Chapter 5
Dean took the in the appearance of this stranger as he pulled a chair over and straddled it, resting his arms on the back of it. He seemed at ease, confident, a little cocky and self assured of himself. He was surprised by his words with the mention of special children. It hurt to frown and he grimaced as he tried, but looked over at his brother who was way too tense and stiff. Silent communication passed between them as Dominick paused for a moment.
"My father was an American military officer who met my mother when he was stationed in Europe. I guess you could say it was love at first site. My mother was a Romanian gypsy, a princess in her clan. My grandparents didn't like her choosing outside the clan, but when they saw the deep love between them, they allowed the marriage. A year later Dad got transferred back to the states and then eight months later I was born," Dominick explained watching each brother as he spoke. Dean wore a neutral expression on his face, other than the hint of pain showing in his eyes while Sam's emotions were painted on his face. "I learned this later when I was older, but at six months old an evil visited my nursery and bled into my mouth. Just like what was done to you, am I correct Sam?" he asked Sam point blank.
Sam jerked slightly when he heard his name and swallowed hard before finally getting out, "Yes."
"But something else happened too, didn't it?"
"Our Mom was killed by the yellow eyed demon that night," Dean provided when he saw Sam not able to speak. "She interrupted him when he came into the nursery."
"I thought as much, but I'll get to that," Dominick stated. "My Dad brought my grandparents over for the holidays that year to see me. As soon as Gram laid her eyes on me she could see it. She was a seer of their clan and had special abilities passed down to her from her ancestors. She told my Mom about it and that I had been marked by evil. Before they left, Gram did a protection spell for me that would hide me from any supernatural being trying to find me. She also did the spell on both my parents. When I was four my Dad transferred back to Europe. They both thought I would be safer over there and out of reach of the evil. My Mom would take me to visit her clan more often now and Gram would renew the strength of the protection spell. She told me she could see the powers inside of me the first time she saw me, but didn't tell my Mom because she didn't want to worry her, plus they had not presented themselves yet. I was almost seven when they were killed in the bombing. They were at a cafe having lunch and a terrorist planted a bomb there and blew it up. That is when I went to live with my grandparents. Gram started training me in the old ways of our people." He paused long enough to sip on his beer and let the memories play out in his mind. He still missed them even after all this time.
"How 'bout putting it on pause for a moment," Dean grunted as he tried to ease up from the bed.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked getting up to help him.
"Bathroom," Dean said wanting to get rid of the wet towel that was dripping and he needed to relieve himself.
"Let me help," Sam offered.
"I got it," Dean told him as he stood and let the room stop spinning before cautiously taking a step toward the bathroom on wobbly legs. He made it and closed the door behind him.
Sam waited by the door for him as he mulled over what had been told to them so far. He wondered what this training consisted of and why Dominick had even come to this country. He watched him sip on his beer as they waited for Dean to come out. He heard the water running and straightened up as Dean came out and moved to the fridge for a beer.
"No beer, you're on pain meds," Sam cautioned him when he saw him reach for one.
"Shit," Dean grumbled under his breath and chose water instead.
"How's the headache?"
"Still there, but not as bad," Dean replied moving back to the bed and adjusting his pillows before leaning back against them and sighing. He cast his gaze back to Dominick and waited for him to continue his story.
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When Dominick saw them both ready for him to continue, he began again. "As I was saying, Gram started training me in the old ways of our people. Not being raised in the clan, I had a lot to learn, but she was patient and made sure I understood the codes and the rules and my heritage. When she thought I was old enough and could understand, she told me about the evil, that you are saying is a demon, and that it had marked me when I was a baby. She had me tattooed for protection," he said pulling his shirt neck down to show an anti-possession tattoo like they had and pulled his shirt up to show an intricate tat on his right side near his hip that they weren't sure what it meant or did. "The clan protected me as I grew and started to come into my powers. Gram told him I was blessed with abilities that could be used for good and not the evil it was intended. She taught me how to harness my powers and control them and not be afraid of them. I was introduced to the knowledge of what is really out there behind the curtain by my Gramps. He had me training physically and taught me from the books on lore that were kept by him. I learned to hunt at an early age and learned to use my powers to give myself an advantage. When I was in my teens, two strangers came around asking questions about me, but they were dealt with by the clan. I was sent to stay with another clan for a few months to be sure the threat was over. Gramps never told me what they did to the strangers and I didn't ask," he said with a shrug.
