Sorry it's taken me so long to update and thanks to all the reviewers! I guess this story's become much more author's universe since JW bit the big one in the first episode… or did he? Anyway, that season premiere was wicked cool and Dean was SO hot in those hospital scrubs… sigh…

Oh and "Dude, I full on Swayzied that mother..." Classic Dean line, I nearly died laughing. Loved the "Ghost" reference.

So last time we had Dean feeling a little funny… let's get to it shall we?

Enjoy!

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Dean shot up off the bed like it was on fire. He jumped up so quickly that he fell off the bed but quickly righted himself and dropped into a fighting stance. No one messed with Dean Winchester, no one. And if they did, they were going to bleed…

However as he slowly regained his wits, Dean realized he was alone in the room and that whatever feeling at provoked him into leaping from bed in a panic was gone. Suddenly feeling a bit silly, Dean straightened himself up and brushed himself off as if he hadn't just made a complete fool out himself.

'Man if Sammy saw that he would have… Sam!' Dean's thoughts came slamming back to reality as that morning's events came slamming back to him. Somehow his father had brought him back to the cabin which made Dean wonder where everyone else was at the moment.

Just as Dean was starting toward the door a loud ringing suddenly assaulted his ears. He grabbed his head and hissed in pain but as soon as the ringing had started, it stopped and suddenly, Dean wasn't alone in the room anymore.

At least… not mentally anyway. Voices filled his head and the more he concentrated on stopping them, the more the individual voices became clear.

'…Come on Bryson, be alright…'

'… Don't die, please don't die…'

'… Stupid humans always messing about where they don't belong. And they wonder why we never talk to them…'

'… I hope this was worth it…'

'… Mary what am I going to do? Help me…' Dean stood for a moment, staring at the wall, listening to the voices, which he knew somehow, where thoughts of the others in the cabin.

'So much for being normal,' Dean sighed. The idea that he was hearing thoughts didn't bother him as much as the feelings that were digging into his heart like a razor blade. They confused him and made him sad all at the same time. The Sprite's were distraught which worried Dean, Bryson was special to him and he's be sad if the little Sprite was lost. More so that the other Sprites would probably never talk to or help another human being again.

And then there was his father, John Winchester was tough as nails and twice as dangerous. He didn't ever, ever let anyone in on his deepest emotions or thoughts, Mary being exactly that and now… now Dean could not only hear it, he could feel it too.

"Well shit," Dean sighed. He shook his head, quieting the voices and exited the room. John was sitting on the couch still reading the Bitle, when Dean approached.

"It's about time." Dean whipped his head toward the kitchen and was surprised and wary to find Sam walking about freely with three mugs of coffee. He handed one to Dean, walked passed him and handed the other to John who nodded his thanks but said nothing more.

Then Sam sat down on the couch across from John and picked up another piece of parchment to read. Dean finally got over his shock,

"Sam?" he exclaimed. Sam looked up.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Dean bellowed.

"Hey!" Suddenly Dean was accosted with a flurry of sparkling dust and flapping wings. Oryx got nose to nose to him and wasn't looking very happy. "Yell all you want outside human but inside… we've got a hurt friend and you aren't helping any. So shut up or get out am I clear?"

"Look Tiny-Hulk, I…" Dean looked at the Sprite and was about to flick the thing across the room when suddenly a tiny wave of sadness washed over him. Dean knew the Sprite was feeling upset and also knew he had every right to want quiet. "I'm sorry Oryx," Dean said softly. "Is Bryson alright? Is there anything I can do?" Oryx's tiny eyebrow went up, no doubt confused as to the rapid change in manner.

"We're taking care of it," Oryx replied. He turned to fly back to the others but stopped and turned back with a confused but grateful look on his face. "Thanks though," he added and was gone.

Dean sighed and collapsed down on one of the couches, when he looked up he came eye to eye with both his brother and father.

"What?" he asked.

