"Mom, can I talk to you?"

Sam glanced up from where she had been cutting vegetables. "Of course." she said, wiping her hands on the towel on the counter and turned to him. "How's the whole...training with Gabriel?"

Johnny blanched for a moment. "Its...fine." he said, rubbing the back of his head.

Sam smiled at him, going to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water for the both of them. "That bad huh?"

"It's not him, it's me." Johnny said, taking the water from her to sip at. "I can't do it."

"Yeah, Gabriel told us that you're having a bit of trouble with everything." Sam said. "He mentioned that you're not sure about your powers?"

Johnny nodded. "I...I don't like them." he told her. "I don't...I don't want them and every time I remember about them or try to use them...I get...sick."

"Cause you're afraid of them," Sam finished for him. She took a deep breath and nodded to herself. "I get that too. Back when I had powers."

Johnny glanced up at that, not talking yet as he waited for her to continue.

"My powers came from demon blood. When I was a baby a demon came into my room and fed me his blood." Sam told him. "Years after that to try to use my powers for real, I had to drink more demon blood."

"What did you use them for?" Johnny asked her.

"Mostly to kill demons. It started with trying to save people that were being possessed by demons without hurting them." Sam said, checking the pot on the stove to make sure that it wasn't bubbling over. "After a bit I managed to use it to really hurt demons, sometimes even kill them."

"But demon blood is bad, it was like a drug that I got addicted to and the more I drank, the more I wanted it." Sam said. "So...to make a long story, a very long story, a bit short, I stopped drinking demon blood and my powers just," she waved her hand. "Vanished."

"Does all that, the fact that my powers came from a bad place, does that make me a bad person?" she asked him with a pointed look.

"No!" Johnny quickly exclaimed. "You're not a bad person mom!"

"Exactly." Sam said, using the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the stew to point at him. "So if my drinking demon blood didn't make me a bad person, you are most definitely not going to be a bad person just because of where your powers came from."

Johnny slowly nodded at that, watching her smile at him and then turn back to chopping the vegetables, gathering and placing the ones she had already cut into the pot. "What are you making?"

"Stew. It's kinda an agreement between me and Dean, it has vegetables and meat at the same time." Sam told him. "And I'm cooking it to prove to Dean that I can in fact cook."

"Can I help?" he asked her, stepping closer to her and the counter.

Sam nodded, glancing at him as she continued to chop the vegetables. "You can help me add more vegetables in there so that Dean will actually eat them." she said with a wink, making him laugh. She smiled and then cursed as the piece that she had been cutting slipped and the knife cut her hand. "Damn it."

Johnny immediately looked at her, eyes widening when he saw the blood, freezing for a moment before he went to her, hands hovering hesitantly. "Should I get Dean?"

"No, no need for Dean." she said, grabbing a paper towel to wrap around her fingers and going to the sink. "Turn the cold water on."

Johnny quickly rushed to do as she told, watching as she carefully washed around the cut to get rid of the blood. "What should I do?" he asked, watching the red splatter in the sink. He felt a bit lightheaded at the sight, swallowing hard.

"There's a first aid kit under the sink." Sam said, kicking the door lightly with her foot. "Can you get it and get me a band-aid and the small tube next to it?"

Johnny nodded and knelt down to do as she told but the paused, looking up at her and slowly standing up. Sam glanced at him curiously. "Johnny?"

Swallowing hard Johnny looked down at his hand and took a deep breath, rubbing his fingers together before a golden glow surrounded them. He could feel him shaking as he reached out to his moms hand and after a moments hesitation touched her fingers, just above the cut.

They both watched as the gold surrounded her fingers, dipping into the cut, and slowly the skin came back together and healed over, not even leaving a mark behind.

Sam pulled her hand out of the water, turning it and flexing her fingers before she smiled, turning back to him. "You see?" she asked softly. "You can heal. Its a part of what you can do."

Johnny couldn't look away from where her fingers had been cut. "I did it." he whispered. "I...I really did it."

"John, listen to me." Sam said, drying her hands and reaching out to place her hands on his shoulders. "You're good. You're kind. You brought me back to life and now you're healing." she leaned over and kissed his forehead, pressing their foreheads together. "Trust me, I get it. I get being afraid of your powers and I get not wanting to be bad. I do. But you choose what to do with them and you choose how to be. And knowing you? You're gonna be so good."

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