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This chapter's longer than usual and kinda... deep for lack of a better word. In certain parts anyway. I'm not very good at writing 'Chick Flicks' so let me know how I did (AKA REVIEWING!!)
Dean's head was screaming. I bet I gotta concussion… He kept his eyes clamped shut. His eyes felt as thought there were being compressed against his brain. The talking only made his head feel more… wait… Talking?
Dean forced his eyes open. Sam was curled up in the corner, his eyes wide and filled with tears. Jack was kneeling next to him with his hand on Sam's shoulder…
"Get away from him!" Their attention shifted to Dean as he tried to ignore the invisible hands, pulling his skull apart, to get to Sam. His body seemed much heavier than before.
"Dean!" Sam hurriedly stood up and stumbled towards him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Dean's middle, burying himself in Dean's chest. It's okay, Sam. I gotcha… He looked up at Jack and said, "You have absolutely no regard for his powers or what they do to him, do you?"
Jack stood up ignoring him. "I have already told your brother your first assignment."
"Which is?" Dean said with venom.
"Simply, we're gonna rob a bank."
Dean couldn't help himself. "Hmm, original."
Jack stood over Dean with a dangerous look. "You don't want to be testing me. Especially with your brother's condition."
Jack backed up before continuing. Like I need advise from him about Sammy, Dean thought.
"I am going to borrow your brother for a couple of hours. I'll use him to get the information I need to get us in and out without compromises."
Dean glared at him. "And you won't hurt him in any way, shape, or form?"
"Well, as much as touching someone will, at the most."
Dean sighed. It'll make things worse to argue… god, this sucks balls… "Alright. When?"
"I'm taking your brother in two hours." Jack turned towards the door. "I'll be by in a few to give you guys some more to eat."
"I'm takin' the runt with me in a couple," Jack said. "I want 'cha ta keep track of the Dragon Boy but no doin' anythin'. I find anythin' different about 'im when I git back and ya'll regret it."
"Yeah, whatever," Tex said. "How long will ya be gone?"
"Just an hour or two." Jack grabbed a chunk of bread and two water bottles.
Jack returned with the bread and water, leaving it just inside the door. "Be back in about an hour and a half." After hearing him lock the door behind him, Dean got up and grabbed the water and food. I wonder how long until we gotta take a dump in the corner… God, like it's not bad enough we gotta pee there… Sam smiled. "Somehow…I think we'll live," Sam said.
Sam sat up a little as Dean settled back down. Dean ripped the bread in half, immediately giving the bigger half to Sam. Sam hesitated for a second then took it, figuring it'd be pointless to argue with his brother about it. Grabbing on of the bottles of water, Sam sat cross-legged in front of Dean. "I've been thinking… Maybe we could try to get you to transform."
Dean immediately swallowed a not-so-chewed-up bite of bread, gagging slightly and swallowing lots and lots of water to get it down. "What?! Have you gone insane?" he whispered.
Sam gave Dean an odd look. "Why are you whispering?"
"One: Dramatic effect. Two: I think Tex gave me a concussion. Noises…well, everything hurts my head."
"A concussion… isn't that when your brain's damaged or something?"
"When your brain has a bruise, yeah. I should be fine in a couple days."
"Anyway, I think we should make you transform," Sam reiterated.
"Sam," Dean shook his head in disbelief. "What exactly has been going through your head?"
"When you transform, what does it feel like?"
"What?! Sam, I don't understand…"
"the last thing you remember… What does it feel like?"
"I…I just feel the changes. My skin feels weird and kinda numb in places. My mouth starts to hurt…"
"Okay, but what does it feel like…in your mind?"
"Whoa! Wait just a second, here!"
"What? Dean…"
"What is this about, Sammy? Why are you asking me all this stuff?"
Sam looked down at his half empty water bottle as if organizing his thoughts. He drank another quarter of the water. "Maybe…" he said, still thinking it through, "if you could transform and not lose control, mentally speaking, we could get out of here."
Dean looked at him. "Those are optimistic views…"
"Why not!? If you could figure out what exactly is the cause of your uncontrollability…!"
"There you go with the big words again…"
"…we could get out of here!" Sam finished, rolling his eyes humorously.
"And if you could touch someone without seeing anything, you'd live a peaceful, normal life."
"But…" Sam stopped. He smiled as he sighed. "Even if I could, it certainly wouldn't be normal."
