"Think, Peyton!" Sam told her hurriedly. "Concentrate and make it stop."
Tears streamed down her face. "I can't!"
"Yes you can! You have to try!" He looked around trying to figure out where the shadow was. Dean meanwhile felt the slight wind as the shadow moved its claw down to get him and he lunged out of the way.
"Can't you help her?" he called to his brother.
"She has to do it herself," Sam said, watching Peyton who was on her knees searching around for the shadow so she could try to stop it. I can't let it hurt them, she thought, closing her eyes. She felt around for the small connection that should be between her and her shadow and found it somehow.
"I can't let you hurt them," she told it sternly. "You have to stop it. Stop it right now. Stop it!" She yelled the last part loudly and the shadow went to its usual place on the floor behind her. It's eyes still showed but it was calm.
"Oh my God, oh my God," she kept saying over and over, rocking on her knees. She looked up to see Dean leaning on a chair and Sam looking at her, confused. He looks confused a lot, she told herself.
"How did I do that?" she asked. "How did I make it stop?"
Sam shook his head. "I'm not sure, but we are born with these powers so we should eventually find out how to use them."
"It was going to kill you," she said quietly.
"You have to keep the damn thing under control," Dean said shaking his head. "You can't have it kill any more people."
She bit her lip and took a deep breath. "I don't know if I'll be able to control it all the time," she said, slowly getting to her feet.
"You'll have to learn how," Sam told her. She walked over to them, still not quite understanding all that had happened to her.
"I guess I'll just have to try," Peyton said. "It didn't hurt you did it?"
Sam shook his head. "No. I think it missed us. Maybe you should get some sleep and we'll figure more out in the morning."
She nodded. "That sounds like a good idea."
"I'm not going to sleep with that thing walking around here," Dean said.
"I don't think it can muster up enough anger to attack two times in one day," Peyton told him.
"How do you know it runs on anger?" Sam asked.
"I just thought of all the times somebody got hurt by what I guess would be my shadow and I was always angry whenever those bad things happened," she said.
"Well that's one thing figured out," Sam said. "Now Ellen said that there was a cot in Jo's room so I guess you can sleep there. I'll show you where it is." He turned to his brother. "Dean? Are you coming?"
"No. I'll stay up for a while," was his response.
Shrugging, Sam showed Peyton where Jo's room was and when went off to his 'room' that he shared with Dean.
"I heard some shouts out there," Jo said, turning over in her bed to look at Peyton as she crawled onto the spare cot in her clothes.
"Yeah. We had a problem but it's figured out now," Peyton told her. "Thanks for letting me sleep here."
"No problem. Not too many times I meet a girl my age anyway."
"Yeah," Peyton said, staring at the ceiling. She was quiet as was her new roommate and she quickly fell into a deep dreamless sleep.