Beta: Wingedteen
Defiance
Courtesy of another of Sam's death visions, the Winchesters are on the hunt again. This time, though, it's different. They know that the daughter killed her father. They know she's dangerous, her telekinetic powers well beyond those of Max. There's just one problem. They don't know which one of the girls killed him.
Sam sat straight up on the bed, his heart pounding. After a second, he realised that he wasn't in a homey kitchen in Wichita, but in a cheap motel in North Platte, Nebraska. Sam slowly lowered himself back onto the mattress and rested his head on the pillow.
Sam and Dean had just cleaned up after a few werewolves, and Sam knew that Dean was looking for something else supernatural to hunt. He also knew that his brother wouldn't appreciate being woken up in the dead of night.
Once his heart rate had slowed back down, Sam slipped off his bed and walked silently to Dean's. In one quick movement, he grabbed the knife that he knew Dean kept under the pillow and pulled it out. Once he was sure that Dean had nothing else dangerous within reach that could kill him, Sam woke his brother.
As expected, Dean acted first and thought later. His hand went under his pillow, and when it encountered no knife, he jumped up and proceeded to launch himself at Sam.
Having the advantage of being awake longer (and being more of a morning person), Sam quickly ended the fight, pinning Dean to the floor. It reminded him a lot of the night that Dean had come to ask him for help finding their dad, but he didn't let himself get lost in the memory.
"Damn it, Sam!" Dean growled when he finally realised that it was his brother pinning him to the floor. Sam rolled off and Dean stood up, glaring. "You don't wake me up just for a wrestling match! I can kick your ass any time during the day!" Dean yelled, glaring at his brother.
Although Sam's eyes darkened, Sam remained calm.
"Dean, we've got to go to Wichita." Sam said. Although Dean was still half asleep, the serious tone of voice and the way Sam had woken him up hit Dean hard. He looked at his brother and nodded his confirmation of the idea, and began to clean up everything in the room.
Between them, the brothers had brought in a lot of stuff in the past week they'd been there. In half an hour, the car was packed, and they were both ready to go.
"Was it another dream?" Dean asked as they drove down the highway. Sam looked up from the map and met his brother's eyes briefly.
"Yeah." Sam answered after a minute's silence.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean pressed. He wasn't known for being indirect, Sam thought. He would let you have your space, if he thought it was a good idea, but otherwise, well, too bad.
Sam sighed to himself. He knew Dean was only trying to look out for him. It didn't help the frustration levels, though. Though Dean was sympathetic to his situation, it really would be nice if there was someone who knew what he was going through.
He always used to have one. When he was young, Dean had always seen how he felt. Sam guessed it was his fault for running away on that one. If he'd stayed Dean would probably have a better idea on how he was feeling. He'd have had more practice, and they would probably be closer to each other.
When he'd been in collage, he'd had a few friends. Not many, just enough to get through. And then he'd had Jess. She'd been able to see through his armour from the moment she's met him. The thought of Jess hurt as, yet again, he remembered that he'd had visions of her dieing before she did.
In a way, being with Dean was better then his 'college buddies' as Dean put it. Dean knew about supernatural things, so there was nothing he needed to hide from him for fear of Dean thinking he was crazy.
"Sam?" Dean's voice brought him back to the car. Dean was just worried about him.
"Yeah, umm..." Sam thought back to the dream. "There was a girl." The voice was pitched too high to be a man. "She was trying to find out about her parents. Her real parents. The man, the one who died, he seemed to be under the illusion that if he told her he was her dad, then she'd believe him." There is nothing to talk about. Do not disobey me this time. I'm your dad, your biological farther. "The girl got pissed and…" Sam trailed off
"And what?" Dean prompted, seeing his brother falling into the memories. "Sam. What, did she turn into a werewolf and bite his head off, just plain stab him or what?"
Sam seemed to come out of his trance. "She threw him across the room. I think she broke his neck." He answered.
"Wow. She's got some upper-body strength. So, remind me why we're looking into this?"
"No, that's not it." An invisible force rippled through the air and slammed the man into the bench behind him. "She didn't touch the man. It was like something invisible hit him. He died from the impact with the bench. Like I said, probably a broken neck."
"Great. A telekinetic. Just what I wanted to meet. Again." Dean cried. The last person with telekineses that they'd met had been abused all his life. He'd snapped and killed two family members, going after a third. Dean didn't think he had been that strong, though. The telekinetic had locked car doors, moved windows and knives, but Dean doubted that he had been able to send a fully grown man flying into something, let alone hard enough to break his neck.
The only way to stop him had been to get him to kill himself. By the sounds of it, it wouldn't be that easy to stop this girl.