AN: I kinda sorta am iffy about this chapter so I really really need reviews on this! I love you all!
The only thoughts rushing through his mind was 'get to Sam'. That's all that really mattered. He had to talk to his little brother. He had to tell him that this wasn't about him. Dean knew that this must be the chick-flick movie of his life, but at this point, he didn't care. There was no stopping him. He was a man on a mission to tell his baby brother how he really felt and how damned wrong he was!
Dean knew that part of what Sam hadn't put in his letter was another reason why he had left. He was scared of what he was becoming. Somehow, Sam had been growing mentally. Every time he got scared, something moved without him touching it. Every time something bad was about to happen, Sam had a nightmare the night before. Dean knew why Sam had really left. It was the powers. They scared the crap out of his brother and Dean knew it. The older Winchester brother couldn't blame him either, that was some freaky shit.
He could remember the one time that it was the scariest it had ever been. Sam had come home one day sick and his illness lasted a week and every time that he sneezed. . .
"Sam!" Dean shouted as he ducked. The textbook flew over him where his head had been a moment before.
"S-sorry, Dean," Sam sniffled from the bed.
Dean sighed as he straightened back up. This was getting ridiculous. Telekinetic sneezing?! What was next? He looked over at his brother and melted. Sam's small body was almost completely hidden by blanket upon blanket. The teenager's face was pale, but his cheeks had a slight pink tinge. It wasn't healthy pink though, more like major ill pink. Their father didn't want to take Sam to the hospital due to his heightened telekinetic abilities. Dean came and sat at the foot of Sam's bed and patted Sam's buried foot. Or his knee, Dean couldn't tell which one.
"Don't sweat it, kiddo, everything's fine," Dean told him with a reassuring smile.
"I don't feel fine," grumbled Sam as he gave his signature pout. Dean wilted under that. Sam was a smart kid, he knew when things were bad. This was bad. Telekinesis was bad. Nothing about this was normal either.
"Well, everything's going to be okay," Dean told him strongly, "No matter how much you throw at me with that big brain of yours."
Dean stared out of the windshield as they drove through the daylight. Bobby glanced over at him. They hadn't said anything to each other for hours. There was nothing to say. There wasn't anything that they could say. Both were concerned for the young man that they knew and loved. Dean knew that Bobby was also concerned for him, but he didn't let on that he knew. There was some things that you didn't say out loud. Those were the things you just knew. If only Sammy knew.
Then it hit him. He understood it all now. Sam wanted to be normal. It all made sense! High school, college, degree, job, no family of hunters to deal with. . .Sam wanted to be normal! Why had it taken so long for him to figure this out?!