Disclaimer-I don't own Supernatural…no matter how much I wish I did.
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 already has his powers.
Dreams, visions, and thoughts: 'hello'
Speech: "Hello"
Mind control/ telepathic control: "Hello"
Chapter four
"calm down ya idjit!"
John whirled around and continued pacing angrily. "His eyes were glowing Bobby! My son's eyes were glowing! He was spewing Latin for fuck's sake! How can I calm down?"
Bobby put a hand on the agitated mans shoulder and sighed. "John I know it's hard, but this isn't helping him."
John sighed heavily, plopped down on a nearby chair, and held his head in his hands. "I know. It's just…you didn't see him Bobby. He just kept saying Volo video vidi visum. I mean I know it's Latin for ummm…"
"I want to see."
They turned to see Sam, standing in the doorway, Caleb by his side. It had been Sam who had spoken, his voice softer than usual. The ten year old sighed, walking over to his dad.
"He was saying it last night in his dream."
John frowned at his son. "Why didn't you mention it earlier?"
Sam shrugged. "I guess I didn't think about it."
"You didn't find it strange that Deuce was spewing Latin in his sleep? Really runt?", Caleb said, giving him a dubious look.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I said I didn't think about it, not that I didn't find it strange."
Caleb gave him a slight shove. "Don't get snippy with me runt."
"I'm not a-"
John heaved a great sigh and stood up. "That's enough boys. Bobby, what do you think?"
Bobby shook his head. "About what exactly?"
John sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. "The words. What should we do?"
"I don't know."
' He was staring down at himself again, reaching out to touch his shoulder as his voive whispered the same words.
"Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vidi visum. Volo video vi-"
As soon as his hand fell upon the other's arm, the dream him stopped whispering and turned his head to glance at him from the corner of his violet eyes. The other him tilted his head at an unnatural angle and stood up slowly.
"What's going on…?", Dean asked, looking at the other him.
"Don't you want to see?", It said softly.'
His eyes shot open and he groaned, bringing a hand up to rub at his head. What happened to him? He heard a light snoring beside him and turned slightly to get a look at the person making the noise. Pastor Jim was sleeping soundly in a nearby chair, his normally bright aura soft and faded.
He leaned over and poked the pastor in the ribs frowning when the preachers aura stayed dull. "Pastor Jim…?" When the preacher continued to snore he rolled his eyes, causing them to flash violet and the preachers aura to flare up. "of course. Is it too much to ask that he wake up when I bug him?"
In the other room Sam and Caleb both groaned, a slight twinge of pain in their heads, like the start of a bad migraine. John and Bobby shared a worried glance.
"You boy's okay?", Bobby asked, glancing toward the stairs as if expecting Dean to be awake.
When the pain cleared, both boys straightened. "Yeah…fine."
Suddenly, Jim's eyes shot open and he blinked dazedly, his aura returning to normal.
Dean frowned for a moment. Had he woken him up just by wanting him to? He shook his head to clear away the thought and put on a smug grin. Of course not. "It lives."
Jim started, quickly turning to the teen, only to relax when he saw it was only Dean. "You're awake. I'll go get your father."
He got up quickly and made his way downstairs to go get John, leaving Dean alone. As soon as the preacher was gone the teen sat up and glanced around. He was relieved to find that nothing looked different. That was a good sign.
"You okay Deuce?"
Glancing up at the door he frowned. Everyone was in the doorway, John in the front, aura twisted. "Yeah…fine."
John groaned. "You're obviously not fine Dean. You passed out. We need to fix this, now. You kept repeating something in Latin. Volo video vidi visum. Do you know why? "
He frowned. "No, but I keep hearing that phrase in my dreams."
Jim pushed through the crowd in the doorway and handed the hunter a familiar better box. "Maybe this'll help. I got it from the yard earlier."
John took the box from the preacher, carefully opening it. The stone inside was thrumming softly, casting a light purple glow throughout the room. On the once smooth violet stone were the same words,Volo video vidi visum, and under that in slightly larger letters was a name-Dean Winchester. Everyone gathered around and stared into the box for a moment before Dean broke the silence.
"What the hell is that?"
Several hours of staring at the glowing stone later and they were all getting a little grumpy. Caleb plopped down in a kitchen chair and growled. "God. This isn't getting us anywhere. staring at a Latin phrase, just hoping for answers."
Dean nodded, giving an over exaggerated sigh. "I'm with ya. Sammy, get me a coke."
The smaller boy gave his brother a roll of his eyes. "Get it yourself."