"Why?"
"'Cause you're my big brother. And you said there's no such thing as normal." Dean smiled. Sam was always the faithful when it came to Dean. Even with something as simple as that. "Dean, can't we just try?"
Sam is serious about this… Huh. Does he really think I can control myself? "Alright. We can try."
Sam smiled. "Okay, so mentally, what does it feel like when you transform?"
Dean sighed. How does it feel mentally? I'm thinking negative thoughts but that's not what it feels like… "I don't feel anything. I mean, everything feels like its being cut off. Blocked or something."
"Okay… so that's probably why you can't control yourself. If your psyche is being blocked off then your body'll act on pure instinct. Which is why you're animalistic."
"I'm just…going to nod and pretend I understood that."
Sam smiled. "So… we need to figure out a way for it to be unblocked."
"This is probably the worst time to try and see if I can control myself. With this concussion, my brain feels more out of control then ever."
Sam sighed. He bent forward and rested his head on Dean's knee. After a few moments, he sat back up and smiled. "Maybe this concussion's a good thing?"
"What? How?"
"You feel like everything's amplified, right? Hearing things, seeing things that you normally wouldn't be able to."
"If you mean the annoying ringing in my ears and the random graffiti in my left eye, then yeah. So?"
"You said that everything feels cut off when you transform. Because your brain feels like more… open… or not as… confined… I'm to explaining this right…"
"I get what you mean. Still, we don't know for sure…"
"But we can try!" Sam said desperately. "Now all at once, but just parts. Like… uh… your feet! That's the furthest away from your head. Try to turn them into claws."
"My feet transform?"
"You mean you never noticed?"
"How can I notice? I don't even remember…"
"No, I mean, didn't you ever wonder why your shoes were shredded and… well, absent?"
"I just thought 'Dragon-me' didn't like the feel or something…"
Sam gave his brother a grin and said, "You don't know what you look like, do you?"
"You mean you can read my thoughts but you didn't know what I do and don't know?"
"Dean…" Sam stopped again. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell him this. It kinda felt like his secret. Which of course was stupid but… It was something special to Sam. And telling Dean seemed like spoiling it. 'Course, with everything I see in his head, he should see a little of what's in mine. "I can feel you. You're not like other people. I can feel you on the opposite side of a building. Your…aura is like a beacon. It's so powerful and strong…unique. It's like a blanket I can curl into that's safe and warm. And yes, I can hear your thoughts. But I don't see your memories. I'm too busy erasing all the foreign ones by… basking your light."
Dean has to be honest with himself. His very first thought was, Okay, let's count the clichés and qualifications for chick flick moment… But also honest with himself, he was stunned. The fact that Sam felt so much in him, that he meant so much more than just a physical presence of comfort, made Dean feel… well, he didn't know what the feeling was. But it was certainly something beyond flattered awe. "Unique, you say?"
"Yeah," Sam said softly, a bit shocked he got so much into it.
Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders and looked him directly in the eyes. "For the rest of your life, I want you to remember this feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"Sam… You never know what might happen. If anything does, you'll know how to find me. If we get separated, just search for me. You'll find your back…" home.
Sam smiled. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. "No way I'll forget," he whispered into the nape of Dean's neck.
After a few more moments, Sam sat back up and said, "Okay, try to transform."
"Just my feet?" Rick nodded. Dean stared at his feet. He didn't really know what to do. He tried to image scaled popping out of his skin. Now that I think about it. I don't even know how I transform. Does it grow out of me, or do I just change? "Okay, Sam. It's not working."
Sam stared at the ground. Then he said quietly, "Think about what makes you angry. What is it that triggers the transformations?"
Dean looked at Sam. Sam knew perfectly well what triggers it. Dean closed his eyes. He wasn't sure at first what memory to use. When Tex was here, threatening him with a knife… touching him like that… The sick bastard playing with him… Dean could feel his anger boil. But he didn't feel any changes. Dean stared at the memory burned on the back of his eyelids. He sighed. "Not working, Sam…"
"Dean, open your eyes."
He did. Sam was smiling. Dean looked down at his feet. "Electric blue?" Dean inquired. Sam nodded. Dean laughed. "Cool."
There ya go! End of chapter 9! It might be a while before the next update... REVIEWS MAKE IT HAPPEN!!
