Kira went to change, no longer afraid; while Dean had his dressing changed and was helped into a t-shirt.
"Another few days and the stitches can come out."
"Sammy, shut the hell up. I'd like to keep my appetite." Kira came back to the room in a white top and jeans. Her shoes were untied.
"Sam, would you mind tying my shoes? My arm hurts too much to bend like that." Her face turned red.
You don't have to be embarrassed. You should have seen the time I had to buckle Dean's belt. Kira burst out laughing.
"Dude, knock it off. You're freakin' me out." Sam and Kira both laughed. All three walked down the block to the diner. After lunch Sam looked at Dean.
"Are you up for helping me, man?"
"Helping you what?"
"Practice. I need to learn how to control the force behind my telekinesis."
"Are you sure, Sammy? You know what happened last time…"
"We'll hop in the Impala. Go somewhere secluded."
"I'll bring Supper." Kira said. She went to her suite to prepare a picnic.
Sam stared at Dean.
"What?" He asked.
"Do I freak you out?"
"No Sammy. I just worry."
"I gotta learn, Dean. Every time I've been forced to use this I've killed someone."
"They were bastards."
"They were still people. I don't want to become a killer, Dean. I don't want to hurt you or Kira, because I get pissed and can't control it." He said in a rush. "Please, you said you'd be there for me in this."
"I will."
Kira came back, struggling under the weight of a huge picnic basket, trying to carry it one handed. Sam took it from her and put her pills in it.
"Before we go, I want to change the dressing on your arm."
"It makes me sick to look at it."
"Then don't look, but it has to be done."
"I know." Sam sat her down on the bed and brought the med kit over from the table where he'd re-dressed Dean's wound earlier. He loosened the tape and unwound the gauze. When he removed more slightly blood stained gauze Kira gasped and turned her head.
It's okay. Sam soothed, finding he was beginning to like his new ability, their new ability. He loved sharing ti with her alone.
It's ugly.
You're beautiful.
He rewrapped her arm after putting antibiotic cream and new gauze on it.
"Let's go." He pulled her up and kept a hold on her hand. Dean led the way, pulling out his keys. Sam put the basket in the back seat next to Kira, and rode his customary shotgun. Twenty minutes later they were pulling off onto a dirt road. They drove a couple hundred yards and found a clearing.
"Dean, this will do." Sam said, looking around. They got out of the car.
"Last time you did this, you passed out on me from the pain. I can't carry your ass with a bum shoulder. Tell me when you start to hurt."
"If he doesn't, I will. I'll know." Kira piped up.
"Where do you want to start, Sammy?" Dean asked after Sam spread the blanket for Kira to sit on. She sat with her arm on her lap and leaned to the side, resting on her good elbow. She watched Sam and Dean intently, once again marveling at their relationship. Strange things happened in their lives everyday, and no matter what they took it in stride, together.
"There are lots of rocks. I could try to move them."
"Okay. Go for it." Dean picked up a flat rock, about the size of a saucer. "Take this out of my hand and put it back where it came from."
Sam concentrated on the rock Dean had in his hand. It vibrated in his palm and lifted by itself. Floating to the left it eased back into its imprint on the ground. Sam let out a breath, blinking his eyes. Dean pointed to another rock about three feet away.
"That one's flat, too. Stack it on the one you just moved." Sam breathed deeply and stared, concentration furrowing his brow. The rock pulled free, jerking into the air to hover about a foot above its imprint. It slowly moved the three feet and wavered in mid air. Sam had begun to sweat. The rock descended to lie on the other one and slid off. Sam doubled over with a groan.
"Dean, his head." Kira said, massaging her own temple. Some part of her had connected with Sam.
"That's enough for now, Sasquatch. Sit down for a while." Dean guided Sam to the blanket and he sat, closing his eyes. Dean handed him a bottle of iced tea. He drank half thirstily, and capped the rest.
"You did well. Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"It still hurts, but not as badly." Sam replied, touching his right temple.
Kira sat up straight, reaching for Sam. Come here. Sam stretched out on the blanket and rested his head in her lap. She brushed back his hair with her good hand and massaged his temple. Thanks. He thought, closing his eyes.
Dean watched the non-exchange thoughtfully. Five minutes later Sam sat up and looked at Dean.
"I want to try something else."
"Sammy, you need to take it slow. You'll make yourself sick."
"He's right, Sam."
"I wasn't talking about the telekinesis. I was talking about the telepathy."