Sam and Samantha were walking out of the building when Sam kneeled down and grabbed a sharp looking long piece of wood; possibly a piece from one of the buildings supports. Samantha looked over at him, shotgun in hand.
"I need something to defend myself with." Sam said with a smirk as he slowly got back up, weapon in hand. When Sam got to his feet he glanced over Samantha's shoulder and saw a ghoul over her shoulder.
"Drop!" he shouted as she ducked, while Sam swung his piece of wood at the ghoul's head. He knocked it to its butt; when Samantha spun around, cocked her shotgun and fired at its head, obliterating it right in front of her eyes. Samantha reached to the back of her pants and took out a handgun. She handed it to Sam.
"This is yours after all. Figured you'd fair with it better than that." She said pointing to the piece of wood in his hand. He drops it and takes the gun from her hand. They start walking when Samantha starts to talk.
"My dad kept it, and gave it to me for my first hunt. Said it meant more to him than I would ever understand." She said with a look of sadness in her eyes.
"You okay? What's wrong?" Sam asked seeing the unshed tears in her eyes.
"It's just… I understand more than my dad understands. He told me you have… had psychic powers. That you had premonitions about people about to die?"
"Yeah. I don't have them anymore. But I did have them."
"Well, I have powers as well. I can read people; feel their emotions, their energies and their emotional connections. I know how people feel, and what their true intentions are. That's why I knew you were my uncle, and that you weren't going to hurt me. I just haven't told my dad yet. I know he doesn't like psychic "freaks" as he calls us. I'm not the only one that has abilities in our town."
"You and other people in your town have abilities? Who else?" Sam asked feeling so familiar with Dean's hate towards psychics.
"My boyfriend, Collin, is a pyrokenetic. He can produce and control fire. My dad doesn't approve, but my mom did. She loved how he treated me. She noticed how happy I was more than my dad does." Samantha looks down with sadness at the memory of her mother dyeing.
"My mother died two years ago, before I met Collin. He made me feel like I wasn't alone. He lost his parents before. He says I'm lucky I only lost my mom. But that day I lost my dad as well. He lost the one person that helped him through loosing you."
"I'm going to help Dean, and I'm going to fix everything." Sam said as they continued to walk, mirroring each others gait and pace. They really were more a like than they even realized.
They were coming to the place where her team was ambushed and they could see smoke and things tossed aside like a kid who broke a toy and threw it aside. The camp was trashed.
"What happened here?" Sam asked trying to sift through the remains of the camp.
"Did you really think my dad would send me on my own without backup? This was my team that I lead straight into an ambush. I was the only one that got away. We have to keep moving. This is a hot spot for monster activity." Samantha said quickly crossing the distance to the edge of the camp, Sam behind her. He kept glancing back, not believing that this is what this world had come to. That it had destroyed its self while they were trying so hard to save it. Sam looked back to the camp with Dean's words echoing in his head…
"This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We've got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere and we're on our third "the world is screwed" issue in what, three years? And we've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already!"
"Someone's got to do it."
"What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?"
With that thought Sam turned and followed Samantha to what he hoped was a non-broken Dean.