"Dean… when have you ever been that nice to anyone?" John asked. Dean scowled at his father and ignored the comment, not impressed that the one thing that pulled his father away from his studies, was a kind gesture from his eldest. Instead Dean turned a wary glance on his younger brother before turning back to his father.

"Why isn't he tied down?" Dean asked his father.

"He's not a risk right now," John replied. "And he's good at research, he can help." Dean didn't like the answer nor did he accept it.

"He was ready to blow his and our brains out dad," he replied. The sadness and grief was radiating off Sam like a nuclear explosion but instead of feeling sorry, it just made Dean angry. His brother didn't have the right to play the victim, not after the crap he'd pulled up until this point. Especially not after nearly ending the life of an innocent creature.

"Dean, what ever happened in the forest it's put up a barrier in Sam," John explained. "The Sprite's aren't sure how or why but it's strong enough to give us the time we need to find a permanent solution… and I think we're getting close now that Sam's helping." Dean shook his head.

"I don't care anymore," he replied. John's head, that had since gone back down toward his reading, snapped up again. Across from them, Sam looked incredibly hurt and radiated it doubly so.

"Dean," Sam said quietly.

"No," Dean said standing. He pointed a finger at Sam. "You tried to… hell, succeeded in killing me and were ready to do it again. You lied to me for months and you may just have killed Bryson. Don't expect me to just accept that you're alright, right now!" Dean was nearly knocked over by a flash of anger mixed in with Sam's sadness.

"I lied to you? I was protecting you, god damn it! And what about the lies you've fed me?" he yelled. Dean rolled his eyes but Sam continued on, "A degree Dean? All this time you're calling ME college boy, when YOU got their first! I'm in just a shitty position as you are here Dean, don't point that finger at me!"

"Ooo, I lied to you about being educated, for christs sake Sam, YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!" Dean blurted out. Suddenly the mug in Sam's hand shattered spilling hot coffee all over him.

"Ah… shit," Sam hissed. He stood up and with a nasty glare at Dean, marched into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Dean collapsed back into his chair and took a deep breath, something had definitely changed. Emotions, voices and now this?

"Dean, being upset right now isn't going to get us a resolution," John said. "Now why don't you pick up some parchment and start reading? We can discuss this when the fate of the world doesn't depend on it." Once again Dean scowled as his father tossed him a scroll. The snide comment and the getting ready to storm from the room where on the tip of his tongue when once again his head was assaulted by sadness as his father's thoughts came through.

'Mary what am I doing? Did I really raise our kids to think the hunt is more important then all else? They're brother's for Christ sake… I just wish… god I wish you were here… I need you Mary, I'll always need you.' Dean didn't really know what to do at that moment. He was standing up part way to leave but hadn't gotten all the way to his feet when the words came. His father's thoughts had sounded so sad and so lonely that it seemed wrong. Wrong that the great John Winchester was capable of such thoughts. Thoughts that made him so… vulnerable.

Even though John was looking down at the parchment, Dean could still feel the concern and the sadness… there was way to much of that in their family.

John Winchester loved his sons but sometimes, sometimes they were just too much for him alone. He wanted to give them everything they needed and or wanted but the reality of their situation had forced him to neglect them of that. The reality being one of his sons was a powerful psychic and the other son, as he'd found out hours ago, was also special.

John hadn't wanted to think about it when Dean was unconscious laying in the bedroom. He just couldn't believe that after 20 some odd years he'd never realized that not just one but both his sons were gifted in the supernatural.

The moment John saw his boys connect in the forest, he knew something was up. He'd had the suspicion when Dean had miraculously tracked the direct path to his brother in the woods but when they touched… that's when things changed.

Dean had glowed and not in the 'I'm so proud of you little brother, I love you,' sense of the word. No, Dean had glowed like a glow stick only twice as bright. It had confused John and scared him all at the same time but he knew it was Dean reacting and not some after effect off Sam.

So after practically carrying both boys home, each twenty meters at a time, he whipped out his cell phone and called Missouri. As anticipated, the older black woman was anxiously waiting for his call.

