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Chapter 28

Sam Winchester let out a small sigh as he stared out at prestine blue, early afternoon skies of Lawrence, Kansas, from where he sat on the steps of the back porch attached to Missouri Mosely's home.

It had been a good few days since he and his family had gone to see Bobby Singer in South Dakota.

While they were there, Sam had showcased some of the awesome power that now flowed through him.

He, his father and brother, and Bobby all headed up to the scrap yard Bobby owned while Alkaya had stayed behind at the house, much to the slight reluctance of Dean and John.

When the four of them had reached the scrap heap with all of it's massive piles of broken scrap metal that were all once cars, Bobby had asked what he'd had in mind for showing all of them a few of the tricks he'd picked up.

At this, Sam had sent a calculating smirk the three other men's way before his eyes had ingnited with power and he leapt straight into the air before Dean, John, and Bobby could make sense of what was happening.

He'd vaguely heared Dean swear while he stayed perfectly still in the air, floating just above the tree-line, his long black over coat billowing around him.

Then, his eyes and momentarily flashed with energy before he'd stretched his palms out infront of him, aimed at a tall pillar of broken cars and scrap.

He roared out a latin command.

" Ortus!"

Dean, John, and Bobby all nearly jumped out of their skins when with a loud bang, the pile of cars began to disband and large, indivual pieces began to float into the air.

Sam had glanced down with pale, glowing eyes to see the awed and disbelieving looks that had been etched into the faces of the three men still stading on the ground looking up at the whimsical and and just plain freaky sight before them.

Then, Sam focused his attention back onto the large, floating peices of junk that were floating in a small, slow clock-wise moving circle near the center of the yard.

Then, his hands began to move furiously, a silent command going through his mind.

Dean, John, and Bobby watched as some unseeable energy seemed to pulse from Sam's hand.

They were like invisible blades, aimed at the floating car peices.

The three men still standing on the ground watched in renewed awe as the floating peices of twisted and rusty metal were all sliced in half by some sharp, unseen force, sliced into smaller peices that floated in a ring around the center of the yard.

Then, Sam's voice rang out again.

" Incendia!"

Blue flames instantly erupted from both of Sam's palms, and like two furious, flaming snakes, the flames careened towards the floating peices of scrap metal.

The instant the blue flames touched the floating peices of metal, they were ignited and burned, burned until all the metal was melted and glowing a bright neon orange.

Sam had hovered in the air with his arms and hands outstretched and with another silent command, he slowly brought his hands together until they were joined, as if in prayer.

The molten metal that was floating in the air mirrored this movement by coming together into one giant blob, still hovering in the air.

" Cube." Whispered Sam his eye flashing pure white for a split second.

Instantly, the molten metal morphed into a perfect cube. Then with a soft crackling sound, the metal solidified and took back a solid form.

The perfect cube of metal hovered in the air until Sam made a small gesture with his hand. The cube slowly descended from the air and with a loud ' Clunk' it set inself down where the towerinf pile once stood.

With a small sigh, Sam lowered himself to the ground, his feet lightly touching down onto the ground before his three stupified companions.

" I hope you didn't need any of those Bobby." He said quietly, his eyes once again returning to their normal moss-green.

Sam's only response had been wide-eyed Bobby Singer looking pale and beginning to sway dangerously while John and Dean were looking at him like he was a mythic creature straight out of Harry Potter or something.

" What's on you're mind there Kiddo?" Came deep, familiar voice, effectively pulling Sam out of his stroll down memory lane.

The youngest Winchester looked up sharply to see the oldest Winchester standing beside him.

" Dad, you startled me." Said Sam, earning a gruff chuckle from the Winchester patriarch as he took a seat beside his youngest son.

" Well, your old man's still got it." He said with a cheeky grin.

Sam couldn't help but smile back but, the smile faded too quickly for John's liking as he watched a far away look once again take hold of Sam's face.

The two Winchesters sat in silence for a long while before John turned and spoke, that stern, fatherly tone he'd often used when his boys were younger.

" Sammy, tell me what's wrong, and don't say that everythin's alright cause I know somethin's been buggin you eversince we got back from Bobby's."

After so many years of hearing that voice, Sam instantly obeyed and began to speak.

" It's nothing really, I'm just thinking about somethings, life mostly."

" Care to elaborate?"

At this, Sam sent him a strange look as he spoke.

" You want to talk?"

" We both do actually." Piped up a new voice.

Both Sam and John turned around to see the last member of the Winchester trio walking up to them.

With a small sigh of his own, Dean sat down on Sam's other side, the two older Winchesters effectively sandwiching their youngest between them.

" So Sammy, start talkin' " Smiled Dean, loving how Sam squirmed a little.

Sam sighed heavily before he spoke.

" Where do I start?"

" Well, how 'bout explaining that psychic whatever it was you pulled back at Bobby's when you perfectly repeated what me and you're brother said a whole month ago." Said John as he sent his youngest a no nonsense look.

" Yeah, tell us everything about that particular insidence, cause that, was a whole new level of weirdness. Even with everything else that's been goin on man." Added Dean as he too pinned his baby brother with a look.

With a steadying breath, Sam spoke, and began to explain just what it was he'd done back at Bobby's.

" Well... One of my abilities is to be able to read the complete history or life of anything or anyone I touch. I can keep it in check most of the time but, if there's something so strong, like a deep emotion or a dark secret, my abilities will instinctively pick up on it. When I touched Bobby's couch, I could actually feel what... The both of you had felt. And, it wasn't just the couch in Bobby's livingroom, it was the same in Bobby's kitchen, Dad, you sat at that table and told Bobby that it was all your fault, that... You'd killed me somehow, that if you hadn't screamed at me to shoot you, none of this would've happened."

