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Double Trouble

Chapter 34 – Epilogue

Sam slowly opened his eyes and blinked as his groggy mind tried to focus. The past couple of days seemed to have been a blur of pain, drugs and snatches of lucid moments. The one constant throughout had been his brother Dean. He still wasn't sure how, but he knew that his brother had done more than just hold his hand. He smiled as he saw his brother sleeping in the other bed. Now if he could just get himself to the bathroom without waking his brother.

Before Sam could make a move, he saw two people enter the bedroom. It seemed like every time he went to move lately, these two would show up and either get him what he needed or gently push him back into the bed. He was going to have to ask Dean what happened…ever since the cellar, Sam's memories seemed to be sketchy.

"Morning Sam, glad to see you've finally licked the fever." Missouri said quietly, glancing at the sleeping figure in the other bed. She was glad that Dean was finally getting some much needed sleep.

"Hey there boy, just thought I'd stop in and say goodbye…looks like you all got things back to normal around here and my dog is gonna be missing me soon." Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder, glad to see some more color in the boys face.

"Thanks for everything Bobby. I don't know what we would have done without you!" Sam smiled at the man, he really was grateful that Dean had called him.

"No problem…you all stop by now when you're up this way again. Besides, we all got to stick together now more than ever. Can I get you anything before I go Sam?"

"Ah…well, actually…Could you give me a hand up? All that liquid that Missouri and Dean have been forcing down my throat is beginning to catch up with me."

Bobby laughed softly as he helped Sam sit and then stand. He noticed that Sam was still in a great deal of pain from his wounds, but the boy refused to stop once he was upright. "Here you go Sam, just call me when you're ready to come on out."

Sam had settled back into bed with the help of Bobby, he couldn't believe how tired he was feeling after such a short trip, but then from the pain in his body, he knew that it would be a while longer before he was totally healed. "Well, I'm out of here…tell your brother that I expect to hear from him more often!" Bobby waved as he left the room, Missouri following to see him out.

Sam started to close his eyes once more when he heard a familiar groan from the other bed. "Jeez, what does a guy have to do to get a little shut eye in this place!" Dean sat up and immediately walked over to the chair by Sam's bed. He sighed with relief when he saw his brother's clear gaze looking up at him. "Well it's about time you decided to wake up there Sammy boy…how are you feeling today?"

"I'm good, just a little tired and sore. But then, that's the normal for us isn't it?" Sam smiled, he noticed that his brother had lost some of his haggard look and his arm was no longer in a cast. "So how are you doing?"

"Just fine Sam, a little rough around the edges, but nothing a good workout won't fix."

Sam sighed and looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry Dean"

"For what?" Dean had been riding a roller coaster of emotions for the past couple of days with his brother and thought that they had ironed everything out. But if Sam needed another chick flick moment, then Dean was more than ready to give it to him. He had never realized the amount of emotion that Sam had been hiding from him in the past and he realized that part of that was his fault. While he was helping Sam heal, he realized once again how strong his brother was…to have held up so long with the guilt and pain his brother carried…Dean just shook his head.

"I was supposed to be taking care of you this time Dean and here you are taking care of me again. I'm glad Bobby was here to help you, but…" Sam couldn't put into words that he felt weak, he wished he had been able to handle things on his own…Dean always was able to handle his own injuries as well as whatever else life threw at him.

"Look Sam, we've been over this before. My job as big brother is to take care of your scrawny ass. And you did take care of me you idiot. Who got me out of the house and to the hospital? Who drove all day to get me to Missouri's house and who despite dealing with a shape shifter, managed to keep me safe while he went off to play the hero…again!"

Sam looked up at Dean, amazed at how his brother could always make him feel better. "Ah Dean, was I dreaming or were you, you know…in my head?"

Dean smiled. "Yep, you're not the only one with special powers. Although I gotta say, the least you could do is get your thoughts a little more organized when I visit…jeez, you really had a mess of crap in there!"

Sam wasn't sure yet how he felt about his brother's ability to help him, especially since Dean seemed to be able to see into his inner most thoughts…but he was grateful that for whatever reason, Dean had been there for him. "So, how does it feel to be a true freak of nature?"

Dean looked at Sam for a moment and honestly answered. "Good Sam, it feels good because now I can help you when I couldn't before. I mean, you don't have to fight these battles alone anymore Sam and that's just the way I like it. You and me together kid…that's how it's suppose to be. Now I've had more than my share of chick flick moments…how about I go find Missouri and get us something to eat!"

Sam smiled; if it had been any one other than his brother…he would have had an issue with this new development. But Sam trusted Dean body and soul.

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A few weeks later Sam was sitting in Missouri's parlor practicing the meditation techniques she had shown him. He was amazed at how much Missouri was able to show him and was glad that she had decided to help him now. As soon as he was able to stay awake, Missouri had spent time with both him and Dean explaining what she knew about his abilities. Some of the things she told him, he had already sensed. But the fact that she believed he could use his telekinetic ability now and control it more, still made Sam feel uncomfortable.