'It was Dean, John,' she said almost immediately.

'How Missouri? How is this possible? Is it a result of the switch months ago?' he'd asked. John was more then a little wounded when the woman had laughed at him for a few seconds before calming down.

'No honey, not from the switch, although it helped,' she replied. 'Dean's always had it in him, he was just so busy taking care of Sam and looking out for you that he neglected his own abilities to the deepest reaches of his mind. After the switch, his mind must have been more receptive to the idea that his body too, had abilities of sorts.' For a long moment then, John had stared at his unconscious sons in wonderment. The marines sure as hell didn't prepare him for that.

'What kind of abilities are we talking Missouri? Psychic like Sam?' he'd asked.

'No… different,' Missouri paused, a pause that was much to long for John's liking. He knew the woman was reading them from across the phone line. She could be long range if she wanted too.

'Then how Missouri?' he sighed in frustration. 'My boy just lit up like the forth of July!'

'Calm down John,' the woman scolded. 'I know you're anxious but this isn't easy when you're so far away.'

'Sorry,' John huffed. 'I just don't understand how I missed something like this.'

'The same way you missed both your sons graduations?' John's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

'You knew about Dean's degree?' he spat. 'How?'

'He had to do his final exam sometime John. That hunt in New Orleans he begged you to go on alone?'

'Yeah?'

'He came here, to Kansas, for the exam and his graduation, looked mighty fine in his suit too.' Despite the sore spot for John he'd smiled a wistful smile.

'Kansas State U, huh?' he asked.

'Best place in the whole State,' Missouri replied. 'Now you want to know about your boy or not?' John snapped back to reality.

'Yes of course!'

'Better,' she replied. 'Dean is… lord above Dean's an empath. Ha! Not just an empath but a telepathic, telekinetic empath! Boy, you Winchesters go big or go home don't you?' At that moment John had been forced to hold onto a table so as not to fall over. One son was a powerful psychic/telekinetic and now the other was… what… empathic? 'You still there John?'

'Yeah,' John had squeaked out.

'Time to go be a father John,' Missouri had laughed sympathetically. 'Mary loved you to death but I'll never understand why that woman couldn't tell you about her history.'

John didn't remember how the rest of the conversation had gone after that but it soon ended. The first time John had gone to Missouri about what had happened to his wife, she told him everything. She told him everything and for several days it stung. Apparently the woman he married, wasn't barely that woman at all.

Mary had come from a lineage of psychics, witches, warlocks, telepaths, wizards, empath's and even a demon or two. All of which had been good for many years until the family split ways after Mary's grandparents had split up. He grandfathers on both sides had been the first in the family to be completely mortal and that was something the lineage just couldn't have. Mary's father had married a mortal woman but the powers were still passed down to the woman. Powers John had never seen but had always known his wife was special.

Apparently when he and Mary gave birth to two baby boys they united her lineage with John's. John's lineage coming down the exact opposite end of the scale being famous hunters of all things "dark and spooky." John knew one day his boys would be something more then what they were and when Sam started with the visions, he'd just figured the supernatural had skipped over Dean and left him all human…

…needless to say, he'd been wrong.

The information had made John's head spin but in the end, he still had two sons to look after. Even though his wife had kept something so huge from him, he understood why she had done it and loved her all the same. And in a way, it was a relief to know the truth. Now he just had to deal with it and he prayed to god, Dean would just keep on suppressing what he had until Sam was out of the woods. There was no way John could deal with both at the moment.

"Dad I… I think there's something I need to tell you," Dean said cautiously. His father sighed and looked up at him

"Can it wait Dean? Now's not really the time," he urged. Silently begging his son not to carry on, knowing exactly where their conversation would go.

"I don't think it can," Dean came back. John was about to argue with his son when he saw the look of total loss on the boys face. Dean was hurting and once again, John was shutting him down. He sighed,

"Okay, what is it?" he asked warily. Dean let out a nervous laugh then shook his head.