"What powers do you have?" Dean asked when he saw Dominick pausing in his story. He saw Sam stiffen with the question knowing how he felt about his powers.
"Well telekinesis was the first one to come out and then pyrokinesis," he said snapping his fingers making a small flame appear at the end of his finger for a moment before snuffing it out. "Grams taught me to talk to spirits like she could and I later learned I could compel people to do what I suggested and astral projection was fairly easy to master. There might be more, but I've not tried to develop them in the past few years. What I have now helps me with hunting and I can't complain. Gramps wouldn't let me start hunting until I was sixteen and he saw I could protect and handle myself and even then he stared me off on small things so I could get a feel for hunting. I became one of the best hunters in our clan in a short period of time and was called upon by other clans when needed. I think my powers helped me to do this. I started finding my own cases to work across Europe honing my skills and saving lives. I guess this demon you are talking about maybe gave up on me since I couldn't be tracked and was so far away. My Grams told me she had clan members here searching for information so we could be prepared and told me there were many more babies that were affected when I was and many of them died because their bodies couldn't handle the change, it was like an allergic reaction or it drove them crazy when they realized they had these strange powers and they killed themselves. They also found that some of the mothers died in nursery fires along with their baby and some babies survived like you Sam. That's how they tracked the kids. We learned about the disappearances of those affected about eight years ago and they were not heard from again. Did this happen to you?" he asked directing the question to Sam.
Sam looked over at Dean as if asking if he should tell him and got a nod from him.
"Yeah, I was taken by the yellow eyed demon. He told me his plan. He was going to raise a demon army and he wanted one of his special children as he called us to lead this army. He dumped us in this ghost town and waited for us to kill each other off. He figured who ever was left standing would be his leader. It ended up being me and another guy and we fought..." Sam trailed off not sure he wanted to tell him more of what had happened or not. "The demon had him open a gate to hell before we could stop him, letting hundreds of demons out into our world. Dean killed the demon before he gathered the army and we started hunting them down. A lot has happened here over the years since then."
"Yeah, I had cousins feeding me information about what was going on here. About three years ago a creature killed, or I should say slaughtered, my Gramps and some of my cousins because they got to close to finding It and I've been searching for It ever since. I couldn't let their deaths go without taking my revenge. It fell to me since I was the closest kin and Grams asked me to do it. It about broke her to lose Gramps like that, they had been together since they were twelve years old, over sixty years. But I would have done it whether asked or not. I followed the creature across Europe but It disappeared, and then I found out It came to your country. I followed It over here and have been tracking It. I have found Its victims, but have not been able to catch up with It yet. While I track the creature, I have continued hunting here too. I know Gramps would want me to continue to help people. That was what I was doing in the night club, tracking the vampire when I saw you two and knew you were hunters. I watched and followed you into the alley and you know the rest."
"What about the bullets you used?" Sam asked. "They don't usually work on vampires." He knew Dean didn't see that part.
"My own creation. It took me nearly a year to perfect them. I designed them to be lethal on just about any monster I ran across, unless you had to have a specific weapon to kill it," Dominick said pulling his gun making both hunters stiffen slightly until he removed the clip and popped a bullet out and tossed it to Sam.
Sam caught it easily and squinted at it as he studied the silver bullet. He saw strange etchings on the side and it looked like the head was made differently.
"The head has mercury laced with a special mixture made up by Grams. So far I've not found a creature that they won't kill."
"Nice," Dean replied as he looked at the bullet Sam passed to him. He was going to ask if they could buy some off him. They would come in handy on hunts.
"What happened to you Sam? What's your story? What powers did you manifest?" Dominick asked Sam.
