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It took us only 50 minutes till we got to the parking lot in front of the motel. There was still no sign from the impala. Sam smiled at me when we entered our motel room. "It's already half past four in the afternoon. So even if Dean arrived here this moment, we couldn't do much today. I've got to call this Matthew Barring first and make an appointment before we can show up at the farm – and I doubt he'll want us there before tomorrow morning." I nodded. I wasn't too eager to face the demon responsible for the disappearings anyway.

"So, what can we do now?" I asked Sam, after he had made the call. Sam gave me a strange look. "All we have to do is find a way to pass the time till tomorrow. What do you want to do?" he asked me.

To be honest, I hadn't really thought about that yet. I had expected him to always have the master plan. "I don't know." I said, mildly surprised. "We – we could talk some more, I guess."

"Talk." Sam mused. "I'm okay with that." He sat down on his bed and patted the place next to him. "Take a seat."

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It was when I sat next to him that I noticed the smell again. Sam had this wonderful spicy and exciting smell of man and danger that made me wanting to hug him and be close to him – but there was also this other, different and very dark smell that I had smelled before. I breathed in his smell again – it was a bit musky and damp and sharp at the same time... It took me a while to realize what it was, but when I got it, it hit me like a lightening bolt. "You – you smell like demon." I said shocked.

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I felt Sam stiffening. I waited until he relaxed again. He let out his breath. "How can you tell?" he wispered.

"I don't know." I said. "I just can. But how can this be? You are no demon, I would have known if you were."

"I have some demon blood in me." Sam said quietly. "When I was six months old, the one who killed my mother bled into my mouth." I waited for him to explain some more, but obviously that was all I was going to get as an explanation. He probably could have gotten rid of it about a thousand times ago, so I kind of guessed he didn't want to. But how could he want keep it? Except if it helped him in his job as a hunter.

Anyway, I had to ask him, just in case. "Do you want me to remove it?"

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"WHAT?!"

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"I asked whether you wanted me to remove it." I repeated, feeling a bit anxious.

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"What?!" Sam shouted again. When he saw my face, he calmed down a bit. "You can remove it?" He asked in a lower voice. "How?"

I looked at him, disbelieving. "You mean you never even TRIED?"

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Sam shook his head. "We never found even a clue that it was possible to take it away."

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This made me curious. They must have met a lot of psychic people on their way. Why had no one ever tried – or even mentioned that it might be possible to remove the taint from Sam's blood? I leaned closer, inhaled deeply and followed the smell.

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But when I probed with my mind, I got nothing. I ended up at some walls – walls that, I suspected, Sam had built up himself.

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So I got the answer – and a serious headache from hitting his wall face-first. I moaned and massaged my forehead.

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"If you want me to remove it, you need to let your guards down." I said, feeling bitchy from the pain. "Completely, I mean."

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Sam gave me an earnestly surprised look. "I have guards?"

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"Yes, you have." I was annoyed. "So how do I let them down?" Sam asked. I didn't even try hiding my annoyance at this. "Don't tell me you're a psychic, but you can't control anything."

Sam didn't answer.

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This was interesting. "Wait... What CAN you do?" I asked him.

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"I get visions." Sam answered. But I felt that he was still holding back something. "And sometimes I can move things."

"And?" I was sure that this wasn't all. "What are you trying to keep from me?"

"I ..." Sam hesitated. "I can exorcise demons with my mind." He then said quickly.

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- "You can WHAT?" I shouted. Although I didn't know why this shocked me so much – I mean, exorcising demons, no matter which way, couldn't be anything but good, could it? But somehow it didn't seem good. I felt a cold shudder running down my spine. This was major bad news. "How did you find out that you could do this?"

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"Ruby taught me." Sam explained.

"Ruby?" – "Well, yeah, she is... She's a friend."

"Uh-hu", I made. "And this FRIEND happens to be WHAT kind of creature?" I didn't know how I knew this.

"She's a demon", Sam answered. "But before you say anything else, let me explain."

And so he explained. About the deal following the deal, about the big battle, Dean's time in hell, his friendship with Ruby and about their encounter with the angels.

I listened quietly.

"So", I said after he'd finished, "What if the removing of the demon blood takes away your ability of exorcising them with your mind? Would you still want me to remove it, even if it meant you'd lose a big part of your power?"

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Sam hesitated. "Maybe I am meant to do this", he said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's our only chance to win. So if I lose this ability..."

I nodded. "That's what I thought." I explained. "As long as you don't want me to remove it, you won't lower your guards."

He looked confused. "I don't understand."

"But I do." I said. "And I don't believe that you sacrificing your soul is our only chance to win. I think this is just a stupid idea a certain demon has implanted into your mind."

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At first I thought he'd get angry with me. There were a lot of different feelings showing in his face, they seemed to be fighting against each other. He studied my face for quite a while before speaking again.

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"So you can do it?"

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"I think so." I said, careful not to give away too much. There were several ways to force him to let down his guards - and I hadn't decided yet which way I prefered. "If you let me."

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