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Bait

Chapter 26 – Practice Session

Nate smiled as he sensed his victory over the young hunter. "Ok Sam, but first I need to rest a little and so do you…I think I'll take one of the beds, you just relax and we'll begin in a few hours." Nate laughed as he checked to make sure that the ropes holding both Sam and Dean were tight. Then turning off the lights, he entered the bedroom.

Sam listened until he heard the regular breathing of the witch coming from the other room. "Dean…Dean are you ok?" Sam whispered, worried that he hadn't heard anything from his brother since his fall.

"Man, now you know why I don't like flying…the air thing is great, but the landings really suck!" Dean said as he groaned. From the pain in his right arm, he figured that it was probably broken. "How about you Sammy…are you ok?" Dean asked trying to see his brother's face in the dark.

"Yeah, I'm fine for now Dean…I just don't know how to stop this guy…any ideas?" Sam asked as he tested the ropes again, hoping that they had loosened up.

"Not a clue…but don't worry Sam, something will present itself…I don't suppose you have figured out your spoon bending power yet?" Dean said hopefully…if the witch had been able to tap into it, maybe Sam could as well.

"I don't know Dean…I was able to block him from gaining entry into my mind…I think that I can keep him out, but I can't protect you…he'll hurt you if I don't let him do what he wants!" Sam said in frustration. He felt the anger over their latest predicament growing inside him.

"Ok Sam, let's think about this…your spoon bending power seems to appear as a last resort defense…do you remember how you felt just before it happened?"

Sam thought back to the times when he had been able to use his telekinetic ability…in each case, he remembered feeling trapped, angry and afraid. It was almost like an adrenaline rush…maybe this ability was his bodies attempt for defending itself? "Dean, I'm not sure, but maybe I've been going about controlling this in the wrong way." Sam thought back to the times he tried visualization and calming himself to access his ability. He had read articles that indicated that some psychic abilities could be controlled through meditation…but what if his telekinesis was controlled by other emotions…stronger emotions.

"Dean, do you remember that Max gained control of his abilities in response to a threat…his anger and fear were driving him, allowing him to control his abilities….I wonder…Dean, I'm going to try something!"

"Hold on there…just remember, brother…broken arm…try to be careful with your aim this time ok?" Dean said as he heard Sam shifting his position on the couch. He smiled as he could almost feel Sam's eyes rolling in his head.

Sam closed his eyes and tried to tap into his emotions. Normally, Sam tried to suppress his anger and fear…after all his father had never encouraged his sons to show these emotions, especially fear. He thought back to his anger over what had been done to him by the vampires; he let the fear and anger grow in him as he replayed the images in his mind. He could feel the sweat on his forehead and felt himself shudder as he reached for the control that he was looking for. As he felt the feeling build in his mind, he felt deeper into his mind, imagining that he was opening a door, he let the feeling out. Tears formed in his eyes as he relived the anguish. As soon as he felt himself filled with anger and fear, he opened his eyes and stared at the kitchen chair. He reached out to grab the chair with his mind and tried to move it…ignoring the pain in the back of his mind, he continued to reach for the chair…concentrating on only the chair.

Dean held his breath, he could almost feel the power in the room…it felt similar to the air in the warehouse before the crates all came crashing down. He scooted a little closer to the wall, hoping that he could avoid any flying objects. He almost yelled when he saw the kitchen chair floating through the air…it paused briefly in front of Sam and then once again lifted into the air, only to be returned to its place by the table. He heard Sam groan and could hear his labored breathing…Sam sounded like he had run a marathon. "Sammy…Sam…are you ok little brother?"

Dean didn't like the silence that followed. He knew that whenever Sam used some of his stronger powers, it took a lot out of him…he just hoped his brother hadn't left himself too weak to resist the witch. "Sam…can you hear me?" Dean tried once again to get his brother's attention.

"Yes, Dean…I'm here…just a little tired…and my head hurts…but otherwise, I think I'm ok" Sam couldn't believe it…he had controlled it! He wasn't sure that he could do it again…but he had controlled it. Feeling better than he had in a while, Sam actually smiled. It was a small step, but at least Sam didn't feel so out of control anymore. Lately he felt like he couldn't control anything in his life…the recent vampire attack had shown him how little control he actually had…but he couldn't think about that now…he had to deal with the witch.

"Ah Dean…I'm not sure, but I think I might have a little more control…but I can't sustain it for long…I mean, I just moved a chair and I feel like I just climbed Mt Everest! So, any idea on how we can use this to get out of this mess?" Sam felt so tired; all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep.

"Sam…do you think you could float a knife over this way…I mean, without impaling me?" Dean asked as he struggled to get comfortable…his arm was really starting to ache.

"Mmmmm…not sure Dean…so tired…just need to slee…" Sam dropped off, unable to keep himself awake any longer.

Dean sighed, "Sweet Dreams Sammy"

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Sam's eyes snapped open as he felt someone sitting next to him. He shuddered as his eyes saw the red eyes of Nate staring back at him. He still felt tired, but his mind was clear. He could feel Nate trying to enter his mind; the weird chanting had started again. Sam closed his eyes and once again concentrated on keeping Nate from gaining access to his mind. He could hear Nate talking to him.

"Sam…you need to let me in…you want to let me in…if you let me take your powers, you can be normal again…no onewill hunt you…"

"I don't think so you bastard…your stealing days are over…you can't take my powers…you're not strong enough!"

The chanting got louder and Sam felt Nate pushing harder to gain entrance.

"Remember your brother…how can you let him suffer for you…if you let me have them, he won't need to protect you anymore…he can be free to follow his own dreams!"

"Leave my brother out of this…I won't let you hurt him again…I will destroy you first!"

"You can try…but your feeble attempts to block me will eventually fail…I will have your power and I will kill your brother…it may take time…but in the end…I will win!"

"You certainly talk a lot for someone who supposedly is all powerful…you have to steal from others to grow your powers, you're not even an honest witch…most witches gain their power through their own abilities…not the abilities of others. You are nothing and I will destroy you!"

"Enough of this…give me what I want now or you will watch your brother die!"

Sam gave a final push in his mind and smiled as he felt the witch leaving him once again.

Dean had remained quiet as he watched the struggle going on between the two men. He had seen Nate approach Sam as soon as the sun began to rise. He thought about shouting a warning, but he didn't want to break Sam's concentration. He watched in concern as he saw the pain on his brother's face…he hoped that Sam would be able to repel the witch one more time.

Dean watched as both men suddenly fell back, apparently exhausted from the battle. "Sammy…Sam are you ok?" Dean called, hoping that his brother could hear him. Dean groaned as once again he tried to break the ropes that held him. His arm was almost unbearable, he could feel the blood trickling down his sleeve…damn, the bone must have punctured through the skin.

Nate rose from the couch and approached Dean. "I'm sorry Dean…I really am, but your brother has made his choice…he chose to save himself instead of you…now you will have to die!"

TBC

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