"Nothing happened until I was twenty-two. I started having these headaches and these really strange dreams," Sam started but stopped to look down at his hands he had clenched into fists. He willed himself to relax his hands as he drew in a couple of breaths before continuing. "I saw my girlfriend die, but thought it was just a weird dream...Well nightmare...And then when I came back from a hunt with Dean...She was pinned to the ceiling and caught on fire. If it hadn't been for Dean I probably would have died too. We knew that was how our Mom died and that the Demon was behind both their deaths. I started having visions of future events, but I didn't know what they were at first. It was painful and I usually had a nose bleed. Later, I learned to exorcise demons with my mind. If I had other powers, they didn't come out. I did things I'm not proud of and made some terrible mistakes. I released the devil and almost started the Apocalypse. Dean and I were almost killed but something or someone saved us and I thought my powers were gone, taken by whoever saved us," Sam told him, trying to leave out the really bad things that he did, like hooking up with a demon and drinking demon blood. "I guess we've been fighting one bloody world ending battle after another since."
"Word did get to us over in Europe about happenings here. But I can tell you for certain your powers are still there. It's like there's a force around them hiding them from you, but they are definitely there," Dominick told him.
"How can you tell?" Dean questioned looking at Sam with concern.
"I think all us 'special children' are linked by what was done to us. We can recognize each other. I didn't know about Sam at first, but I knew there was something different with him. It wasn't until I talked to him that I could see it in him," he explained. "If you like I can help you reawaken them again. My Grams taught me how to do that."
"I-I- don't know," Sam stammered not sure how to answer that. He wouldn't look at Dean since he knew how he felt about his powers. Did he want them back? What would Dean think if he said yes? He could see the up side, that it would help them with hunts and might even save their lives one day.
"Look, I'm beat and could use a few hours of sleep. Why don't we meet for breakfast later in the morning?" he asked getting up and moving the chair back to the table. "You don't have to decide now. Think on it, no ones pressing you about it. I'm cool either way, it's your choice."
"You're not going to disappear on us are you?" Dean asked a hint of accusation in his voice. He still wasn't sure how to take this guy and right now he couldn't think straight with the dull throb in his head.
"No, I'll hang around, at least until tomorrow. If you're up before me, come knock on my door. I'm in room 7 on the other side of the parking lot," Dominick told him, not fazed by Dean's almost threat. "Good night Sam, Dean," he said strolling to the door and going out to head to his room.
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Sam waited until he was gone before talking to Dean. "What's your impression of him?"
"I'm pretty sure he's not lying to us," Dean said not able to suppress a yawn. "And I can't believe his hair is longer than your's."
"Dean, what if he could help me get my powers back?" Sam asked cautiously, not sure if this was a good time to do it, but really wanted to talk to him about it. He ignored Dean's jab about his hair and self consciously tucked a loose strand behind his ear.
Dean looked up at him as San gazed at him, uncertainty in his eyes before he dropped them.
"Is that what you want Sammy? You want your powers back?" he asked trying to keep his voice steady and even. He knew this was a touchy subject between them and for once was going to hear Sam out without losing his temper.
"I know how you felt about them, and what happened to me and what I did," Sam rushed. "But look at Dominick, the powers he has and how he helps people. It could help us in hunts Dean. The way I see it, if I still have them, well, why not make use of them. Would it be that bad? They don't make me evil or crazy or want to kill someone. I know what to expect this time and I would have someone guiding me that has the powers too. It wouldn't be like last time; I would never allow that to happen. I'd like to make my own choice this time; not have someone else trick me into using them. Maybe I can do good and atone for some of the mistakes I've made in the past," Sam rambled on and stopped. Dean didn't say anything so Sam spoke again. "But if you don't want me to, I won't." Sam looked away so Dean wouldn't see the truth in his eyes. He wanted him to say yes, but doubted that would be the case. Sam had not made the best decisions in the past but he wanted to change that.
Dean clenched his jaw making his head hurt again and worked on relaxing it. He understood where Sam was coming from but he didn't think he was in the right mind to discuss this right now since all he wanted to do was get some rest and for this headache to go away.
"Why don't we talk about it later today when my head's not pounding?" he asked. "I could use a little sleep."
"You're probably right, but I'm setting my cell so I can wake you in an hour," Sam told him pulling his cell from his jacket pocket. He set it and moved to kick off his boots as Dean did the same. Neither bothered to take off their clothes as they got comfortable on the bed. He didn't know how tired he was until he got still and listened to his brother's raspy breathing as it evened out and both were asleep within ten minutes of each other.
A/N: Now we know Dominick's story and how he's linked to Sam. Is it wrong for Sam to want his powers back and will Dean say yes? Love reviews. NC
