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Without realizing it, Sam fell asleep at the table while researching. He hasn't been sleeping very well, but having Dean and Dennis back under the same roof with him was more than a comforting thought. Everyone was together, and everyone was working with coming up with some sort of plan. Nothing was concrete, but Sam was sure that something had to come along sooner rather than later.

Sam's peaceful sleep was disturbed when there was a gut wrenching scream heard from behind him. It made him jump, sending him and the chair to the floor. It was pitch black, so he tripped over quit a few objects looking for the light switch. One item was a hunting knife that fell to the floor at the same time he did, but with the adrenaline pumping threw his veins, the pain didn't even register. He just knew that something was wrong, and he needed light.

He found the light switch and turned it on. He was in complete shock at the sight before him.

Danny was up on the hospital stretcher screaming his lungs out.

It didn't take long for Dean to come running in the room carrying a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. Dennis was also on high alert on the couch next to where Danny sat screaming. The three men froze where they were, and just looked at the young man in a mixture of horror and wonder.

It was Dennis to make a move. He quickly got up from the couch, sat on the stretcher, and grabbed Danny by the arms trying to keep him still, while trying to get through to the terrified young man at the same time.

"Danny! Danny it's me! Danny you have to wake up!"

It only took a short amount of time for the formally comatose young man to stop screaming, and shortly after start sobbing. His eyes weren't open yet, but he was shaking and was seeming to respond well to Dennis's voice.

Dean still in awe walked over to where Sam was standing near the light switch. He had discarded his weapons since there was no real danger, and the two brothers looked confused at the sight before them.

Dennis clung onto a sobbing, shaking Danny. There was no way in hell that this was supposed to be happening! Off the machines he should have died, yet here he was, obviously alive and had to ability to even get better somehow.

Slowly but surely the younger man sobbing turned into just tears soaking into his brother's shirt. It brought Dennis back to a time of when they were younger and Danny woke up crying while in the throes of a bad nightmare. Danny sniffed and his tears lessened. Very carefully Dennis pulled Danny away from him, yet keeping a firm grasp on his arms. He looked at his face, and saw the young man's eyes open! He hasn't been able to look into his baby brother's eyes since the accident. His mouth dropped open in awe.

"Danny…."

Danny swallowed. He was exhausted, confused and hurt. He had no idea what the hell was going on, but he did know he had little to no strength and just had a horrible nightmare. But why did he feel sickly and weak? In a very quiet voice, he whispered, "Dennis." That was all that came out before his eyes shut, and he fell into a rather peaceful slumber.

Dennis hugged his brother once more, before putting his arms behind the kids back and legs, and lifting him up off the stretcher and onto the couch so the kid could be more comfortable. He put the blanket over him, and looked at his peaceful brother, before walking into the kitchen, motioning for Sam and Dean to follow him.

Sam and Dennis sat down at the coffee table while Dean went looking inside the cabinets. Sam hardly noticed when Dean put the First Aid kit down on the table and grabbed his injured hand.

"What the hell Dean?" Sam yelled.

"In case you haven't noticed you're bleeding."

Sam looking down and noticed the deep gash on the palm of his hand. Suddenly the pain of it was coming to him as he remembered falling to the ground at the sound of the scream and hitting his hand on something. He didn't feel at the time that it was a knife that sliced across his palm.

Dean continued cleaning Sam's hand while they were talking. Dennis was the first to speak.

"What the hell was that? He just decided to wake up one day when all this other shit was happening?"

Dennis was looking right at Sam while he was speaking. If Dean noticed he didn't say anything. Sam on the other hand just looked down at the floor. He knew why Danny was getting better. His new healing powers were actually in fact working, but he didn't know how to bring it up just yet. He was hoping Dennis didn't know, but it sure sounded like it.

Dean jumped in. "Maybe it wasn't the accident that put him in a coma, maybe Leo put some sort of a spell on him afterwards to keep him asleep, and because of everything that's happening, the spells wearing off. I mean it has to be a lot of work splitting your attention like he's been doing. Maybe that means Leo's actually getting weaker."

Sam knew Dean couldn't be more wrong. He still refused to make eye contact when Leo spoke, and he didn't miss the angry tone in his voice. "Or maybe someone has been helping him along. Maybe someone had something to tell the rest of the class."

That got Dean's attention. He was starting to wrap a bandage around Sam's hand when he looked up at Dennis puzzled.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Sam made eye contact with Dennis, he just about hissed threw his teeth, "Don't, not now."

Dean looked between the two men utterly confused. Now he realized he was the only person not in on what was actually going on, and didn't that just piss him off?

"I want the two of you to tell me what the hell is going on right now!"

Dennis crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Take the bandage off of Sam's hand."

"What?! No way it's still bleeding!"

Sam spoke up, "Dennis please not like this..."

Dennis being fed up, got up and walked over to the two brothers. He swiftly grabbed Sam's arm and bodily tor him out of the chair, making it fall hard to the floor. Dean waiting for Dennis to get dangerous, held his gun out in front of him, aiming it directly at Dennis.

