A/N: Sorry people for such the long, long, long delay between updates. (grave face) I've been ill…very ill… LOL.

No, actually, in complete honesty, my muse kind of croaked on me, so blame it. So updates will come… whenever she revives.


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Also, I want to once more thank Ridley C. James for allowing me to use her characters.
Logan rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, not completely at ease with disclosing his secret… something he had safe-guarded viciously for years.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to decide where to begin. "Uhh… have either of you heard of Eyes Only?"

Both brothers nodded, and Dean said. "Yeah, the dude's righteous… exposing corruption all over, never been wrong yet."

Logan relaxed minutely at that, and gave a small half-smile. "Uh… well, um, I'm Eyes Only."

Both brothers stared at him for a moment.

Sam merely looked shocked, but a rather amused grin spread across Dean's healing, but still battered face.

"So that's how you dug up all that stuff about us." he said simply.

"Uhh… yeah," Logan looked at the brothers. "So what about Sam?"

Both brothers closes their eyes briefly. Finally Sam eventually spoke up. "I'm… um… psychic."

There was a long moment of silence before Logan finally asked weakly. "Psychic?"

"Yeah, um… I have visions… of the future."

Alec could tell from Sam's hesitant voice that he was leaving something out.

So he raised an inquiring eyebrow. "What else?"

Sam looked surprised… and nervous, "What do you m-mean? I just told you."

"But I can tell in your voice that there's something else. So what is it?"


Sam winced. He still wasn't comfortable with his visions… let alone the other.

Yes, he did have another ability, but it was one he was uneasy with. And to this day, the memories were still painful… as the telekinesis was one that Max Miller had and look how he turned out.

And Dean had almost died.

He would have died… if it hadn't had been for a timely vision that conveniently showed Max use his abilities to turn the gun on Dean… and deliver that fatal shot to the head.

Sam had been trapped in the closet, (a dresser shoved in front of the door preventing him escaping)… also courtesy of Max, when he received the vision. Horrified at the thought of losing the only person in his life he could count on… Sam tapped into the power he didn't even know he possessed...and telekinetically shoved the dresser away from the door.

And he saved his brother… although Max ended up taking his own life.

"Sammy," Dean spoke now. He had correctly read the expression on his brother's face and he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "You don't have to say anything."

"But-" Alec started to protest.

His twin… or clone turned, taking a step towards Alec, who was stunned to find himself hard-pressed not to recoil.

"Maybe your transgenic hearing isn't working so well? I said he doesn't have to say anything." Dean's voice was cold, hard, and flat.


Alec had done many dangerous things in his life, so this guy…his twin… shouldn't have scared him.

Yet, he did… maybe it's because you recognize that look in his eyes, Alec, a little voice inside his head asked. Because it's that look you got when you were at Manticore, ripping apart a convict with your bare hands at the tender age of eight? When you were out on assignments, before you put a bullet, point-blank in the back of someone's skull? As you garroted Simon Lehane? It's the look of a killer, pure and simple.

Despite all of that… Alec still felt a jolt of fear.

And he didn't like it.

Not one bit


Dean was about to take another step towards Alec, when a hand fell on his arm, and squeezed gently.

Sam's hand, who also smiled at him reassuringly.

"It's okay man," Sam took a deep breath, centering himself. "I-I can handle it."

The older Winchester gave the younger a probing stare. "You sure? 'Cause you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to."

"No-no it's fine… I mean we made it out okay… you made it out okay."

He turned back to Alec and Logan, who were still staring at him curiously.

"Ah… about a month ago, I had a vision… about a guy trapped in his car, asphyxiating from the fumes. I got the license plate number, found out it belonged to a guy named Jim Miller from Michigan. Dean and I drove there as fast as we could… but got there just as they were loading him into the body bag… and everybody believed that it was simply a suicide, but I knew it wasn't."

Sam looked down now, looking slightly sheepish. "So we… uh, attended Jim's wake dressed up as priests, trying to get information. Dean talks Jim's wife, Alice… and I talk to their son, Max."

Alec raised a eyebrow, as he heard the tone in Sam's voice. "I'm taking it that Max is the villain in this story here."

Sam swallowed hard. "Uh yeah… to make a long story short… it turns out that Max had powers too. Telekinesis, only his was incredibly developed. His father and his uncle had been abusing him, so he used his powers to kill them-"

"He killed his uncle, too?" Alec asked.

"Yeah… his name was Roger Miller… he uh, got decapitated by a falling window. I had a promotion about that, too, but obviously-"

"Wasn't your fault Sammy," Dean stared hard at his brother, cutting off his brother's guilt at the pass. "It was Max's fault, and their own, for abusing him all those years."