"I think I'm going nuts," he said. John raised an eyebrow.

"How so?" Dean bit his bottom lip and looked quite nervous all of a sudden. He mumbled something in auditable. John sighed.

"Care to repeat that?" he asked. Dean looked at him and shrugged,

"Look out Haley Joel, here I come?" he offered with a weak smile. John blinked then smacked his forehead.

"Oh Christ," he grunted.

"Oh Christ, that's it?" Dean blurted out. "Dad I'm loosing my mind and all you have to say is 'oh Christ'? I'm sorry if this is interrupting your hunt!" John looked up and moved the Bitle aside quickly.

"That's not what I meant," he said instantly. "It's just that…" John sighed knowing his son had just as much right as he did to the truth and then some.

"What dad? It's just that, what?" Dean growled.

"You're special son," John replied as gently as possible. Then he looked up at his son, "I talked to Missouri while you and Sam were unconscious… you're like him Dean." Dean's face at that moment reminded John of an owl, eyes wide open with a vacant gaze, mouth closed in a hard line.

For several moments the two of them just looked at one another. John was afraid of how Dean would react to the notion that he wasn't just human but had no idea of telling what the young man was thinking at the moment.

"Special… how?" Dean asked suddenly. John raised an eyebrow.

"You mean you don't know?" he asked. Dean bit his lip and looked away.

"Well so far I'm hearing thoughts, feeling emotions, using them to find people and I just smashed a mug… I'm wondering if there's anything else," he replied. John nearly dropped dead on the spot. It would be a scene exactly like a Japanese anime when the character is so shocked, the fall over backward with one leg and one hand in the air, twitching slightly. But this was no cartoon…

"You… you're okay with that?" John asked. Dean's wary eyes snapped toward him, concern etched in every line of his face.

"Are you?" he replied. John stood up almost in a defensive position.

"Of course I am Dean," he replied. "I'm just surprised you're handling it so… well." Dean shrugged and picked up his Bitle parchment and started reading.

"Yeah well… I think it's kinda cool," he replied. "I always wanted superpowers," he added with a smirk. John flopped back down in his seat and shook his head with a sigh.

"I wish Sammy could see it like that," he said.

"Well I ain't Sam," Dean replied a bit to harshly. But then the man smiled not looking up from his reading, "He's a psychic, I'm an empath," he replied coolly.

"Dean…"

"YOU'RE A WHAT?" John knew it would happen, part of him had known Sam had slipped the door open just slightly to listen a few seconds ago and that part of him was glad. The other part of him however, winced, the boys relationship was rocky enough between the two of them and he didn't want to see fuel on the fire.

Dean looked up at Sam and smiled a smug smile then went back to reading.

"Empath," he repeated as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Little telepathic and telekinetic too." Sam's mouth was agape with astonishment as he rounded the couch and stared at his brother.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me? Like, I dunno… WHERE YOU BURIED JIMMY HOFFA?" Sam yelled. Before Dean could get out a snide remark his face morphed into one of amazement and he jumped to his feet.

"This is it!" he exclaimed. John was instantly on his feet and rushed to Dean's side. Argument or no, Sam got to Dean's other side and looked down. The Bitle was in latin of coarse, so although there wasn't much to the parchments, it took quite a while for them to translate.

"What?" John asked. Dean pointed and translated as he read aloud.

"Uh… the powers that are never to be reunited can be kept at bay by… yadda yadda…" Trailing off as he read was something Dean had done since he was little and he knew it drove John insane. That and the parchment was on an odd angle so translating it for himself was impossible.

"Dean," John warned sternly. Dean nodded his head rapidly.

"Yeah yeah I was just getting to the important stuff," he replied. "Says here we need to perform a satanic ritual and then an exorcism. They have to be done one right after the other and must be overseen by a priest of both faiths…"

"Where are we going to get a satanic observer and a priest on such short notice?" John grunted. He looked over toward his new and old journal on the coffee table and wondered if there were any numbers he could phone. The more he thought however, the less he had faith in a quick return call. He frowned, they couldn't rely on the barrier in Sam being up for very long, even if Dean was holding it steady. The way their relationship was fluctuating at the moment, one brash comment could bring it crashing down.

