concerned Bobby. Peoples eyes don't just change color for no damn reason. What if he's possessed or under some spell?"

Caleb shook his head. "No way he's possessed. I gave him holy water earlier. Nothin'. Not even a hiccup."

Dean grimaced. "You put holy water in my drink and didn't tell me? Dude, what the hell?"

Shrugging Caleb pointed to Sam. "It was the runt's idea and we didn't put it in your drink, it was your drink."

"Sammy, what the hell?", Dean growled.

"I thought with your eyes all weird you might have been possessed. Sorry.", the younger boy said softly.

"Dude.", Dean groaned. "So not cool."

"It was perfectly reasonable and you know it Dean.", John said crossing his arms before turning back to Bobby. "We still haven't ruled out a spell."

Bobby sighed. "I'll call Josh. He's best at that kinda thing. Till then we outta get some rest. It's late."

Jim smiled. "Yes. John you can take the couch., Caleb and Bobby can use the extra cots, and the boys can use their room."

With that said they all headed off to bed, a sense of uneasiness lingering with each one. A feeling like something was off, wrong and out of place. Unbeknownst to them, the feeling was right.

Outside in a small metal box, the small stone shaped eye thrummed softly, emitting a soft glow that highlighted the small smear of blood on it's cool smooth surface and inside, hidden under his eyelids, Dean's eyes did the same.

' He was looking down at himself, holding the stone from the box in his hand, eyes on the ground. He kept repeating something. Whispering it while he clutched the smooth violet stone.

"Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vidi visum."

He knew what that meant. It was Latin. The same words from the paper. I want to see. What did it mean? I want to-

"Dean."

"C'mon dean. Get up."'

"c'mon Dean."

He opened his eyes, groaning. "S'mmy Wh't timesit?"

His baby brother sighed. "It's eleven Dean. You were really out, man. Dad tried to wake you up like three times. He kinda just gave up and let you sleep."

With another groan, he sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. What a weird dream. Standing up he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at Sam, and gasped. His brother was surrounded by a weird bluish light that seemed to fluctuate as he breathed. Carefully reaching out, he attempted to touch it, only for Sam's voice to pull his attention away.

"Dean? You okay?"

Dean frowned eyes never leaving the strange blue…thing. "Go get dad."

"Why?", Sam asked, frowning.

Dean gave him the firm "Because I said so look" and repeated. "Go get dad."

Nodding, the seriousness in his brothers eyes stopping him from asking any more questions, he rushed down the stairs, reappearing several minutes later with their father in tow. The man was immediately at his son's side, a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong Dean?"

Looking at his father he saw the same light, only his was a soft steely gray and almost seemed more rigid. It took him a few seconds to work up anything remotely intelligent, his attention having been focused on the strange lights surrounding his brother and father, realizing that there wasn't one around him.

"I'm not really sure."

"Now explain it again son.", Bobby said, staring at the young teen, his focus on the boy's eyes.

"I woke up and there was this light around Sammy, and at first I thought it was just him, but you all have them. Everyone, but me.", he said , eyes wandering over the strange lights.

"What are they doing?", Pastor Jim asked, at theory forming in his mind.

He watched closely as Dean squinted his eyes and glanced at each person in the room in turn. His eyes seemed to settle longest on two people in particular. The two psychics in the room. Sam and Caleb.

"Most of them are just sorta there, but Sam and Caleb's are moving. Kinda messing with the others.", Dean said eyes going back to the Pastor.

Jim smiled, His theory confirmed. "I believe they're auras."

Sam frowned, forehead creasing. "Auras as in-"

"The physical manifestation of the human soul. I've read about people who can see and read auras. I'm guessing Sam and Caleb being psychic is what makes their auras reach out while the rest of our stay relatively still.", Jim said nodding.

John huffed. "He's seeing auras?"

Nodding Jim looked at Dean. "I believe so."

It made sense. Dean had to admit that. But of course that gave rise an uncomfortable question.

"Why don't I have one?", He asked, Slightly upset by his lack of an aura, which Jim had said was the manifestation of the human soul. Did he lack a soul?

Jim shrugged, seeing the teen's worry. "I'd have to guess that you can't see your own, only those of other people. That's usually how it is with those who can see auras."

Caleb gave the teen a pat on the shoulder and smirked. "Welcome to the freak club deuce."

Dean shoved his side and childishly stuck his tongue out. "Bite me Damien."

Grinning Caleb shook his head. "I'd really rather not."

Deciding to ask while they were still kinda on topic Sam cut in before his brother could respond. "Could this have to do with his change in eye color?"

John nodded. "Good question."

Bobby looked at Dean then nodded as well. "Maybe. We should look into it. Maybe it's happened before."

"You really think so? Wouldn't people notice something like a change in eye color to violet?", Caleb asked.

Bobby nodded. "Maybe. Maybe not. People ain't always that observant."

Caleb nodded. "We better hope so, cause with eyes like these," he motioned to Dean. "he's sure to get noticed."

Glancing at Dean everyone in the room went quiet. Then, with a sudden burst of excitement Sam smiled. "Maybe not."

What's Sam's idea? What will happen next? Review and I'll post quicker then you'll find out. Btw, Please feel free to post a review with a power idea for dean. I'll pick my faves and see if I can work them in.