"Alright, so, I remember when I worked with Ruby, we started with exorcizing demons." Sam said, clasping her hands in front of her on top of the table. "We're not going to start with that, we're going to start with something a bit simpler." she reached into the bag on the table next to her and pulled out a pencil, setting it down in front of him. "Move this pencil."

Johnny looked a bit confused as he glanced down at the pencil in front of him. He looked up at them, the both of them sitting across the table, and back at the pencil. He reached for it and picked it up, holding it out back to her. "Here."

Sam laughed and tried to school her face back into composure as Dean coughed into his fist to hide how much he wanted to laugh as well.

"No kiddo, that's not what I meant." she said, smiling and moving around to try to wipe the smile off of her face. She took a deep breath and pushed the pencil back at him, leading him to put it back down. "I mean with your mind."

Johnny looked down at the pencil once more, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I don't know how." he said, reaching out to lightly push the pencil with the tip of his finger.

"I know, that's why we're going to try." Sam said with a nod. "From what I remember...it's like...scratching a deep itch in your mind that you don't even realize it is there until you actually pay attention to it."

"Not as informative as you think that is Sammy." Dean told her, dodging her attempts to jab his side with her elbow. "You might need to go deeper than that."

"Says the one that never had any powers of his own." Sam shot back at him. "Alright, deeper." she took a deep breath. "It's like moving a limb that's fallen asleep, like remembering how to use it and force some feeling back into it."

Johnny looked down at the pencil, taking a deep breath. He stared intensely at the pencil, eyes narrowing and teeth gritting as he tried to mentally force the pencil to move.

"...don't hurt yourself." Sam told him, watching him a bit concerned. Dean had leaned back in his seat, as if expected Johnny to explode.

All the breath suddenly left Johnny's body and he slumped back, breathing heavily. "I can't do it."

Sam got up and walked around to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"You're trying physically." Sam told him, rubbing at his shoulders soothingly. "I get it, it's hard." her hand went to the back of his head and rubbed at it as well. "You just need to try to think with your mind, not your brain."

Johnny reached up to grip at her hand tightly, the both of them entwined their fingers together. He took a deep breath, looking down at the pencil again. Dean watched as a golden glow appeared in his eyes, pulsating in time with his breathing.

The pencil shook and slowly raised into the air, shaking but then steadying itself. Dean breathed out slowly, nodding.

"Alright, kids getting it." he said, pausing when he suddenly felt his chair shake as well. When he felt it start to lift, with him in it, he immediately jumped off. Without his weight the chair lifted into the air easily.

As well as the others chairs, the books around them, the lamps, and finally the table.

Sam was looking around as everything in the room started to lift into the air. "Johnny, you can stop now." she told him.

If Johnny heard her, he made no sign of it, staring down unblinkingly at the spot where the pencil had been, the golden glow slowly surrounding him completely.

Slowly, bit by bit, the furniture started to crack and break into pieces, light emitting from each broken piece as it continuously was broken down.

"Johnny, stop!" Sam shouted at him, trying to pull away from him, eyes widening when she realized that Johnny had an almost death grip on her. She tried to yank her hands free, only hurting herself slightly in the process. "Johnny!"

Acting on instinct Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled his folding knife, easily flicking it open. He threw it towards Johnny, satisfied when it flew past Johnny's cheek and embedded itself into the wood of his chair. It did, however, brush past his skin enough to cut him.

And thereby get his attention enough to break him free of whatever spell he had been under. He started heavily and looked up, the golden glow disappearing and the furniture crashing down to the ground.

Sam managed to finally pull away, taking a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. "Johnny, you okay?" she asked, her voice barely shaking.

Johnny looked up at her before looking at Dean again, his hand coming up to touch the small line of blood. "What happened?"

"You lost control and you weren't really there." Dean said. "Had to try something to get your attention again."

Slowly Johnny looked around the room, taking in what everything looked like. Sam did the same, staring at the harsh indents in the walls and floor. She walked around to one of the marks, reaching out to gently touch it before pulling her hand away from it.

"It's burning hot." she said, looking back at the chairs that were no longer together. "It's...you broke it all down, bit by bit." she told him. "You deconstructed it into pieces, into energy. And you were using that energy to...I don;t even know what you were trying to do but it worked."

"I...I didn't mean to do that." Johnny whispered, eyes wide as he looked around. "I...I..."

Without warning he shot out of his chair, running down the hall towards Sam's room.

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