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Chapter 11:
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"And?" Dean asked impatiently when she didn't continue.
"And his mind isn't ready for that kind of power." She said finally. Dean turned slowly to look at her, fear written clearly on his face.
"What do you mean, not ready?" He asked carefully, afraid of the answer.
Missouri held steady, looking him straight in the eye and sighing before saying, "It means, that if we can't get Sam's mind to catch up with his powers, they will kill him.
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'Close
my eyes theses voices say
Haunting me, I can't escape
For
you, just you
Time will always wait
While I throw away what I
can't replace'
Red – Hide
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Dean had sat and stared at Sam for over an hour, afraid if he looked away, even for a second, the younger man would disappear. Missouri's words had hit him like a physical punch, leaving him gaping and trying to find air for his suddenly empty lungs.
He had known there was something seriously wrong with Sam, and had even glanced at the fact that it may have been bad enough to kill him, but to hear someone voice those thoughts out loud…
It was too much to take in.
He had practically raised Sam; had watched him go from a newborn to a stumbling toddler, to a gawky teenager, and finally to a strong man- to lose him now would kill Dean. He had lost him once, and had gone through Hell to get him back, he couldn't do it again.
He couldn't lose him again.
Watching his brother fall in Cold Oak, feeling him go limp and stop breathing in his arms as they knelt in the mud, it had been worse than anything he had gone through in hell. It had broken him faster and more efficiently than anything else ever could.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts barreling through him, Dean scrubbed a well calloused hand over his face, and pushed himself up.
Sam wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and he needed a drink.
A drink that was sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him when he walked into the kitchen. The whiskey burned a path down his throat, but Dean relished in it, needed it, needed something to tear him away from thoughts of Sam dying.
He put the glass down on the counter and used his hands to brace himself against the edge of the sink. Dropping his head down, Dean closed his eyes and just breathed, telling himself that they would get through whatever was going on with Sam, that in the end it would be okay.
There was no way to live with any other alternative.
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Sam pushed heavy lids open, wincing at the pain that lanced through his head. Only flashes of what had happened early had stayed with him. He remembered the pain and the voices for the most part, but he didn't remember what had been said and what had happened to the outside world while he had been stuck as a prisoner within his own mind.
The world shifted in and out before steadying and Sam's gaze focussed on the floral print of the old couch he was laying on. There was no one else in the room, but he could hear Dean's snores from the room they shared upstairs, and he could hear Missouri puttering around in her small kitchen.
He groaned and blinked, using his left hand to push himself up enough to roll over. The tv was on and set to a low hum, the words not registering, only the soft sound as the images on the screen flicked and changed.
He heard the shift and change as Missouri noticed he was awake and looked up as minutes later she bustled into the room, a glass of water and two small white pills held in her hands. Her mouth was turned in a slight frown, and Sam saw the clear worry on her face as she read him.
Sam knew there was pain and confusion on his own face, in his own mind. He had no idea what was happening to him, and he was afraid what that change would do to him in the end.
When Missouri got within five feet of him, the voices seemed to kick back on, knotching louder and louder the closer she got. He groaned and twisted on the couch, pushing himself into a sitting position before scrambling to push himself to the opposite side of the couch.
When he looked up, Missouri had stopped in her tracks, sympathy and fear etched in her features as she stared at him, the water and pills now set on the table, forgotten. She backed away carefully, watching Sam's face as she did so, almost studying to see if the pain and voices lessened the farther away she was.
The noise in Sam's head died down, and he breathed a sigh of relief, before once again looking up at Missouri. "The closer you are, the worse it gets." Sam said quietly, a silent apology for her in his eyes. He shrugged and tried for a small smile.
"I know honey. I'm sorry." She said back, equally as soft. "Since I can hear other's thoughts, and those people are all in my head, I'm like a conductor, an all in one punch." She grimaced and Sam smiled sadly at her.
"Just have to watch out for that, huh?" He asked with a small laugh, unconsciously easing the white knuckled grip he had on the couch arm as Missouri crossed the kitchen's threshold. The pain had eased a little with the distant and voices like the TV had dulled to a tolerable level.
"Yeah we'll have to watch out for that." Missouri agreed with pursed lips. "You're one hell of a powerful psychic boy; we'll have to watch out for you too." She said with a rueful grin. It didn't last long before it was replaced with a troubled frown, Sam's own answering it.
"What's going on Missouri?" Sam asked tentatively, still not sure whether he wanted to know or not.
Though Missouri could sense Sam's indecision, she knew the boy needed to know. "Sam your powers are progressing at an alarming rate." She started softly, looking up to make sure he had taken in those words before continuing, "They're progressing too fast for your mind."
Sam nodded, taking in what she was saying before doing a double take on the last sentence, his head snapping to the older woman so fast he was surprised it didn't give him whiplash. "What do you mean they're progressing too fast for my mind?"
"I mean just that. They're growing too fast for your mind to be able to keep up with them, and that's what's causing the headaches, the spurts of telekinesis, and the blackouts." She looked imploringly at Sam as she finished, needing to know how he was taking everything and wanted to slap herself when she saw the utter despair there.
"Am I dying?" His voice was no more than a small whisper and for a moment Missouri saw a small child rather than a full grown adult hunter.
She hesitated before answering, wondering idly if she should leave it to Dean to tell Sam the hard truth, knowing they would both take it better knowing it was coming from family. Sucking in a hard breath she nodded carefully.
Sam's face fell. He looked like his world had collapsed, and she hurried to reassure him before he slipped farther into what looked like an impending depression.
"Child, that's worst case scenario. That will only happen if we can't get your mind to catch up with your powers." It sounded like chiding, but Missouri knew Sam had taken it as reassurance and strength when he looked up at her with a grim smile and nodded.
"Let's get the two to catch up then."
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A/N: Yay for filler chapters and determined Sam!!!
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