Ok, so sorry this took so long. It's been a hectic week and something inside of me just wasn't in the mood to write. I'm trying, I really am. It's just, things have gotten complicated with school. Such as prepping for the CATS test, which understandably you probably don't know anything about, since it's a Kentucky test. Let's just say, if I don't pass it, I don't become a senior. And trust me when I say, if you've never seen an ORQ in your life, you are probably the luckiest person I know! Anyways, I hope you like this!

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There was a door in front of him, and all Sam had to do was touch it. His hand came up, stretching towards it, but he hesitated. The power coming from behind the door was enough to scare him to no end, but the fact that he could feel it made things worse. Still, he took a deep, shaky breath and touched the wood, hearing a soft 'click'. It had unlocked, and before he could stop himself he grasped the door knob and turned, pushing it open.

He could barely see past the white light glowing from the middle of the room, but he knew where he was. It was his nursery, in Kansas. The night his mother died. A soft voice whispered something in his ear, something only he could hear, and he nodded to himself. Dean was trying to tell him to do something, and he wasn't about to let his big brother down. Knowing what he was being told to do, he glanced around the room to be sure he was alone and found that the coast was clear. Stepping towards the light, he placed his hand underneath it, his infant self watching curiously from his crib.

Closing his fist over the light, he let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and stepped away from the crib, slowly backing out of the room. The light remained in his hand, even as he shut the nursery door and heard the lock click back in place. He'd made his choice. There would be no locking up his powers again. Not after what he'd just done. They were his to command and he wasn't letting that go any time soon.

Then he was falling through a dark and seemingly endless abyss, knowing the bottom would come, despite how things seemed. When he finally hit it his eyes snapped open, bringing him back to reality. He was back at the old elven training grounds Asha had taken them to earlier that morning. Dean was hovering to his left, Asha standing in front of him. The air around him rippled with power, so strong he could almost see the atmosphere aound him bending. He'd become a beacon in the dark, for all things supernatural. Immediately, he began throwing up walls around himself, covering the light surrounding him so only he knew it was there.

"Hey, how are you?" Dean asked when the atmosphere surrounding the three of them settled. He was amazed at how much power his little brother held in his lanky form. Amazed to the point that he was unnerved by it.

"Fine. It's nice to be in control of some of it," the younger hunter replied. Dean nodded, glancing over at Asha. She was smiling and it was mischievous, as though she knew what she had unleashed on the world, but she just didn't care.

"Ah, I'm glad somebody's enjoying this," Dean muttered. Asha laughed.

"No, I was just thinking that Belial will never know what hit him when he realizes that Sam has control and you can use the sword," she told him, shaking her head.

"But I haven't learned how to use it, yet."

"It will come naturally, Dean. You've used a sword before, yes?" she asked.

"Yeah, but this is different. If what you said is true, then the sword has to be used in conjunction with Sam controlling it. Which means he still has to learn to focus the sword, before I can even learn how to..."

"Yes, he has to be focusing the swords magic for it to work on the nasties of the night, but that will come as easily as breathing. Same with you. Why don't you two go get lunch - - and some rest? Meet me back here in four hours."

"Man, what do you think she's got up her sleeve?" Dean asked. Sam was sitting on his bed, laptop in front of him, chewing occasionally on a sandwich. He glanced up when Dean spoke, grinning.

"Whatever it is, it's gonna be fun. That's all I could sense off of her," he said.

"Wait...sense? What d'you mean by that?" The older hunter sat up straighter, curiously eyeing his baby brother.

"Just that. Ever since I gained control...I don't know. It's like I can just get vibes off of people, tell what they're feeling, sort of. She was definitely feeling mischievous, but I think that's part of being a fae. They're mischievous by nature," he replied with a shrug. Dean's look was one of 'you had best not be reading me, Sam, cause I'll kick your ass if you are'.

"You're not...you know...reading me, are you?" Dean asked. Sam glanced up again and laughed.

"Dude, I have control. I've turned you off. I can sense your presence, tell you're alive, but I have no idea what you're feeling. I can't shut out the 'feeling you' thing. It's part of the bond with the sword," he told him.

"Whatever, bitch," Dean said, adding a snort to the end. Sam shook his head at his brother.

"Jerk."

"So, boys. Did you rest up well enough?" Asha asked as she met them at the training grounds, smiling from ear to ear, with a suspicious glint in her unnatural eyes.

"Yeah. I don't like that look you're giving us. What are you planning?" Dean replied.

"Have you ever taken on a werewolf before?" she asked. Dean nodded, glancing back at Sam.

"Yeah. Most stories about them are fake. Large, wolf-like creatures who can change into a human on a whim. You have to be born one. In other words, their bite doesn't change a human into a werewolf. Problem is, their wicked vicious. They kill anything that gets too close to 'em. Including humans. Only way to kill 'em is a silver bullet to the heart. Where are ya going with this?"

"I let one loose in the forest. This is your first exercise. Kill the one in the forest, and I'll begin your training," she said. Dean would later swear the woman was so giddy she could have giggled and it wouldn't have been a surprise, but at that moment he was too concerned with the fact that she vanished into thin air before him. Even more so, he was concerned with the howl that came up out of the forest.

"Well, let's kill us a werewolf, big bro."

"It seems my boys are smarter then you give them credit for. You won't win this war. Not with the sword in their hands. And you can't destroy them, either."

"No, I can't. After all, the sword is meant to destroy me first. But you can destroy them, John. You can, and you will."