"Okay, Sam. I want to ask something that I'm asking for the sake of asking." Dean said after a few minutes of silence passed. "I just want your answer to be on the record and I just want to say it one time and move on. Does this have anything to do with demon blood?"

"No." Sam said firmly, confident at the very least in that information. "Not even since way back then."

Dean nodded, a small bit of relief passing over his face. "Okay good, I just needed to check that off."

Sam nodded, picking up the bottle and taking a deep pull from it. "So it's not that...so what it is?"

Dean shook his head, running his fingers through his short hair. "This always came from the demon blood before, right?"

"I don't know, does the time before Azazel's death match happen count before demon blood?" Sam asked. "Because it all started from when Azazel poured demon blood into me."

"Right, right." Dean said, taking a drink from his own beer. He leaned back in his seat and stared at the ground. "So then this...has it happened since the demon blood?"

"No, not even a single thing." Sam said. "No premonitions, no telekinesis, nothing. Like it never happened."

"And now...with our little sister being born, who is a nephilim, something clicked inside of you and all of a sudden...your powers are back."

"Could a giant glaring coincidence, or it could mean something." Sam said, watching Dean get up and leave the room for a moment. He returned holding something and held it out to him.

Sam just stared at the object and then back at his brother. "Really?" he asked, unamused.

Dean gave a small smirk at him. "For old times sake." he said, wagging the spoon in front of him. "C'mon, you gotta bend it at least once."

Sam swatted at Deans hand, who refused to let go of the spoon just yet, and rolled his eyes. "Dean, be serious."

"I am one hundred percent serious, if your powers are coming back then we gotta do it right this time." Dean told him seriously despite the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "So that means you're going to be bending spoons and you're going to be going to the tables in Vegas and winning the big bucks."

"I'm going to use my powers to make you shut up, and stop all this crap." Sam told him, pushing down the laughter regardless that was trying to escape.

"You don't have that power, you just see things and move things." Dean told him smugly. "So you can't do a thing to me."

"You don't know, I might get more powers and more abilities than before." Sam said with a shrug, relaxing more and more with each joke. "Dean."

Dean nodded and sobered up, tossing the spoon on the table. "Okay so. What do we do here?"

"We can try to figure out why they're coming back." Sam said. "We can also maybe try this time to...control it?"

"You mean use your powers." Dean stated, his jaw moving side to side.

Sam nodded. "We can use it on hunts, this way I can control it, it doesn't control me." he said slowly. "And if I can see the future...maybe I'll be able to make sure nothing happens and if it's going to...stop it before it does."

Dean was quiet for a moment, turning his head towards the bedrooms where mom and Millie were. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah Sammy." he said quietly. "I think that's actually a really good idea."

Sam nodded, smiling softly at him. He glanced down at the spoon and placed his hand on the table, extending his hand towards it. He felt a small bit of pain in his head before the spoon slid along the table and into his hand.

He could feel his brothers gaze on him and he shrugged, bringing the spoon up and with a thought the spoon bent at the head. "At the very least, like you said, there's always Vegas."

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