Missouri walked into the room and waited for Sam to acknowledge her presence. The boy had made great progress, but she knew that he still had a long way to go. She had worked with him on his empathic abilities and his ability to sense the traces of supernatural activity. That was easy as Sam already was using these abilities…he simply needed to learn to trust them. She had felt Sam's natural barrier to psychic energy humming at full strength again. He was now ready to leave the safety of the house. The meditation techniques she was showing him would help him learn to focus and actually increase his ability to deflect unwanted attacks in the future.

But the stumbling block was still his fear of using his telekinetic abilities. She needed to help him get past his fear. "Hello Sam, I see you've been practicing…is it helping any?"

Sam opened his eyes and smiled at Missouri. "Yes, I mean…I've tried to control my abilities before, but for some reason…it just seems easier."

"Remember what I told you Sam, your abilities will continue to grow as will your ability to control them. You have to be patient. Now, have you been trying the focusing technique I showed you?"

Sam sighed and looked away. "Yes, but I still haven't been able to move anything…I'm trying but it just doesn't seem to want to budge."

"Sam honey, you need to let go of your fear before your mind will allow you to use your telekinetic ability. There is nothing to be afraid of, it won't make you evil and may just give you the edge you need to protect you and your brother. "

"I don't understand why it was so easy for Dean to use his ability…he's only been aware of it for a few weeks and yet, he has mastered it…I've had this for over a year now and I still can't get a handle on it!"

"Your brother's ability fit in with his natural tendency to protect you Sam. He's been doing it all his life, he just needed a little help to get the rest of the way. Your abilities are there, but you need to accept them before you can use them. Now focus for me and see if you can't move that pillow over there!"

Sam closed his eyes and focused on the pillow. Missouri was right, he had to accept what had been given to him and he had to use these abilities or else something else would. He could feel something inside of him opening up as he continued to focus on the pillow. Sam opened his eyes and smiled as he saw the pillow lifting into the air and float in the center of the room.

"Good job Sam! I knew you could do it. Now, use your mind to move the pillow around the room."

Sam watched as the pillow flew wherever he indicated. For the first time in a long time, Sam felt whole again. As he continued to watch the pillow float, he gradually added other small objects until the room was filled with floating objects. "Cool…Missouri how can I ever thank you!"

Missouri looked at Sam with a serious expression on her face. "You can thank me Sam by never misusing your abilities. Also, remember, that using this ability takes a toll on your body. As your power grows, you will be able to do more with it, but your power is not limitless…what happened with the shape shifter is a good example of what can happen if you aren't careful."

"But I feel fine Missouri...how will I know when to stop?"

"Your body will tell you Sam…these are just small objects. If you use your ability to deflect or move bigger objects, you will feel the drain on your body. Sam, if you use too much of your abilities, you could actually die."

Sam placed the objects back in their original positions as he turned to face Missouri. "Don't worry Missouri, I'll be careful. Besides, I'm sure my watchdog will make sure that I behave!" Sam smiled as he thought about his brother's reaction to his ability to control his spoon bending powers. He had been really supportive for Sam as he learned to use his abilities. Sam actually started to believe that Dean didn't see him as some kind of freak, but as Sam, his younger pain in the ass brother.

"Ok Sam, now before you head out, there is one more test you need to complete. I know your brother and you are chomping at the bit to get back on the road…come with me." Missouri rose from the chair and walked towards the front door.

Sam followed slowly; a little afraid of what would happen once he left the protection of Missouri's home. Dean had filled him in on what happened the last time…and Sam was sure he didn't want that to happen again. Sam paused at the open doorway, unsure if he was ready to go through when he felt a light hand on his arm.

"So little brother, are you ready to help me pack up the car…it's about time you carried your own weight around here!" Dean handed Sam one of their bags and walked past him out into the night. Sam took a few steps out the door and breathed a sigh of relief…there was no pain and no sound other than the normal sounds of the night to greet him. He looked at his brother and Missouri as they waited for him beside the car. He was ready to move on, especially since he now felt more in control of his abilities.

"Come on slow poke…I haven't got all night to get this done. We need to get some road behind us if we are going to make that new gig by tomorrow afternoon!" Dean smiled as he watched his brother heading down the steps…it had been a long road, but it was good to have his brother back again.

Sam paused at the bottom step and looked at Dean with a mischievous look in his eyes. Suddenly Sam's bag rose into the air and gently placed itself in its' normal position in the trunk of the car. Sam laughed as he saw the look on his brother's face, but he quickly hid his smile as he saw the murderous look on Missouri's face. "Samuel Winchester…didn't I just tell you not to mess around with your abilities…I swear child, I really am going to have to get my spoon!"

Sam quickly gave Missouri a hug, and climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean got into the driver's seat and looked at Sam for a moment. "Damn Sam…from now on you get the luggage!"

As the boys left the driveway, Missouri smiled…she had done all she could for the boys, the rest was now up to them. But somehow she knew that they would be ok…as long as they were together.

The End.

Raven524: Thanks for all the great reviews in this story…yes, I finally have given Sam some control over his abilities, which will probably be all AU unless the writers of SN decide to allow him to use them next season. Well…off to the next story. Once again, all reviews are welcome and given a really good home.