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For a moment, Sam let Dean's hand rest on his shoulder. Then, he shrugged his brother's hand off, stood up, and walked away.
"Sam," Dean said, rising and starting to follow. However, Kelly grabbed his arm.
"No. Let him go. He has a lot to think about," she stated. Dean sighed.
"I just---I don't know how to help him," he confessed. The women stared at the man.
"Sit," Janna said finally.
"No," Dean responded defiantly.
"Boy, don't make me tell you again. Sit down," Janna snapped. "And don't cuss at me," she added. Dean looked at her in surprise. Then, with a grumble, he took his seat.
"Man, you're like Missouri," he complained. Kelly had to stifle a laugh.
"Ah, yes. A powerful woman. Like your brother," the older woman said.
"Wha---what do you mean?" Dean stammered. He was confused. What did she mean 'powerful'? Was she talking about Sam's shining?
"Your brother is just now discovering his abilities. Within time, he'll learn to harness them and they will be able to help you both in your quest," came the answer. The elder brother blew out a breath. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know what was happening to his brother and that scared him. It scared him a lot. After all, he was older and had been taught to protect his brother. But how could he do that if he didn't even know what was happening to him? Dean blew out a breath and raked his hair with his fingers. Meanwhile, Sam had found himself wandering around aimlessly. He wasn't sure what to do with the information he had been given. Jess had been sent to Stanford to protect him? Why? From what? The thing that had taken her? Why? Why did she do it? She shouldn't have done it! he thought angrily. It wasn't right. Jess shouldn't have died. Not for him. He was the hunter. He was the one who chased demons and whatnot. Not Jess. She hadn't done a thing. A gust of wind blew and Sam shivered. It had gotten cold all of a sudden. Wait a minute. Cold? Instantly, Sam was on the alert. Sudden bouts of coldness always meant a poltergeist. Somewhere on the grounds, an animal screamed. Sam looked around. Where was this thing?
"Come on. Show yourself," Sam said softly. Suddenly, he found himself flying through the air! He opened his mouth and called for the first person that came to mind.
"DEAN!"