Chapter 13
Sam pulled a chair into the shadows of the house out of the sun and sat down to look out across the yard as Dom moved a chair to sit beside him. Sam could feel his presence and tried to rid himself of the uneasiness he felt because he was not sure why he felt this way. It was like there was something he could not sense or see hovering on the edges of his mind whenever Dom was near.
"Do you have any questions I can answer?" Dom asked breaking the silence between them.
"Ummm…I'm not sure," Sam replied as he racked his brain to come up with something.
"How are you doing on astral projection?"
"Not bad. I do have a question about that. How far can you travel and how long can you be detached from your body?"
"There is not really a limit to how far you can go and as for time; I have never really tested that, but I would not be gone no longer than needed just to be on the safe side."
"What if something happens to your body while you are gone?"
"If the body is gone, there would be nothing for you to return to. Your spirit would end up in limbo where you would roam that realm for eternity."
"Bummer," Sam mumbled as he thought about that. "Why wouldn't I go to either Heaven or Hell?"
"Well, you never really died Sam. You just left your body."
"Oh."
"Have you learned to control fire?"
"Yeah, I worked on that until I could do it easily," Sam nodded as he snapped his fingers making a flame flare in his palm. He rolled it from hand to hand before with a quick puff of air, blew it out. "That was actually the easiest to do."
"Good. And your telekinesis, it was good the last time we worked together."
"Yes. It might help if I could learn to speak to spirits maybe. I don't mean crossing over but talk to them in some way? I know seances can be used but is there another way?"
"If you have a personal item of a deceased, you can use that to try and connect with the spirit, but you have to be careful that another spirit doesn't attach to the one you summon, trying to break free."
"Never really thought of that."
"There are dangers you have to consider when dealing with spirits Sam. Now if the spirit is already here, it is easier to communicate with. They will manifest themselves, but they usually aren't happy about it. Remember the case we worked together a while back?"
"Yeah. You were able to convince the spirit to help us and we gave her peace."
"We did, but sometimes that is not the case."
"Yeah, I know."
"Have you tried to use telepathy? Trying to receive people's thoughts and putting thoughts in their minds? I know we can talk that way, but we have a bond that others don't."
"Not really, what do I do?" Sam asked sitting up a little showing interest now.
"You need to clear your mind and open it up to world around you. Tune in to those underlying signals that most ignore or can't process. Let's try it. Take some deep breaths and relax, emptying your mind of your thoughts," Dom told him.
Sam settled into the chair and closed his eyes as he before breathing deeply a few times. He cleared his mind and pushed his senses out to feel everything around him. Sudden sounds and noises that would not usually be heard were filling his mind. He concentrated on a snippet of something and tried to hear it. After a few seconds, some words filtered into his mine, '…what they're doing…talk to Dom…'. Sam drew in a sharp breathand jerked with surprise because he knew that was Dean's voice.
"Did you hear something?" Dom asked him when he saw Sam's eyes spring open and a look of shock crossed his face.
"I think so. It was Dean."
"He would be the easiest to hear than anyone else. You already have a connection with him."
"Wow, that was unreal."
"With practice you can hear others. You also need to learn to tune them out and don't leave yourself open to all the voices around you. It could drive you crazy."
"How do I do that?"
"Focus on one voice you are searching for. Let the others fade away and you should be okay. Practice this ability, don't try to rush it, let it come naturally so your mind can build its protective barriers. You can always call me if you have questions."
"Yeah, I'll do that. It could come in handy working a case." Sam looked down at his hands for a moment and his brow furrowed like he wanted to say something else.
"Is there anything else you want to talk about Sam? You seem troubled by something," Dom asked hoping to get Sam to open up. He would never invade his mind to see what he was thinking. "Does it have to do with Dean?"
Sam looked up at Dom for a moment the answer written across his face.
"Yes," Sam whispered. "I'm worried Dean has changed his mind and doesn't want me to use my powers."
"Has he said anything to you concerning that?"
"No, not in so many words. It's just that I get this feeling after I have used them that he's worried."
"Maybe you should talk to him about this to ease your mind?"
"I know, I should," Sam sighed leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together. "It just never seemed like the right time lately. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, you know. It's probably nothing."
"But you are worried about it, so it has to be something," Dom suggested. "Would you like me to talk to him? I can feel him out without letting him know why I'm doing it."
"I don't know, he catches on to things quicker than you think."
"True, he is very perceptive about things."
"I'll try to bring the subject up while we're here and see what he says."
"Let me know if you need my help with anything."
"Thanks Dom, I appreciate that," Sam nodded giving him a brief smile. "So, what else could I maybe learn?"
"Well, I have dabbled with compelling a person to do what I want, but maybe you should wait to try something new. Work on and master telepathy before branching out farther. You know it might not be a good thing to try and have too many powers. You could spread yourself too thin and it might affect the abilities you do have. This could also help Dean if you practiced on him. It would allow him to build his own shields to protect his mind."
"Not a bad idea. Yeah, I'll see if Dean is willing to try it," Sam nodded. "Good point. What I have has really helped in hunts, maybe I shouldn't be too greedy."
"Correct Sam. Why don't we relax for a bit and enjoy this nice day? Let yourself rest and your body recharge."