Sam and Dean both turned to see their father's stunned visage, they watched as the shock quickly melted away, replaced by a look of terrible sadness, tears were actually welling in John's eyes as he stared back at his two sons.

But, Sam wasn't finished there, he turned sharply to pin Dean with a look but then turned his gaze out to the backyard as he continued.

" Dean, you weren't any better. When I went upstairs, I was walking past the guestroom and I heared you. How you begged Dad not to make you wash your hand, how kept screaming out for me until your voice couldn't anymore and I... I was too far away to hear you. It's the same here, in Missouri's house, whenever I walk by both of your rooms, I can feel your despair, how scared you guys are that, I'm gonna be ripped away from you again."

Dean felt his own eyes start to burn as these softly spoken words began to sink as Sam continued to speak, he turned his gaze back to Dean as he spoke.

" It wasn't your fault Dean."

Then he turned to John.

" It wasn't your fault Dad."'

Then with a heavy sigh, Sam turned his gaze back to the scenery, not daring to gaze upon the faces of his father and brother as he spoke.

" That Yellow Eyed son of a bitch is still out there, sure I hurt him bad but, I didn't kill him. What if I'm not strong enough to stop him this time around and the first time was just some random fluke? What if he comes after the both of you again? What if he comes after Alkaya, another woman I love? What if... What if that bastard comes after my baby?"

It was then that Sam couldn't continue to speak as he buried his face into his hands, he wasn't crying but, the malestrom of emotions he was feeling at that moment finally taking full hold of him.

At this last, soft question, both Dean and John felt their hearts wrench painfully in their chests.

The next thing Sam knew, two pairs of strong, familiar arms wrapped themselves around him, in a double vice-grip.

" Aww Sammy, quit thinkin like that man. There's no way me and Dad are gonna let anything like that happen, not to us, not to Alkaya, and especially not to the little dude who's gonna be here in less than two months." Said Dean as he tightened his already clamped on hold around his baby brother.

Sam unburied his face from his hands and looked from his brother to his father as John spoke his peice.

" Your brother's right Son, we're here for you. And what's all this nonsense about you not bein strong enough to take down that Yellow Eyed bastard huh? Sammy, last time you hurt that evil S.O.B. with your abilities that raw and that unfocused. Now, you're back and you know how to control it. I'd say that makes you more than strong enough to take the Demon on again, besides, you got us, we'll always be on your side. And as far as the Demon coming after the baby, there is no way in Hell I'm gonna let that evil thing come anywhere near my grandkid." Assured John fiercely as he stroked the top of his youngest son's head. His eyes met Dean's, his oldest son nodding in agreement.

" Besides Dad and me, that kid's gonna have two very powerful hunters for parents, I mean, in no way is Alkaya ain't a push-over and I know you little brother, I know you won't let anything happen to Peanut." Added Dean, giving Sam's shoulder a firm squeeze and smiling at the awefully cute nickname his brother's baby was going by these days.

At this, Sam chuckled, feeling himself grow a little lighter for just a while.

" Thanks, I needed that." He sighed, giving his father and brother a tired but greatfull smile.

" Anytime Sammy." Grinned back Dean, he himself feeling lighter than he had in quite a while.

John merely smiled at his two sons.

" It's Sam." Said Sam in mock annoyance but his grin widened. After that, John and Dean began to lightly tease their youngest on his impending fatherhood.

Then, Sam quietly excused himself and headed back inside, leaving father and brother in eachothers company.

Sam's freakishly long legs made quick work of getting to the second floor and then down the hall to the very last door.

Sam quietly let himself in and found a pair of blue-green eyes smiling back at him.

" Hey there." Said Alkaya from where she sat crosslegged on the center of the bed, she'd been meditating before her man had come walked in.

Instead of answering, Sam gracefully bound forward and joined his pregnant girlfriend on the bed, catching Alkaya off gaurd when he captured her unsuspecting lips in a deep kiss while his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

But, after a beat, Alkaya welcomed the kiss and responded in kind, wrapping her own arms around Sam's neck, one hand seeking out the dark chocolate locks of hair that were all gathered at the back of Sam's head, her long fingers tangling into the long strands.

When they broke apart, their faces remained close enough so that their foreheads were touching and when Alkaya spoke, her lips grazed Sam's.

" Not that I don't mind Bean Stalk but, what's with all the extra affection?"

Her answer was Sam pressing his lips to hers again in a chaste kiss before he spoke.

" Cause I love you and I like showing some extra affection."

At this, Alkaya bestowed him with one of those mega-watt grins he loved so much. Sam grinned back while he placed a gentle hand over Alkaya's baby bump.

Both young parents to be let out happy chuckles when a certain special somebody gave a small kick to acknowledge their father's warm touch.

" Looks like Peanut doesn't mind the extra affection either." Smiled Alkaya as she covered Sam's hand with her own.

The two of them enjoyed half and hour of simply being before Alkaya proposed something interesting to do for the day.

Sam was all for it and left Alkaya to get herself ready while he headed downstairs.

When he reached the first floor, he found Dean and John sitting in the livingroom while Missouri was halfway through her cup of afternoon tea.

" Hey, me and Alkaya are gonna go shopping, any of you guys wanna come?"