Beneath my Skin

Sam stretched his arms over his head and headed out side, a yawn escaped his mouth, and he shook his head. He had slept the best he ever had last night, it was like everything was falling into place, like he didn't have a care in the world. That and the fact Max had said she knew someone who could help with his abilities, well for the first time in a long time, he thought they could win this war.

He could hear the signs of heavy breathing and what sounded like fists hitting something over and over again. He raised his brow in wonder and against his better judgment followed the noise.

He exited the house and went round to where the training area was, and that was where he found Dean, letting lose with devastating lefts and rights on a punch bag. Sam raised his brow again he had never seen Dean so frustrated to the point where he would take it out on a punch bag. No scratch that he had, but that had been the night he had left for collage. Whatever was eating his brother must have been big.

"Dean?" Sam questioned walking closer to the punch bag, but Dean ignored him and continued to hit the bag. Sam shook his head it was him leaving for collage all over again. Sam sighed before taking the bag into his hands, giving Dean more leverage to hit the bag harder, which he did, causing the bag to bash repeatedly into Sams side.

"Should it not be me doing that, after all I was the one who was possessed and nearly killed you all" Sam joked slightly trying to lighten the hostile mood his brother was in. iy was like he was trying to get years worth of frustrations out of his body.

Dean stopped hitting the bag and for the first time since Sam had arrived did he acknowledge his brothers presence. Dean seemed to deflate before his eyes and Sam was momentarily taken back by the sudden change in front of him.

"Dean?" Dean closed his head and exhaled slowly. Sam just stood in front of him waiting for him to continue, waiting for him to say something that would let him no he was ok.

Dean opened his eyes and looked over at his brother, the one person who had always been there for him, the one person he had vowed to protect, the one person he was so closed to losing.

"Promise me something" He said looked over at Sam deadly serious. Sam nodded his head slowly and raised his brow, this was becoming seriously close to a chick flick moment which he knew his brother hated. Something had happened, something that had scared his brother, and he wanted to know what.

"Dean what?" Dean ran a hand over his face, he knew how he sounded, knew that he was seriously out of character, but he couldn't help but get a feeling something was going to happen something big.

"If something happens to me, I need to know that your going to fight that son of a bitch" Sam raised his brow he really didn't like what his brother was saying, he didn't like the look in his eyes.

"Nothings going to happen to you Dean" Sam stated with conviction walking over to him and placing his hand onto his shoulder. Dean shook his head and placed his own hand onto Sams shoulder.

"Promise me" Sam opened his mouth but closed it again, he nodded his head slowly.

"I promise"

Three hours later

John headed through to the kitchen and found Max with her back to him staring out of the window. He hesitated a second before entering all the way, he cleared his throat and had to jump out of the way to miss the knife that Max threw his way.

Her eyes widened in shock as she let herself against the counter, she looked over at him and pushed her hair out of her face.

"O god John im so sorry, I was" John nodded his head and pulled the knife from the wall before handing it over to her. He nodded his head to the table and she smiled before sitting down.

"Miles away" She nodded her head and he chuckled softly.

"Anything you want to talk about" Max looked up and bit the inside of her cheek, it had been far to long the last time she had a father figure, someone who could tell her what to do, someone who could help her, tell her that she was doing good.

She smiled in his direction and shook her head slowly, John raised his brow he could tell something was wrong, but he knew better then to push, if she wanted to say something then she would come to him if and when she wanted to.

"Well im here if you need to unload" Max smiled her thanks, and contemplated telling him. But how could she explain that she was slowly falling for his son, but the last time she had allowed herself to feel something, she had watched as he bleed to death in front of her and been able to do nothing about it. That she was to afraid to let herself get attached in case the same thing happened again. She shook her no, she could deal with this she could, she would just have to stay away from him, eliminate the object of his attraction and they would be both all right.

"I should get going, Tristan wants some help with Sam" John nodded his head in her direction and watched as she left the kitchen.

Two hours later

John rounded the house and watched as both Tristan and Max stood in front of his son guiding him through what ever they were asking him to do. Max turned her head and nodded in his direction before signaling that he should come over. He nodded his head and headed over to them.

"Well he took to it quicker then we would have thought, he can now use his telekinesis" Max said proudly beaming down at Sam who was red from the effort. John smiled down at his son.

"That's good right?" He questioned and Sam nodded his head. His brow creasing up in pain. John looked down at him in worry as Sam cried out in pain, his hands clenching into fist at his temples. Both Max and Tristan fell to their knees at his side, Max taking hold of his hands Tristan grabbing hold of the side of his head.

"Sam I need you to breath, concentrate on my voice, Sam breath through it your almost threw" Sam came back with a shuddering gasp, tears leaking from his eyes his hands violently shaking.

"Sam what did you see" His father asked in a worried voice, he had never seen Sam have a vision but from what he had heard the way Sam was behaving now was not normal.

"I" He repleie his eyes seeking out his father.

The explosion rocketed thought the air it came out of no where and knocked the four of them of their feet knocking them backwards. Their bodies skidding on the floor. Max hitting a tree and fell to the floor unconscious, Sam, John and Tristan hitting the floor, each of them falling into the blackness.

Sam was the first one to stir his hand going to his head, he pulled it away only to find it covered in blood. He groaned in pain and rolled onto his side his eyes taking in his father who was to begging to stir. He moaned in pain again and used his uninjured arm to push himself up his eyes taking gin the wreck that was the cottage.

Then the vision came crashing back down on him, and he had to fight the urge to be sick, he had seen it, he had seen the explosion before it had happened. But that wasn't what was causing the bile to rise in his throat. He had seen the explosion through the one and only person who was in the house at the time it exploded. The one person who only hours before had begged him to continuing fighting.

"DEAN"