It seemed crazy that after all the lives they saved and all the houses they cleared of poltergeists, it now appeared as though they didn't have a friend in the world.

Suddenly it hit John and hit him hard and he smirked. Dean and Sam looked at him as if he'd gone crazy.

"What is funny about this?" Sam asked. John shook his head and looked at Dean.

"Montana, we're right next to Idaho, Dean, hell practically on the stateline," he replied. Both his sons still looked at him oddly so he sighed, "That possessed car in the little town of Haring? Remember what happened when we ran into those Satan worshipers?" For a moment Dean looked like a deer in headlights but then slowly his faced morphed into annoyance and he groaned.

"No," Dean said, "Absolutely not."

John couldn't help but smile as he remembered the hunt as if it were yesterday. They were tracking a cult that turned out to be a whole bunch of Satan worshipers lead by a very interesting fellow that had quite a thing for the Impala. In fact, the only reason they had found the cult's place of worship was because the man had stolen the car right from under Dean's nose.

John and Dean had watched the Satanist drive off laughing and spent another day trying to find the car. What they found, was a twin, the Satanist car thief, had a twin and wonders that be… the twin was a priest.

"Dean they'll do it," John said. "Tucker because he's a holy man and Jonas because… well because he's probably still laughing."

"I hate you right now," Dean said. But then he sighed and shook his head, "You're calling them." John nodded and pulled out his cell phone. Before he headed to the door however he looked between his boys.

"Work this out," he ordered. Neither of his sons looked amused.

Dean scrunched his face up in discontent. Tucker Agis was the one man in this world that had truly, undeniably gotten under Dean's skin. He'd stolen the Impala and then Dean had been forced to plead with him for information about the history of a certain car.

The actual possession Dean couldn't remember but it was being forced to work with Tucker that had nearly driven him to kill the man. The only thing that had stopped him, was his father and Tucker Agis, twin brother, Jonas Agis. Never before had their been to polar opposites between siblings. Jonas was kind, helpful and asked nothing in return. Tucker truly was the antichrist and Dean had no wish to see the man again.

Alas, it wasn't up to him.

"Dean?" Dean sighed and lowered his head, another problem he had to deal with.

"What Sam?" he replied. He looked up and his brother was making his classic puppy dog face.

"Dean I'm sorry," Sam said. "About everything. If this… if we can't find a solution to this I just… I want you to know how regretful I am that I didn't say anything."

"You should be," Dean replied and went to sit back down on a couch.

"Dean come on," Sam tried again. "I'm trying here." Dean sighed, he was angry but the revelation of being like Sam was starting to sink in. He could understand, if not literally feel the fear and uncertainty from Sam and knew this was no time to make enemies.

"I know," Dean replied. He looked up at Sam and took in his brother's haggard appearance, the past few days had clearly done a number on him. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Sam's face relaxed slightly and he sat down across from Dean.

"Tired," he replied. "Scared, lost, angry… Dean, what if this ritual doesn't work? What if… What if I turn into that… thing?"

"You wont Sam," Dean replied sternly. "Dad and I wont let it happen. Besides, you've got me as a kick as force field generator." As if to accent the point, Dean felt a tingle run through him and direct itself toward Sam. Sam in turn sucked in a deep breath and leaned back slightly.

"Whoa," he breathed. "Dean… you can't keep this up forever." And Dean knew it was true, he knew with each passing second that he helped his brother keep the two forces separate that more energy was drawn from him. However he wasn't about to just give up and call it a day. No way, he'd hold out for as long as he could, no matter what the cost.

"Don't worry about it Sam," he replied.

"You're never going to call me Sammy again, are you?" his brother asked suddenly. Dean looked up from the spot he'd chosen on the floor directly into his brother's eyes. It seemed funny after all the years of fighting over the nickname the tables had turned. Sam was an adult now and shouldn't be treated like a child but it was clear by the look on the younger man's face that he was getting nostalgic for the nickname. That or the argument that went with it.

