Dean was stood outside. He was holding a small piece of scrap metal. Bobby had said the best way for him to control his fire powers was to practice getting something to the point of melting. This was easier said than done.
Dean had been trying to melt this small piece, no bigger than the palm of his hand, for about three hours now and he was seriously bored. His focus kept slipping onto something random, once or twice he thought about what Cas might be doing. "GAH! That's it I can't do this now, I'm freaking bored!" And with that, Dean stormed inside.
Sam had been spending his time meditating trying to focus his attention on one person's thoughts. Adam was this designated person and had spent the last three hours thinking about how weird it was that his brothers now had mutant powers. Sam's meditation had been mildly more successful than Dean's melting of scrap metal.
Now, Sam could block out all other thoughts but the ones he wanted to hear, although only for a couple seconds.
Just as Sam was slipping back into hearing everyone's thoughts all the time, he heard Dean thinking and yelling rather aggressively, before he stormed into the house. "I can't do this, Sammy!"
"Yes you can Dean, you just need to practice," Sam told his older brother as he and Adam stood form the lounge floor.
"Well I've been stood out there for three hours and I still haven't managed to melt the goddamn piece of metal!" Dean yelled, Sam got it in stereo as he heard the thought as it was spoken.
"It'll take longer than a day, ya idjit," Bobby said, as he entered the room with four open beers. He passed the bottles out.
Dean took a large mouthful. "It's really friggin difficult Bobby," Dean grumbled.
"If ya don't keep at it," Bobby said. "How a'ya ever gonna do it?"
Dean grumbled unintelligibly and traipsed back outside.
The next day, Dean managed to melt the scrap and celebrated by throwing a glob of molten metal up into the air. Which, in hindsight, he realises was a bad idea. The glob landed in his hair, and that's how he learnt that however hot something was it wouldn't burn him or his clothes. Which was good to know.
Sam had learnt to separate his mind from those of everyone elses. This meant he now knew which thoughts were his own. He could now hold his focus on one particular mind for a full minute. Both of the brothers had gotten rather far in terms of how incontrol they now were.
Keeping this in mind, Bobby decided they should watch the Fantastic Four that night. Everytime the Human Torch did something Dean instantly thought, and said, "Maybe I can do that." Which was getting slightly annoying for the three other patrons watching the film.
After about ten times, Bobby lost his temper. "Will you shut up, ya goddamn idjit?"
The days continued and Dean learnt that he could indeed do many of the things the Human Torch could do. He could create jets of flame, he could instantly dry himself off, he could coat himself in flames and... well he didn't know if he could fly and he didn't per say want to find out unless he was falling to his death...
Sam had learnt he could project his thoughts, make it sound like his voice was coming from several different directions at once, read peoples minds for their thoughts and feelings and he had discovered he could enter a person's dreams. He had accidentally entered Dean's dream the night before and he planned never to do it again.
After about 2 weeks at Bobby's Sam and Dean had almost complete control over their powers and today was the day Adam was to have his cast off.
Dean drove him to the hospital and stayed with him in the waiting room as they waited for his appointment. It took a rather long time and after about three hours, the appointment was meant to be two hours ago, a nurse came out. He held up a clipboard looked at the name and then into the room. "Adam Milligan?" He called. Adam gripped his crutches and pushed himself out of his chair, Dean rose beside him and the two followed the nurse to the Doctor's office.
A further hour later saw Dean and Adam leaving the hospital, Adam's leg no longer encased in plaster. The youngest brother now had a single crutch and strict orders from the Doctor, a relatively young man with a scruffy beard but immaculate everything else, to not walk around unless strictly necessary. Adam, of course, was already aware of this and had said, or thought Sam had said it but whatever, almost exactly what the Doctor had told them. This enforced bed rest was to be undergone for a further week, just to be safe.
Adam was fine with this, Sam and Dean had agreed to stay at Bobby's until the kid was up and about again.
By the end of that weak Adam was feeling fine, and Sam and Dean had as good control of their powers as they were going to get without some proper experience.
Dean had started using his powers as a replacement for tools. If he needed a blow torch or soldering iron he'd just use his powers, he used them to melt cheese, boil water and once he even made toast. His using his powers to cook meant that he almost always smelt like a barbecue now. Nobody was complaining though, they got to eat barbecue quite a lot.
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