Concentrating on my energy, which is the founding element rarely expressed in boring texts, I think of hot flames. I picture them flickering and burning as I transfer several ounces of energy into my hands. When I open them, two small fires are nestled in my palms and I feel a slight drain from my strength.
"Holy shit, that's cool." I hear Dean say.
We're sitting in room B6 of some type of Inn we passed on our way to God knows where.
"What else can you do?" Sam asks almost cautiously.
"Water, Wind, and my personal favorite, Earth." I say, closing my hands and extinguishing the flames. "It all uses energy, though, which is also an element I can control. To some extent."
"Like lightning bolts?" Dean asks with a childish grin on his face. "Do it."
I laugh. "While electrocuting you would be fun, I still have a lot of questions. Besides, it wares me out the most. It takes energy to use all of the elements, so when I release pure energy, it takes longer to gain it back."
Sam releases a breath in what sounds like relief. He takes out his laptop and sets it up, doing more research I assume.
"So what other powers have you guys found?" I think out loud.
"We just met a real friendly guy with telekinesis." Dean says, digging into a bag of chips and stuffing them in his face. "But he blew his brains out."
My eyebrows rise in curiosity, but I let it go. "So where are we going? Am I safe to go home?"
Sam and Dean exchange a look, before Sam shuts his laptop and turns to me. "We're not sure. These demons – they're planning something. They're trying to use us to build an army of some kind."
"Well, they're doing a great job of "using" us. Isn't everyone with a power turning up dead?" I question back.
"That's the confusing part." Sam replies.
"Thing is, they seem to really want ol' Sammy here." Dean says, now sorting through a pile of guns and canisters.
My mind's whirling in thought. "So what are you trying to do? Kill all of these demons before they kill us?"
"Exactly." Dean responds, cocking a gun and glancing over at me.
"We think you should stay with us for a while." Sam says. "We'll head South and take you to our friend Bobby's house. He'll take care of you, and anyone else we find, until we figure this entire thing out."
I stare at him in shock. He wants to take me out of my home, tell me demons are after me and my other power-wielding cohorts, and then dump me off at his friend's house? I laugh.
"Um, I think not." I tell them. "I'm coming with you guys. I want to help."
"Listen. No offense, Zeus, but we've got things covered." Dean says.
I narrow my eyes and look over at Sam. "It's just dangerous. We don't want you to get hurt." he adds.
I scoff at them. "You just pulled out a gun and shot the sucker. It can't be that hard." I get up and start pacing. "Let me help. I can help."
"That wasn't just any gun, sweetheart. Not that you'd know how to shoot it if it was." Dean smirks.
"Idiots." I mumble. I reach over towards a gun on the side table. Sam and Dean instantly stand up, but I start taking it apart with expert skill, and then putting it back together. I look up at them and smirk. "I know how to handle a gun." I click the safety on and place it back on the table. "And what's it filled with, anyway?" I look up at them.
Sam and Dean both look completely shocked, but Sam surprisingly recovers faster and answers "rock salt."
I instantly grin, formulating a plan. "Is that how you kill demons? Rock salt?"
"No. It just holds them off; it won't let them enter doorways. Those guns are for ghosts" Sam starts to explain. I look over at the door and notice it's filled with a small line of rock salt. I never even noticed they put it there.
I close my eyes, call on my energy, and think of the pure form of salt. Channeling it towards the door, I release it, resulting in an avalanche of pure salt crystals to barricade the door three inches thick.
"Still think I'll get in the way?" I ask them.
"Neat trick, but it still won't kill a demon." Dean retorts, although he looks impressed.
"Then what will? Even if I don't go with you guys, you should at least let me know how to protect myself." It's a good argument, and I know it'll at least hit with Sam.
I'm right. Sam sighs, and then tells me everything. I learn about holy water (which in actuality is just water blessed by holy spirits. All you have to do is throw in a cross and chant some Latin), demon traps, and most importantly – the Colt, which currently has three bullets left. Thanks to it (and Dean, I reluctantly admit), my heart is still beating.
"Can I see it?" I ask.
"No." Dean and Sam both say at the same time. I look at them stubbornly, but neither of them let up. I roll my eyes, walk over to Sam's laptop without permission, and start researching.
Sam and Dean look over at each other, and huddle in a corner to talk. I hear a lot of whispered shouts, but I ignore them and keep Googling. After countless aimless clicks, I finally find what I'm looking for. "Just what I thought." I mumbled.
"What?" Dean and Sam simultaneously ask.
"Oh, nothing." I reply, looking at the screen and clicking around some more. Dean continues to stare at me with a hateful glare, but I keep clicking away. I'll get carpel tunnel if they don't ask again soon. I look at the screen, raise my eyebrows in surprise, and whistle lightly.
"WHAT?!" Dean practically shouts.
"Take a look at this." I say, flipping the laptop towards them. They both start over towards the screen, while I get up and slowly inch myself closer to the Colt.
Sam and Dean are immersed in one of the short stories I wrote for my college a few months ago. It was for one of my fiction writing classes, and I described a fake story of ghosts, demons, and vampires – it should keep them preoccupied long enough for me to find out how to be useful.
As soon as I grab the Colt, I'm hit with a blast of energy so strong my hair sticks straight up on my arms. I feared this – the gun's bullets, I can tell just from focusing on them, are some kind of pure energy formed by wild herbs - angelica, bettony and peony. The potency of them is extremely strong, fused together with some kind of binding magic inside a pure silver shell.
"Hey!" either Dean or Sam exclaims. I instantly drop the gun, following it onto the floor in a heap of exhaustion. I take slow breaths in and out, trying to regain the energy it took to concentrate on the Colt's essence.
"I know how to make more bullets." I tell them. I know it won't be easy, but I'm almost certain I can form them. "But you have to take me with you."