Dean opened his mouth to say something, anything that would satisfy his brother and himself but thankfully was cut short. Oryx came flittering out of the bedroom followed by Dewy and Kat. The three Sprites landed close to Dean while keeping a cautious eye on Sam.

"Lorne's with him now," Dewy said.

"But Bryson should be okay," Oryx added. "Though he wont be doing any back flips anytime soon." Dean felt so relieved he actually laughed and nodded his head.

"Thank god for that," he smiled. "Shall we celebrate?" Before anyone could say anymore Dean levitated some beers in from the kitchen. The Sprites next to him went wide eyed but then Oryx shook his head.

"Took you freaking long enough," he replied. "We thought we were going to have to spell it out for you." Dean tossed a beer to Sam who was looking slightly bothered by the show.

"So you guys knew all along huh?" Dean asked.

"We're Sprites, Winchester," Dewy replied. "We know just about everything."

"Including the battle waging inside him," Kat replied slightly harshly as she pointed to Sam. Dean and Sam frowned at the same time but undoubtedly for different reasons. However Dean had no wish to remind them all of the troubles they were facing.

"Mechanical engineering," Dean said aloud. It was the same moment his father had reentered the main room.

"What?" Sam asked curiously.

"My degree, it's in mechanical engineering," Dean replied. "How in the hell else did you think I can rig up half the shit I do? The weapons we've got, do you really think we got them all working condition?" Both Sam and John looked at Dean incredulously for several quiet moments. Then Sam shook his head as a small grin danced across his face.

"You're a nerd," he snickered.

"Eat it college boy," Dean sneered. Then he winced as he realized he couldn't really make fun of his brother in such a manner anymore. Things were definitely changing between them. Instead Dean shook his head and looked up at his father who still looked a tad unsettled.

"Did you get a hold of the Agis's?" he asked. John nodded.

"They're on their way," he replied.

"Just like that? Both of them?" Dean asked. John came forward and sat down giving the beers a wary glance before looking back to his son.

"Tucker was more then glad to help and Jonas… well he told me to give you a message," the older Winchester said. With a heavy sigh Dean lowered his head into his hands and shook it.

"What did he say?" he asked. An odd noise that Dean knew was his father's chuckle rumbled out from the man.

"Lock your doors," John answered. Dean sat up and took a sip of beer.

"God damn it," he sighed. The three Sprites next to him started to giggle slightly as they tipped their beer and took turns sipping out of it. Dean sighed, at least they were happy and Bryson would be okay. Maybe, they'd all get through this in one piece.

Just then Dean's cell phone rang, he flipped it open with out checking to see who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Oh pretty, we're goina have some fun you and I!" Dean brought the phone away from his ear as Jonas Agis cackled away, then hung up. So much for making it through in one piece.

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Like I said, school and what not, I hate being a slow updater but sometimes that's the way life goes. I'll try and get this story done soon enough.

Has anyone noticed how the casting director of SN, loves blondes? Mary, Jessica? The new chick from the mom daughter combo? DEATH TO THE MOTHER DAUGHTER COMBO! Because you so know girlie and Dean are going to hook up… ew… I'd rather they bring back Cassie...

Here's the preview for next chapter:

… "You ready to do this?"

"No but that doesn't matter does it?"

"Not really," Tucker replied. "On the count of three, let go. 1, 2... 3!" Dean concentrated hard and soon felt the barrier start to come down and eventually disappear. The sight before him was awesome as Sam twisted violently in his chair and the transformation begun. His hair lost all it's colour and his skin paled, then his eyes snapped open, the red and yellow had never before looked so vicious.

"You humans," Sam hissed. "Pathetic. Did you actually think this ritual would stop me?"

"Actually," Dean sighed. "Yes."…

That's it! Please read and review! Thanks lots! Cheers!