His brother nodded and inhaled, then let it out slowly.

He slowly told them the rest of it, too. How Max was going to kill Alice, for letting the abuse go on and not doing anything to stop it.

"I tried to talk him down… but he threw me into a closet with his telekinesis, and blocked it with a huge cupboard. No way out," he paused for a moment. "And while I was in there, I had a vision…"

Alec looked at him sympathetically, hearing the undertone. "I take it that it wasn't good?"

Sam shook his head. "No. It was Dean… dying. Max shot him in the head when he wouldn't let him kill his step-mother."

The young transgenic looked over at his twin. "But you're still alive…?" he let the question dangle.

Dean leaned back against the wall, and replied. "Ask Sammy… that is if he still feels like talking."

Alec noted that the identical jade-green eyes still held a sign of warning.

Sam seemed to notice this as well as he placed a calming hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Anyway… I was trapped in the closet and I had just had a vision of my brother being killed… I dunno… something happened."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Something as in…?"

"I-uh-well… apparently I have telekinetic ability as well. Triggered by the vision… I guess it was some kind of freak adrenaline thing, so I was able to shove the cupboard away and open the door," Sam exhaled deeply. "So I was able to save Dean, and I tried to talk to Max… but he wouldn't listen. He ended up committing suicide."

Alec winced. "That had to suck out loud. So you have visions and you're telekinetic?"

The younger Winchester blinked in surprise… that was phrase that was often used by his older brother. Until now, he had never heard anyone else utter it.

Now it's coming out of the mouth of his… clone, of all people. How incredibly… freaky is that?

He filed it away for future reference.

Then he gave a helpless-looking gesture as he turned his attention back present. "I was only able to use the telekinesis that one time… but yeah, I still have the visions."

Dean shot his brother a look that plainly said Okay geek boy, you told 'em… but don't you dare say anything else… like Max's mother dying in the exact same way as ours.

Sam gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Content, Dean turned his attention back to Alec and Logan. "Satisfied now?"

"About Sam? Absolutely… I do have one question though." Logan eyed both of the brothers. "Why exactly are you here?"

"Heard reports of strange… creatures floating around. Dog-like creature, lizard-man… we weren't sure what they were. Especially when we discovered some bodies had shown up mauled."

"Hey hey…" Alec held up a defensive hand. "If you're thinking one of our people did it, no way. Some of may look a little like animals… but they're more human than a lotta the scumbags out there."

Both of the Winchester exchanged strange looks. "Huh?"

Alec realized then that he'd slipped up. "Some of our genetically enhanced brethren… the earlier models, well... a few of them don't exactly look… human."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You wanna run that by me more thoroughly?"

Biting his lip, Alec continued. "Well… for starters there's Joshua… he's a dog-man." he rummaged around on Logan's desk for a moment, then came up with a newspaper and tossed it to the older Winchester.

On the cover was a picture was a guy who did indeed behold both human and canine features… but mostly canine, from what Dean could see.

Alec began to immediately defend his friend, his 'big fella'. "Despite his looks, he's gentle as a puppy… no pun intended."

Dean held up a hand, stalling the argument. "Wasn't going to say he was… but our father called and told us about some strange creatures wandering around Seattle… but these killings seem to be the work of werewolves… also known as lycanthropes but the lunar cycle isn't right."

Alec and Logan exchanged glances. "Werewolves?" Logan asked weakly.

"Yeah," Dean limping slightly on his still-healing leg, walked over and picked up his father's journal, flipped through some pages before landing on one. Handed it to the other men.

Who peered at it eagerly.

There was a illustration, drawn by hand, but no less chilling had it been a professional picture.

Below that was a written description of a werewolf.

Werewolves are entities that are human but shape shift into wolf form during certain lunar timeframes. This phenomenon is also referred to as lycanthropy, for the Greek lykoi wolf and anthropos , man . The change from man to wolf is held to be possible by witchcraft or magic, and can be voluntary or forced by certain cycles of the moon and certain sounds (such as howling).

The only way to kill a werewolf is with a silver bullet.

Alec raised an inquiring eyebrow. "These… things actually exist?"

"Yeah. They're nasty, but there are worse things. Take Rawheads, for instance. I really hate Rawheads." Dean replied.

That earned him another look. "A… Rawhead?"

"It's a creature that steals and eats kids. Nasty little fuckers. Ugly as hell, too."

Again, Logan and Alec exchanged glances.

And they thought transgenics were the strangest things out there.


(sighs) There you go... and I'm sorry it took forever, and looking it over... it's an awful chapter. Horrible. But my muse has gone away on an extended vacation and the words just don't seem to want to come.