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Chapter 12
Sam was struck by awe at the vastness of this place, his home for a year.
There were four massive floors, with vast rooms.
" Alkaya, why is this place so huge if we're the only one here?" Asked Sam.
" Well, besides the telekinesis, the visions, and the healing ability you've already exibited, you will also be able to see through walls, control people with the power of influence, read minds, yaddi yaddi yadda. All in all, they'll gradually come out of dormancy as you train, this house is large and filled with objects for you to practice on, hell I wouldn't be surprised if you end up with a Superman-thing like Neo from the Matrix." Said Alkaya with a silly grin plastered across her face.
" Aww Man." Groaned Sam, utterly mortified by that particular prospect of the future.
Alkaya chuckled softly before she and Sam made their way down a long corridor, at the end of which was a dojo-like room.
" Well, let's get started." Said Alkaya as she toed off the slippers she'd been wearing, Sam was already barefoot.
" Like right now?" Asked Sam.
" Yeah right now Bean Stalk, what? You think cause you're in a giant mansion you get to live high life? In your dreams." Smirked Alkaya.
Sam winced.
" Man, this is gonna like growing up all over again." Though Sam as he followed Alkaya into the room. The floor felt weird against his bare feet.
They stood facing each other before Alkaya spoke.
" Let's try a little hand to hand."
Sam was taken of guard, just barely managing to dodge the kick Alkaya let fly, he foot just missing the side of his jaw.
Purely out of instinct, Sam lowered himself into a fighting stance and dodged another attack from Alkaya before he let loose his own flurry.
The fight was on.
Alkaya was an awesome fighter and she wasn't pulling her punches.
Sam was gonna have fresh bruises tomorrow.
But, Sam Winchester wasn't a quitter. Eventhough he was taking a beating, he kept on fighting.
Punches, kicks, twirls, jabs, swips, chops, and dodges were all exchanged at a furious pace.
It was Alkaya vs. Samuel for about half and hour before Alkaya snagged the youngest Winchester's left wrist in a vice-like grip.
" Yaah!" Yelled Alkaya as she used Sam's own momentum against him, flipping him over her own shoulder.
With a loud yell, Sam found himself airbourn for a fraction of a second before he hit the floor with a loud thud.
" OOOFF!
Little stars danced across Sam's vision as he stared up at the ceiling from where he flat on his back in a daze, long limbs splayed out in awkward angles.
" You had enough?" Asked a breathless Alkaya as she lowered herself to her knees and loomed over Sam, her pale eyes smiling with mirth.
" Yeah, enough for now." Gritted out Sam as he tried to regain his breath.
With a toothy grin, Alkaya reached out and pushed her hands under Sam's shoulders and pushed him into a seating position.
" Thank you." Mumbled Sam as he rolled his shoulder and twisted around to get the kinks out of his back.
" No problem man." Sighed Alkaya as she sat indian-style beside Sam.
The two drifted off into a comfortable silence and just were, for a few minutes.
Then, Sam turned to Alkaya and spoke.
" Alkaya, can I ask you something?"
" Fire away."
" Why does it hurt so much whenever I get a vision? I mean, it's like my head gets split in two each time they come."
" Well, the visions and all the psychic powers can wreak havoc on the body and the mind if they can't be descerned from something harmfull. The visions cause you so much agony because you haven't accepted them as a part of what makes you... you. Whether you like it or not, these powers and abilities, they're among the things that make you who you are. Once you accept them as a gift and not a curse, the headaches, the nightmares, the headsplitting pain, they'll all go away. Once you accept them as a part of you, you will be in control, not them in control of you."
Sam was stunned by this new information. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he spoke.
" But how? I've been fighting them for so long, how do I just accept them as a part of me?"
" You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself Samuel, just know, these powers and abilities are yours, and yours alone. You are supposed to control them, and use them for whatever it is you will."
Sam ducked his head and sighed as he processed this information.
Alkaya sent him a simpathetic look.
" Hey c'mere, I gotta see something." She said.
Sam shuffled closer, until Alkaya reached out and wrapped an arm around him and firmly pulled him down, till he was once again laying on his back, with his head resting in Alkaya's lap.
" What are you doing?" Asked a perplexed Sam as he stared up at Alkaya.
" Relax, this won't hurt. I'm just going to probe your memory a little bit and see something real quick." Answered Alkaya as she reached out towards Sam's forehead.
" Wait a minute I-" Sam began to protest and pull away when Alkaya's finger tips gently touched Sam's temples.
Sam felt his eyes fall shut as a wave of energy passed through him, a cool feeling passed through his body before his body felt warm and calm, fuzzy almost.
Alkaya's eyes went totally white as she stared into Sam's mind.
What she say both awed her and eased some of her worries concerning just where Sam's powers stemmed from.
She found herself was in the dirty room in the cabin, where Sam and his family had faced off against their worst enemy, the Yellow Eyed Demon...
" YOU SHOOT ME IN THE HEART SON!!!!" Screamed John from where he lay with the Demon still in him.
" Sam no." Whispered Dean from where he lay bleeding against the wall.
" HE'S STILL IN ME, I CAN FEEL IT. YOU SHOOT ME SAM!!!" Screamed John.
Alkaya focused her gaze on the youngest Winchester, who stood rooted to the spot with the colt pointed at his father, his hands trembling.
" SAMMY!" Screamed John Winchester.
" Sammy." Whispered Dean Winchester.
Alkaya watched as a terrified Sam was at a loss for just what to do. The voices of his father and brother churning in his head.
Then, his face went blank as he lowered the colt.
" Sammy?" Whispered Dean.
