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Chapter Twenty-One.
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Sam was in the kitchen starting to prepare breakfast; he had the coffee already in the mugs as he knew Dean would soon be joining him.
It was strange how their sleeping habits were changing too with their telepathy.
Before, he used to be the one who slept badly, always tormented by nightmares and guilty feelings of one kind or another, and Dean was the one
who could sleep through a brass band playing next to the bed.
Things seemed to have levelled out now; he slept much better, while Dean woke when he did or shortly after.
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Sure enough his brother came strolling lazily into the kitchen, eyes still heavy with sleep.
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"What's for breakfast, Sam? Sleeping sure makes you work up an appetite"
Sam only snorted. "The day you don't have an appetite, is the day I'll start to get worried, Dean"
"Aw, come on Sam, I don't eat all that much!"
Sam didn't even bother answering; he just shoved a cup of coffee under his brother's nose and continued with what he was doing.
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He was so concentrated that he wasn't pay attention to whatever it was Dean was going on about; a fact which had obviously pissed his brother off,
for he was just about deafened by Dean's mind voice. § Sammy, are you listening to a word I'm saying? §
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Sam was taken by surprise and the knife he was using nicked his finger.
"Ow, Dean, now look what you've done" he yelled, as he went to wash out his bloody finger under the tap.
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"Dude, I didn't do any thing, I was only trying to talk to you! Let me see."
He got up from the table and examined the cut. "All that fuss for a little scratch like that! You really are a princess, Sammy-boy."
"Be quiet Dean; if it was you you'd be moaning about it all day."
"Well, I'm more delicate, Sam. You know that, don't you? I gotta keep myself in prime shape for all those chicks out there" he smirked
as he took his seat again at the table, having verified that it was indeed only a nick.
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"Well, now that you've got my attention, Dean, just what was so important?" Sam huffed as he sat down next to his brother.
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"I've been thinking that I'll give it a go."
"What?"
"The whole angel mojo thing. I figure we gotta be able to protect ourselves now that the stakes are higher."
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§ Protect ourselves, or protect me, Dean? §
§ You're the one with the weirdo soul that they need, so I guess I don't just have to protect your butt now, but that too.§
§ Thanks for the vote of confidence, dude. I'm overwhelmed by the trust you have in me to look after myself §
Sam's virtual bitch-face came through the link.
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§ Well, it wasn't me that Cas was gonna penetrate with that arm of his. I wonder if the guy ever takes a shower.
Who knows how many germs he could have passed on to your future Soulless self if he had gotten away with it! §
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§ You know! I don't know why I even listen to you anymore, Dean! The older you get, the more of a moron you become!§
§ That's why you love me Sammy! §
Dean smirked.
Sam bitchfaced.
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That's how Bobby found them as he strolled into the room, well not exactly strolled, more shuffled, as going by the bags under his eyes,
he hadn't been to bed last night.
" 'Morning Bobby," Sam greeted as he saw him enter. "There's some fresh coffee if you want it," and he filled the older man's mug.
"You look as if a train ran over you," was Dean's encouraging observation as Bobby sat down opposite him.
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"Yeah, well, all that Purgatory stuff was pretty interesting and I didn't realise that the whole night had passed."
I wanna get it all written up and put it down in the panic room, safe from angels, demons or whatever else could come after it."
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"Thanks, Sam," he acknowledged as he was presented with a steaming cup of the black liquid." Did no-one ever tell you that you make a good coffee, son?"
"Well, no," Sam eyed his brother, "Dean usually bitches about it."
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§ Dude, if I tell you it's good, you'll never stop crowing! §
§ Jerk! §
§ Bitch! §
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"So, did you boys talk more about all the power stuff?" Bobbyasked.
"I've been thinking about it and I'm going to have a go. Sam seems to think that if I do manage to get it working, it shouldn't affect me in a bad way
just as his demon powers haven't changed him," answered Dean.
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§ You're still the prissy girl you always were! §
§ How often am I going to have to tell you to shut up, Dean? §
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"Okay, if Sam thinks it's safe enough, that's good enough for me. He's been through it and is out resident "expert", joked Bobby,
wondering to himself just what the Hell these two would come up with next.
He wouldn't be surprised if they grew wings and flew!
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The sun was casting morning shadows amongst the piles of old cars in the junkyard when the brothers walked out from the house,
keeping themselves near the building however, so as to be in the protection range of Bobby's wards.
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"Okay, resident expert"; what's the first thing I have to do to kick–start the angel mojo?"
"Well, I suppose you already did that when you blasted the two C's at Eleanor's place so I guess it's just a question of managing to call it up
when you want to use it."
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"You make it sound so easy, Sammy but just HOW am I supposed to do that?"
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"Right, well, when Ruby started to show me how to get my powers working, the first thing I had to do was concentrate.
Close your eyes and try to visualise the power as a ball or a wave, whatever you want."
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"How about a hot chick; that would be a good incentive!" Dean smirked.
"Dean, are you even taking this seriously!"
"Okay Sam, okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'm gonna go for it."
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Dean closed his eyes, trying to imagine a ball of fire.
"I see a ball, Sammy. Now what?"
"Try and throw it with your mind at a target. Start with something small like a pebble. Wait a minute," Sam fished into his jean's pocket
and drew out an old coloured marble, "try this," and he rolled it onto the ground a few metres from his brother.
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Dean felt that his brains were going to burn out as he concentrated on blasting the marble but it remained stubbornly in the same spot
where Sam had thrown it.
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"Are you even trying, Dean?" Sam enquired "or are you just standing there with your eyes closed?"
Dean opened them and glared at his brother. "What the hell, Sammy! I nearly burned out my neurons trying to throw the damn ball of fire.
You make it sound so easy!"
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"Wow, Dean, your vocabulary is improving; "neurons," I'm impressed."
"Shut up bitch, you're supposed to be helping, not making fun of me!"
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"I am trying to help. It seemed as though you weren't putting enough conviction into it. You got to really want to kick that marble in the butt.
Think of some fugly standing in front of you; a Wendigo or a ghoul and try again."
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But as much as Dean forced himself, the marble didn't move.
Sam tried again to motivate his brother.
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"Your power erupted when Cas was going to hurt me so think of someone trying to do me harm," Sam egged him on. "Some demon cutting out my heart
or tearing me limb from limb or twisting a wooden stake in my heart…."
Sam stopped as the marble started rolling away only to explode in a cloud of coloured glassy dust.
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His brother flopped to the ground like rag- doll, but this time Sam wasn't as worried. He remembered the first times he had used his own power
and how he too had fallen, exhausted by the force his body had used to unleash it.
It would get better with time for Dean too. At least he could be here for his brother to encourage and help him,
not like himself who had been play-dough in the diabolically competent hands of Ruby.
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He yanked his brother up gently and carried him into the house. Being bigger than Dean was useful sometimes!
Luckily Bobby had gone off to bed to recuperate, and by the time he came down Dean would have gotten his forces back.
There was no need to worry the older man more than necessary.
Sam arranged his brother as comfortably as he could on the couch, selected a book and sat down to wait for him to wake up.
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