"Yeah, it is nice out here," Sam agreed letting his gaze wander out across the salvage yard and caught a glimpse of something in the grass near the stacked vehicles. He focused on it and saw it was a couple of rabbits hopping around trying to find clover and sweet grass to eat.
spn
It was after dinner the following day when Dean offered a suggestion.
"Why don't we head into town tonight and check out a couple of bars?" Dean asked Dom and Sam.
"I'm not really in the mood to go to a bar," Sam replied. "I told Bobby I would help him with some research anyway."
"Alright, kid, what do you say? Wanna go shoot some pool and throw back a few cold ones?"
"Sure, I'll join you," Dom shrugged thinking it would be fun and he needed to hone his skills in the game of pool. It seemed it was a huge past time for bar entertainment, that, or darts.
"Awesome! Let me change shirts and I'll be ready," Dean said. He headed upstairs to change and use the bathroom.
"You sure you don't want to come Sam?" Dom asked.
"No, you go ahead. I've had enough of Dean's bar nights, just don't let him sucker you into doing shots. That never turns out well."
"I'll remember that," Dom chuckled. "I should get my jacket and some extra money." Dom excused himself and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He met Dean coming down the hall and spoke to him. "I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Take your time, I'll meet you outside at the Impala."
"Alright." Dom stepped into his bedroom and rummaged around in his duffle for his money and grabbed his jacket. He walked down to the bathroom to use it and brush his teeth before heading downstairs to bid Sam goodbye and continued out the door where Dean was waiting on him. He got in on the passenger side and settled into the seat.
"Alright! Let's go blow off some steam!" Dean spouted as he cranked his Baby and pulled away from the house. He turned on the radio and found a classic rock station to listen to.
"Alright, good song," Dean said as he started bobbing his head to the music.
'…Out past the cornfield where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime…'
Dom listened to the words of the song as Dean sung along getting into the music. He smiled to himself at how quickly Dean could switch from a seasoned, hardnosed hunter to a carefree guy going out to have a good time. He was a complex man and had been through so much more in his lifetime than a normal human could ever dream of.
Dean sang along to nearly every song that came on as he drove into town and to one of the bars he liked.
"You're going to like this place. The atmosphere is cool, and they have the best pool tables in town too," Dean told Dom as he parked his Baby in a safe place before getting out and walking around the car to meet Dom. Dom walked beside him toward the front doors.
After stepping into the foyer, Dean paused long enough to scope the place out and take in who was there. The noise level was at a comfortable hum and Dean nodded to several locals as he made his way to the bar.
"Haven't seen you in a while Dean, welcome back," the bartender greeted him.
"Evening Hank," Dean replied. "Looks like the place is booming tonight."
"Yeah, payday for a lot of the customers and they come here to grab a beer before heading on home."
"Let me have two cold ones and two shots of Jack," Dean ordered.
"Coming right up," Hank nodded pulling to bottles of beer from the cooler and sitting two shot glasses out to pour Jack Daniels.
"Start a tab will you Hank?"
"Sure, thing Dean." Hank turned and wrote on his pad before moving down the bar to help someone else.
"Here we go," Dean stated, handing Dom a beer, and shot. "Why don't we snag a table and shoot a few games?"
"Maybe you can give me some pointers. I have learned the game, but I'm not particularly good at it."
"You're talking to a pro here. I'll be happy to show you a few moves."
They walked over to an empty pool table where Dean downed his shot and took a swig of beer before getting the triangle and racking the balls. He rolled them around a couple of times before setting them to remove the triangle.
"Why don't you break them, and I'll see what you've got?"
"Okay," Dom nodded taking a pool cue and chalking the end before sitting the white ball on the green felt and lining up his shot. He slipped the cue back and forth several times before hitting the ball with a crack, sending it rolling into the other balls making them spin and roll around on the table.
"Looks like you're solid," Dean commented as he watched Dom study the table waiting for the balls to stop rolling.
Dom waited for the balls to stop rolling before quickly looking to where the white ball stopped and where all the others were positioned. He walked to the other side to take another shot sending a solid ball into a pocket. He chalked the end of cue again before sinking another ball. On his next one, he missed and stood back to let Dean have his turn.
"Not bad, a little too much English on that last shot," Dean explained as he lined up a shot sending his ball into the pocket. He banked a shot off the side and sunk another, working the table, and taking all the striped balls off the table. "Eight ball, side pocket," Dean called out before taking the shot.
"Nice," Dom told him. He was seeing a different side of Dean in this environment. He was social with those he knew and flirted with the attractive women who passed by while they were playing pool. He did not know Dean was this outgoing.
"Set them up and I'll get us another round."
"Alright." Dom moved around the table pulling the ball from the pockets and grabbing the triangle to arrange them in it and setting the balls for another game. He had to admit, Dean was extremely good at the game and hoped he could pick up some pointers.
They stayed for another couple of hours until Dean decided it was time to head home. He paid their tab, and they made their way back to the Impala. Neither were drunk, but had a good buzz, so Dean wasn't concerned about driving back to Bobby's.
A/N: Sam talks to Dom and Dom and Dean have some one on one time. Thanks for coming on this journey, only one more chapter and this story will be over, but the brothers' journey is not. Look for the last story in this trilogy called, A Soul To Save soon. I do like reviews. NC