Disclaimer: still no... :P
Sorry for the delay! Definition of a Human is really taking up time... My updates, unfortunately are going to continue to get more sparse, 'cause I'm getting a lot busier with work. Sorry :P
Also, I changed the title from Separation and Bonds to Draconian Bonds
Enjoy chapter 14!
Weeks passed and I slowly became more aware. Although I also became increasingly clingy and quiet around Dean. I didn't want to say anything that might tell him what I am. No matter how much he tried to coax it out of me, I had to stay firm. I had to make sure he wouldn't leave me.
Dean stayed home more and more as the time went by. Dean noticed my lucidity increased the more he was in contact with me. I was mostly in the world now, just refused to be a part of it. I rarely spoke. I did nothing except eat, sleep and clutch at my brother desperately making sure he didn't leave.
Four months after I first arrived, the breakthrough finally occurred.
An old John Wayne movie was on television. Dean was watching it with a detached interest while I curled tightly against Dean's side, staring blankly at the floor, making sure the voices stayed away. A single voice still whispered in my head above the others. It screamed quietly for attention. It needed to be noticed. It needed me to notice it. To acknowledge it. I tried to concentrate and hear the whispered words. But the closer I got to it, the louder all the other voices got. I whimpered as they started to fight for domination again.
Dean turned his head at my whimper. "You okay, Sammy?"
I shook my head vehemently, works spilling out of my mouth uncontrollably in a monotone whisper. "Adam is ready for tests, sir. Such a pretty boy. You really think you can get away from me? Subject is loose! The more we get, the more power achieve…"
Dean rubbed my arms desperately, though knowing that he couldn't stop my mind from protecting itself. That didn't mean he wouldn't try. "Sammy, can you tell me who's saying what?" Sam could hear Dean's thoughts project into him with great intensity. Just talk to me… it echoed. But they were out of desperation. Not violence. Sam felt his body comply.
"Wh-wh-i-te pe-e-ple…"
"White people?"
"C-ca-all… m-me…" I started to sob in a mixture of frustration and desperation.
"Shhh… it's okay, Sammy. Just take it slow."
My eyes widened as I started to remember. Just suddenly as if a veil was being lifted. I sobbed harder as I realized… everything. "My f-fa-ult…"
"No, no, no, Sammy. None of this is your fault…"
"Nooooo…! L-let th-themmm f-i-i-nd o-uut!"
"Sammy," Dean said in a calming manner. "You're not making any sense."
I sighed in resignation. "A-I-S-P…"
"What?"
"Innnn-sti-i-tu-tionnn! Th-the -ere c-caussse v-vo-i-cesss m-ma-ake m-me n-no-ot r-ri-ight-t…"
"A mental institution? Sammy… Were you committed?"
Not trusting my voice I nodded my head. I sobbed harder when Dean still looked confused. The voices and memories got louder with each passing second, but I knew that this piece of information, (Whatever it may be) needed to be told. Needed Dean to make it better. With the remaining coherency I had, I uttered three words.
"H-hun-n-t-t-tin… sp-pe-e-cialll… p-e-e-pllllle."
"Hunting special people?" Dean whispered. I could feel Dean's brain trying to understand and comprehend what I had told him. And before even he knew, I could feel when the pieces were fitted together in his brain.
"An institution that experiments on people with abilities," he murmured more to himself than to me for confirmation.
My brain no longer screamed for the piece of information to be uttered, so I let my body sag and the memories and voices take over. I let my mouth spew freely, and my body curl to protect itself from the seemingly continual rapes.
Dean guided Sam's compliant body to the bed where he covered him and tucked him. Sam had fallen asleep (Unconscious was more like it lately) leaving Dean with his thoughts.
Many little random thoughts ran through Dean's head first. It was his way of processing. Like how Sam talks as though his tongue is way too large for his mouth. Dean knows his brother well enough to know it's because of all the people he's touched. With all those foreign memories and voices running through his head, it must be difficult to regain enough control to voice his own voice. His voice. And when he is spewing other people's thoughts, he seems to be able to use them to express his own.
Then came the issue of the institution he mentioned. 'AISP, Hunting special people…' What confused Dean was how Sam said it was his fault. Though if things in general haven't changed, then Sam would think that everything is his fault. It's how the boy functioned.
Back to the main issue, if there are people after Sam and Dean and others like them, then that means they're in danger. And that means that I got to do something about it, Dean thought.
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