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Sam looked at Dean confused by how he was acting.

As Dean sat on his own bed enveloping himself in the local news, searching for a new job he guessed, Sam got up to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as he placed his feet on the floor, Sam felt lighter than air. He closed his eyes and stood there enjoying the sensation and not wanting to possibly break its spell if he moved. Taking a deep breath and stretching his arms out to get the circulation moving, Sam felt something thrown into his outstretched hand. He dropped both his arms and opening his eyes looked at the toothbrush that had now rested on his palm.

"You did it again."

Sam twirled backwards to stare at Dean who had put his paper down and was now looking at Sam.

"What!?" Sam spat at his brother

Dean flinched at his brother's unexpected reply.

"Shit Sam, would you calm down? "If you didn't notice, during your little yoga stunt a few minutes ago, you called your toothbrush to you." Dean started

"What?" Sam questioned again. He remembered last night, he remembered controlling the little button by not thinking about it (for once). But that's about it.

"Wait, you said a few minutes, I wasn't standing there for 30 seconds!" Sam started to panic pointing accusations at his brother.

"Sam you've been standing there taking deep breaths for about--- 10 minutes now." Dean said looking at his cell phone for the time.

"I couldn't wake you up. You were in some kind of trance. Scared the fuck out of me by the way." Dean retorted

"You're lying!" Sam screamed throwing the toothbrush across the room.

The lights flickered…

"Sam calm down! Don't go postal or anything, maybe you just fell asleep!" Dean said, knowing that his brother hadn't been sleeping.

Sam looked at Dean, not understanding why he felt such anger towards the one person in the world that he loved (AN: as a brother).

Sam took a step away from Dean and ran into the bedpost behind him. Glancing over his shoulder Sam felt trapped.

Beginning to hyperventilate Sam doubled over with both of his fist held against each of his temples. The voices in his head returning, bringing a monster of a migraine along with them.

In the back of his mind Sam tried to reason with himself:

Sam! What are you doing?

Dean didn't do anything!

You're Safe!

Don't you dare run!

You're safe!

Damn it Sam talk to Dean!

Destroy Him…

"Heeeeyyyy… That wasn't me…" Sam said standing upright and looking at Dean.

"What?" Dean asked, standing up after noticing the internal battle Sam was having with himself.

Sam screamed a low roar, doubling over again.

Sam's telekinesis was becoming out of control again. Dean noticed as his brother began to transform into the psychic power surge from last night. Sam's eyes became wide and unseeing, his long hair moving with no wind once again. Unfortunately the objects that flew around the room this time were knives and guns…

As soon as it had come, everything stopped.

All the objects fell, thankfully none of the guns discharged as they hit the carpet.

Painting heavily Sam slightly wobbled as he walked away from the bed towards Dean.

His brother's eyes darted around the room as if he was trying to find a way to escape his baby brother approaching him.

"Dean, I think I opened a door that just had its hinges blown off." Sam said quietly staring at the ground.

Dean sighed in relief

"Sammy, I'm gonna buy you a brand new fucking steel door for the mind of yours!" Dean promised, relaxing knowing that he had his brother at least for the moment.

"We need to find someone who knows about this. Sorry Sammy but you and I weren't trained in this area…" Dean said

"You rest for a bit while I make some phone calls."

"Sure Dean" Sam replied confused beyond comprehension and deciding to let his brother do the thinking for both of them.

Closing his tired eyes once again Sam dozed, opening them when hearing his brother screaming his name.

Duh Duh Duh!!!

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