"Let him go…NOW!"

Dennis started un-wrapping Sam's hand, and before anyone knew it the bloodied gauze fell to the floor.

"I need you to look at his hand Dean. NOW!"

"LET HIM GO!"

Dennis let go of Sam who stumbled over to Dean, who then pushed him behind him.

"Look at his hand."

"What will that prove…"

"Just look!"

Dean didn't know what the hell looking at Sam's injured hand accomplished, but if it stopped their god like friend from going crazy, it was worth a try.

"Sammy let me see your hand." Dean's gun never left the target on Dennis

"Dean this won't prove anything…"

"Damn it Sam give me your hand!"

Sam closed his eyes and knew what was about to happen. The second Dean started wrapping the gauze around his hand, the gash was healing. It was fully healed before Dean even finished. Without any more interruption, he held out his 'wounded' hand for Dean to see.

Dean didn't know why Sam was so hesitant on showing him his injured hand. It wasn't that complicated of a request? But then he saw Sam's hand, and was even more confused than before. On his hand, was no gash. He cleaned it out so the blood was very minimal, but the gash was very evident and was sure to scar, no way it couldn't be there. Yet here he was, looking at Sam's hand that was supposed to be injured, but wasn't.

Dean took a confused look over towards Dennis, who was stood there with his arms crossed and his head down. He put his gun down by his side, and turned to face Sam. He took the 'injured' hand in his, and inspected it further.

"I don't get it, this should still be bleeding. It doesn't even look like anything happened." Dean then looked Sam in the eye. "What's going on here?"

Here it was. Everything was going to be out in the open, and both men are going to know everything. This was not how he wanted them to find out. He ripped his hand away from Dean, and backed up a little bit.

"Ok look, When Leo had me I had the chance to escape, so I tried. But I ended up in this room filled with glowing orbs. When the shifter found me I got scared and knocked over some of the orbs. Well one kind of, went in me."

Dean was losing his patience.

"What exactly went in you Sam?!"

Sam gulped. "Powers. I absorbed powers from the orb, and now I have the power to heal."

The look on Dean's face turned to one of pain and anger. Maybe not telling him from day one was a huge mistake.

"You have powers?! Powers? Powers like Dennis?"

"Kind of, I mean I can't fly or lift anything heavy, but I can heal people."

Sam knew his big brother better than he knew anyone else in his life. And right now he knew Dean was pissed.

"Damn it Sam you should have told me! You should have said something since the very first second I saved you and Danny from that bomb! You've seen what having these kind of powers can do to a human, yet you're keeping them a secret?!"

Now Sam was getting mad. He had good reasons for keeping the powers a secret.

"I didn't know if this was permanent! I wanted to talk to Dennis before telling you, in case I could reverse It somehow!"

"You wanted to talk to Dennis first?! Oh man that's rich! I'M the one who's been beating himself up over getting us in this mess in the first place! IM the one who's been a wreck since you got taken by those two lunatics! I had no idea where you were or what the hell they were doing to you! Yet you want to talk to Dennis about your powers?! Damn it Sam I know Dennis is the one with real super powers here, but did you forget that I'M the one who went through hell with those stupid tests so that I can get you back?! But nooooo you wanted to talk to Dennis about what's been going on in your life."

At this point Sam felt like crap. He should know better than to keep secrets from his big brother, and now he's getting what he deserves.

"I didn't want to scare you…"

"Didn't want to scare me? Then maybe you should have tried a little harder at not falling off that damn bridge, or getting yourself taken by Leo and the shifter."

Sam knew Dean said things he didn't mean when he was angry or hurt, but he was hitting below the belt.

"What you think I wanted to fall off that bridge?! Or get kidnapped by Leo?! That was hell! The things they did to me, the things they said to me, and it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life."

"That's just something else you can talk to Leo about, because lord knows you haven't talked to me about it yet."

Dean walked past Sam and started to grab his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. I figure I'll give you and your real hero time to have your talk."

"Damn it Dean it's not safe!"

Dean stormed right out the door without caring about safety or not. He needed air, and he needed to be away from his little brother at the moment.

Sam stood in the middle of the kitchen not believing what was happening. Dean just left and it was his fault. He trusted Dean with his life so why not his deepest secrets?

He looked at Dennis who still had his arms crossed, but then he made eye contact with Sam.

"There's no way to get rid of the powers. They choose you, and it's never going away." Dennis said matter of factly.

"How did you even know I had them?"

"When you tried to heal me last night. It won't work on people like me like it will on Danny yourself or Dean. I felt it sure, but it mingles with my body like oil and water. You can't heal me. Thanks for trying."

Dennis walked out of the kitchen pissed. These were not powers to mess around with by any means and Sam was keeping it a secret. He sat on the floor next to his little brother, picked up a book, and started reading.

Sam couldn't believe how badly he had messed everything up. He lost the trust of every person who has ever helped him, and now he had powers he still knew nothing about. With no other option, he took the laptop into one of the spare bedrooms, and tried to keep his mind busy with more research. Everything was falling apart.