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Disclaimer: Dean curses a lot…
"Sam!!!" Dean screamed
Sam's eyes opened so quickly it took him a second to focus what was going on.
"No. This isn't happening…" Sam shut his eyes and muttered to himself
"Sam, you have to calm down!" Dean yelled to his brother
Sam had woken up to find himself curled in a ball in one of the corners of the bedroom… on the ceiling.
"Shit Dean Shit! Why the fuck am I on the ceiling?" Sam panicked
"Sam, calm down man." Dean said trying to get his brother to relax.
Waiting for his stomach to be slashed and being devoured in fire, Sam knew it wouldn't happen. This wasn't THE Demon
This was him.
Looking below he finally noticed the objects flying around the room.
"I can't—I mean… what?" Sam said in rushed sentence.
"Sam, we need to get you uh, down from there." Dean said awkwardly, never having to get someone off the ceiling before.
"Your spoon-bending is controlled by your emotions Sammy, you just need to concentrate and calm yourself down."
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath, while releasing it the objects in the room stopped in midair.
Opening his eyes Sam smiled.
"No no no! Not again Sammy! Get that fucking smirk off your face!" Dean yelled as Sam unfolded his body and floated upright, practically touching the floor due to his height.
With a wink and his smile turning into a smirk Sam's feet touched the ground.
"Hahaha just like Poppins!" He exclaimed
Sam walked around the room marveling at the suspended objects.
"You know, I'm barely even thinking about these things." Sam said tilting his head towards the floating objects.
"But it's like a command that has been sent out by me, and even if I wasn't paying attention the command would still be in effect."
Dean gaped at his brother, deciding to use a different approach
"What's it like Sam?" He questioned Sam who was now entertaining himself by making the objects fly around the room doing spirals and zig-zags in the room.
"You know that feeling when you wake up, and yo$u get a really nice long stretch going that makes your body feel like puddy for about a second?"
Dean nodded
"It's like that but… lighter." Sam said quietly
A loss for words, Dean stepped back quickly avoiding the lamp that decided to side swipe him.
"Oops." Sam chuckled sadistically
Glaring at Sam Dean made a decision. Screw this!
"Sam, why can you do this? What made you gain control?"
"Hmmm…" Sam started
"Well I guess the best way to explain this is by referring to these "outbursts of energy", with schizophrenia.
"Sam your not schitzo." Dean sighed
A pillow flew by hitting Dean in the back of the head.
"Shut up Dean… I'm talking." Sam huffed
"Anyways… I'm like two people in one body. Of course you know Sammy, he's the one who's been in control for the last 23 years." He growled
"Me on the other hand am something different, I'm like a second soul in Sam's body. You can call me---" interrupted
"I'm not calling you shit because you're getting out of my brother now!" Dean yelled
"Sorry Deanie, can't do that. Well unless you want to kill Sammy. I'm the only thing that's keeping him together.
"Oh, by the way, if you haven't noticed by the flying objects and the other random psychic crap, brother, I'm the part of your brother that was put in by the demon!" It laughed maniacally
Next thing he knew, Dean's perspective was spun in all directions as "Sam" flew him head first into the wall.
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I hope this is starting to make sense.
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