"You hit your head good..."Dean sucked his teeth, as he at last lifted Sam from the wall. He pressed his fingers to the back of the boy's head and felt blood. He drew his hand back, bitten by the viper of fear. Would he slip away from him again?
Sam's eyes brought Dean back to the present. Dean looked into Sam's eyes and saw what the Spirit wanted him to see. His stomach was in his tongue. Because the psychic power in Sam that Sam had yet to discover was powerful enough to lead them to the waters of life, was reaching out to Dean. Dean was his lifeline to humanity, but likewise Sam's spirit was a metaphysical force drawing Dean out of his own destructive patterns. Dean felt his soul coil around Sam's soul through the strange psychic surge in Sam's eyes. It was metaphyscial DNA as if the psychic power was being transferred to Dean. Spiritually, blue and gold, a light lit up Sam's eyes and suddenly changed the irises to a blue elven jewel shade. Normally, that would have struck Dean with unholy terror, but at this moment he had peace.
"What are you?" Dean whispered.
"I'm your brother...I am Sam," the Spirit said through Sam's voice. Sam was only barely back in his body. Normally, this would have struck him with terror, but the psychic surge, triggered by the impact of his head with the wall, only made him placid.
"Are...Are you human?" Dean begged, eyes locked in to the strange ultra-blue light that was shining in his brother's usually hazel eyes. Sam smiled.
"I am human, yes..."
"But you, but the baptism..."Dean shook his head.
"The baptism tapped into something that was already there. It exists in you too, you just don't realize it. When the time comes, you will..."
"What's that mean?"Dean asked, hypnotized completely by the words of the Spirit.
"It means what it means...You and your brother...Forces move from the fabric of the Cosmos. Your bond spins on a loom that even the weavers of Fate don't understand. It is as if your cruel destiny was torn away from the flesh of all that is, and is healing by the bloodflow that passes between the two of you..."The Spirit grabbed Dean's collar fiercely.
"One day that blood flow will call on you both. One day, there will be a sacrifice. Save Sam, Dean...Save him at all costs. Saving him will save you and turn all Damnation backward."
The bright blue eyes rolled back. When Sam's eyes opened again, they were his own eyes. He shuttered and whimpered.
"Dude...What the hell?!" Dean asked, feeling his hair stand up, as the fear came at last.
Sam swallowed.
"I have...no idea...It was like some...sufi mystic version of me like astral projected me out of my body when I hit the wall..."Sam looked at Dean whose face had twisted in confusion.
"Okay, come on, let's get you the hell outta here...Then, uh...Then we'll figure out what to do next..." Dean lifted Sam up, reached in his pocket, pulled out a bandana, and pressed it against his head wound. He was secretly terrified other bits of Sam's more unpleasant psychic capacity would emerge now that he'd hit his head hard enough to jar loose whoever that was with the shiny blue eyes...Dean decided not to worry about it for now.