"Is it too much to ask for you to get your great older brother a damn coke?", Dean said, giving his brother a slight shove as his eyes flashed violet, Sam's aura flaring.
There it was again, the slight arching pain, like warning lights. Sam frowned when he realized that he had gotten up. He glanced at Dean then back at the fridge. Was it too much of his brother to ask? He did do a lot for him after all. The least he could do was give him a coke.
He grabbed a can from the fridge and handed it to his surprised brother, giving him a soft smile. "Sorry bro. You're right. Here."
For a moment there was only shocked silence as Dean took the can. All eyes were on Sam, who didn't seem to realize what he'd done was strange at all.
Dean gave him a quizzical look. "Did that really just happen or have I died and gone to heaven?"
Sam quirked his head to the side and gave him a strange look. "What are you talking about?"
Dean scoffed. "You gave me a soda…and said I was right."
"Well…you were.", Sam said quickly, eyes growing wide. Now he realized how strange it was. What was wrong with him?
Dean backed his chair up. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my dorky little brother?"
Sam growled. "I'm not dorky!"
A flash of violet and Sam's aura flared up. "Dude, You read all the time, love school, and have little to no interest in girls. You are totally dorky."
Again, a sharp pain passing through both Sam and Caleb's minds. Both psychics eyes went to Dean. Was he causing it?
"Now Dean that's enou-", John began.
"You have a good point.", Sam said, slapping a hand over his mouth, shocked by what he'd just said.
All eyes once again on Sam, who was holding a firm hand over his mouth and staring wide eyed at his brother. Caleb moved to Dean and shook his shoulder.
"Whatever you did…do it again.", He said quickly, bracing himself for the flash of pain he was sure would come.
Dean frowned. "What makes you think I did it?"
"Just do it again!", The older teen groaned, rolling his eyes.
Huffing, Dean shot him a glare then sighed. "Fine! You're an ass."
"It didn't work. Try again.", Caleb said ignoring the insult.
Standing up Dean groaned. "Maybe it's not me."
A flash of violet and Caleb's aura flared up. Sam blinked, the pain passing through his scull. Had Dean's voice just changed?
"Maybe you're right.", Caleb said, letting out sigh.
John frowned and moved in front of his eldest. "Now I know you did it. Question is, what is it?"
"Well…I think his voice just changed, if that helps, and it seems to effect our actions.", Sam said, brow crinkling in thought. "Mind control maybe?"
Dean laughed. "You think I'm Jedi mind trickin' you? Like, these are not the droids you're looking for mind control?"
John shook his head. "Dean that's-"
Sam nodded, giving a nervous grin. "Actually…yeah. I mean think about it. You just made us do what you wanted by telling us to. You totally Jedi'd us."
Just as John was about to object, Jim spoke up. "He's right. Mind control does make sense."
A few minutes of utter silence and contemplation as everyone in the room realized exactly what that meant. Dean had mind control. He who played pranks and caused trouble had mind control.
A heavy sigh from Bobby broke the silence. "Ah hell. We're doomed."
"What? Why?", Jim asked, giving him that innocent kindly preacher look that he so often had.
"Dean has mind control.", Bobby said frowning and gesturing to the sarcastic teen who was grinning manically.
A seconds silence before Jim's eyes widened in realization. "I see your point."
"At least he doesn't have the hang of it.", Caleb said quickly.
Dean flashed a smirk. "For now."
Caleb sauntered into the living room where Dean, Sam, and John had holed up to research. Well, Sam and John were researching, but Dean appeared to be talking to himself.
"What the hell are you doing Duece?"
Dean looked up quickly. "Practicing."
"You really think you'll get it in a few hours? You only got it this morning. It'll probably take you a few days at least."
Sam glanced up nodding. "That's what I said, but he won't listen."
John sighed. "I'm stayin outta this."
Sam shrugged at his father. "That's probably best."
Dean gave them both glares. "You wanna bet I can't learn it in a few hours?"
"Sure thing. Twenty bucks.", Caleb said pulling a twenty out.
Sam shook his head. "No money."
'Suit yourself runt. Sure fire way to get cash here.", He said to Sam, before turning to Dean and flashing a smug smirk.
"Hey dad, don't you wanna get me a beer?", Dean called, grinning, his eyes flashing violet, giving Sam and Caleb a headache.
John stood up, aura flaring, moved his research and nodded. "Sure thing sport."
Caleb gave Dean a wide eyed glance as the younger teen stood up and sauntered over to him, taking the money from his hand. "That's mine."
Hehe. Finally a chapter where dean doesn't faint. lol. Reviews pwease!