Then, Alkaya watched and heard as a low, primal growl emminated from Sam, a look of pure, unadultered rage and hatred replaced the blank look.
She watched as Sam's eyes turned from a moss-green to a pale, icy shade of blue. Cold and inhuman as they stared down at his father.
" Sammy?" Whispered John as he stared up at Sam.
Alkaya watched as the first pulse of psychic energy shot out from Sam and coursed through John's body, pinning him to the floor. Then Sam's lips parted as he spoke, his voice deep and sp frigid, it would've put the Arctic winds to shame.
" Get. The Hell. Out. Of my Dad, You Son of a Bitch." Growled Sam, blue eyes widening as another pulse of engergy shot from him.
Alkaya watched in awe as the wave of energy passed through John and brutally forced the Yellow Eyed Demon out of his body. She watched as the black mist poured out of John's mouth and nostrils and became a menacing, swirling in a dark cloud of evil.
" So Sammy boy, you wanna take me on?" The Demon cloud mocked.
Alkaya felt a small tendril of fear wrap around her heart as she saw the look of pure hatred pass over Sam's face before he let out an earth-shattering scream of rage as a blinding bright beam of psychic energy shot forth from Sam's chest and flew like a high powered missile at the Demon, who screamed in agony himself as it made a direct hit.
The black mist screamed out a final threat before it slithered away through the wood.
Then, there was silence. Alkaya watched a Sam stood with his head bowed.
He only looked up at his father and brother's plaintiff calls. She watched as Sam stood with tears of despair streaming from his eyes, his face frozen in a look of total devastation. Then, his face hardened and another pulse of energy shot from him.
It passed through John but, Alkaya could feel it too, It was soothing, warm, and filled with so much love, Alkaya felt her eyes begin to burn with tears as she watched Sam heal his father and then his brother, taking their wounds into his own body, falling to the ground in a bloody, barely alive heap.
By now, Alkaya had seen enough.
With a sigh, Alkaya's eyes flashed white again and she pulled herself out of Sam's mind.
Then, there was a bright white light and Alkaya found herself back in the training room, the sun pouring in, giving it a golden hue.
She realized that she was still craddling Sam's head in her lap, the young man still caught in the thrall of the mind probe.
" Your power comes from within your heart. You hatred for the Yellow Eyed Demon is strong, but your love for your family is stronger. You are truely meant for the Path of Light, it will be my honor to guide your way, Bean Stalk." Sighed Alkaya as she stroked a hand through Sam's chocolate brown hair, waiting for him to awaken from his light slumber.
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John Winchester let out a soul weary sigh as he sat at Bobby's worn kitchen table, nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels.
His mind was literally assualting him with memories of his youngest son, the son he'd had to watch get burned to death after being pinned to the ceiling of his hospital room and gutted.
He and Dean hadn't gotten a second of sleep. Both men knew that if they closed their eyes, even for a moment, they would see a dying pair moss-green eyes staring back at them before red and orange erupted and egulfed everything in it's path.
John felt a small twinge of agony in his chest as his mind went from the son he'd lost, to the son he still had left.
Dean, was currently upstairs, asleep in the guestroom, curtesy of two highly potents sleeping pills.
John knew it wasn't the best choice, but it was the only thing that had worked. Dean had floated away into the world of the unconscious, into what was hopefully a dreamless sleep after he'd screamed out for his baby brother till his voice gave out.
John screwed his eyes shut as he remembered Dean's sobbing screams.
SAMMY!
SAMMY!
SAMMY!
Oh My God, SAMMY!
I WANT SAMMY!
I WANT MY SAMMY!
SAMMY!!!!!
John was shaken from his waking nightmare when Bobby shuffled into the kitchen, a crowbar in one hand as he came in from the junkyard that was his back yard.
Bobby eyed the mess of a man sitting at his kitchen table and sighed. He walked over to his refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Jack for himself.
He joined the eldest Winchester at the table and simply stared at the man for a while before he spoke.
" How's Dean?" Asked Bobby, although he knew it was a loaded question, the young man was far, far from alright.
" Those pills you gave him did the trick. He's sleeping, he's sleeping." Sighed John as he wearily rubbed at his stubble covered face.
" What about you, did you get any sleep?" Asked Bobby.
John looked up and gave the other hunter an ' Are You Kidding Me?' Look.
" Just asking." Said Bobby, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
John let a small smile escape him, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Bobby watched sadly as John brought the bottle of alcohol to his lips and took a long drink.
" My boy's dead because of me Bobby." Said John after he'd set the bottle back down onto the table.
This softly spoken statement made Bobby Singer reel back in shock.
" What?! John, that's not true, why would you think such shit?" He asked in outrage.
" It is my fault Bobby. If I hadn't... If I hadn't screamed at him to shoot me in the heart, it wouldn't have triggered whatever it was inside Sam that made him do what he did. Now, my baby boy's gone and... I had to see him pinned to the ceiling with his gut slashed open, and then he was burned alive. It my fault Bobby... I killed by son... I killed Sam." John's voice trailed off into a sob as he buried his face into his hands, the tears he'd tried to drown away in alcohol spilling from his eyes.
" Aww Jesus." Swore Bobby as he shot from his seat and gripped John by his shoulders, trying however futile it was to comfort the grieving father.
" John listen to me, Sam's death isn't your fault, it's all because of that Yellow Eyed Son of a bitch. Ya hear me?" Said Bobby as he tried to get through to John.
But all of a sudden, an agonized scream from upstairs caught the attentions of both men.
" SAMMY!"
" Dean." Whispered John as he regained some of his composure quickly.
Together, he and Bobby dashed up the stairs to the second floor.
John Winchester knew that he still had one son left.
He'd be damned if he lost him too.