Hey guys, guess what??? I fell out of bed this morning… And I do mean literally! My alarm went off, and I only had time to think, 'Oh shit, this is gonna hurt!' Then I hit the floor… Didn't feel so great, (Those fricken beds are so high off the floor, like five feet before you hit) but I twisted my knee enough to have to sit out the gym, so there was actually time to finish this chapter!!!
Yay for my clumsiness!! (I swear I trip over nothing, my roommate says it's really funny to watch though… )
Okay, anyway, here's chapter 17... Wow I'm really getting up in those chapter numbers huh?
Enjoy.
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'Looking back I clearly see
What it is that's killing me
Through the eyes of one I know
I see a vision once let go
I had it all'
Open Your Eyes - Alter Bridge
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"You sure this is gonna work?" Sam asked Missouri apprehensively. He gripped the armrests of the chair he was seated in, and swallowed hard, not knowing if he really wanted to know the answer.
"No." Missouri said simply, and Sam gawked at her. "But," she added with a stern voice, "this is your best chance, and without us even trying it, your chances of living past the end of the week are slim to none." Sam paled and nodded, knowing that even if he didn't want to take the chance, there was really no other option.
"Okay," he nodded, trying to force his white knuckled grip to loosen on the chair.
"It'll be okay Sam," Dean said softly from where he was standing propped against the sink behind him. He stepped forward and dropped a steadying hand on Sam shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly when he found all the muscles tense in his grip.
You're only so sure, because you're not the one that's going to have the psychic equivalent of a 'Nuke' implanted in his brain. Sam thought spitefully, instantly regretting it when he thought of everything Dean had gone through to get the both of them to where they were today.
He looked up and saw Missouri nodding, and knew without a doubt that the older woman had been reading his thoughts.
'Poor boy.' The thought floated into his mind, Missouri's voice attached to it, and Sam's eyes widened, startled.
Missouri's eyes locked onto his, and narrowed, her lips pursing as she studied him. Her eyes tightened as she read what he had done, unconsciously or not, before she tersely shook her head.
"We have to start now," she said lowly, seeing bright flashes starting to beat at Sam. The mind reading had just been the start of the next onslaught of psychic power, and she didn't know if Sam was strong enough to handle another attack.
A sharp indrawn breath made her look up at Dean, who although was behind this plan wasn't especially happy with everything that was about to happen. But she told herself, it has to be done or Sam'll die.
She saw Sam's face pale, and knew instinctively that the younger man had heard that thought as well. She smiled sadly at him, and raised her hands off her lap to rest them on the table. She turned her palms upward and looked pointedly at Sam, who hesitantly raised his own arms and placed his hands in hers.
She curled her fingers around his bigger ones, and closed her eyes, giving him no other warning than the tightening of her hands around his, before she was pushing into his mind.
She heard Sam moan both in his mind and outside. She felt Dean's surge of protective energy at the small sound and was both pleased and a little hurt by it. She would never hurt Sam, and she had never given either man reason to think otherwise.
Pushing past her own feelings, she wove her way through Sam's mind, opting around walls and memories, searching for the locked wall that was holding him back. The wall that was hurting him, and that would kill him if it was allowed to stay.
Flashes of Dean and Sam throughout his life kept wafting their way through her as she dug deeper into the recesses of Sam's mind. She found herself alternately smiling and frowning as the memories swept through her, depending on what the situation or memory itself called for.
Finally as she was digging through the fire and death of Jessica and the pain it brought Sam, she found the wall. The place seemed about right, set right about the time that Sam had come into his abilities.
The wall itself was like a barricade, padlocked and chained so it held through anything. It looked thick, and Missouri found herself doubting her own talents, before squashing those thoughts down, and looking the wall over.
She searched for any weakness the fortress might hold, intending to set off the 'bomb' as Sam so liked to call it, in the place where it would do the most damage. Where it would tear the wall down faster and easier, so she could spare Sam any pain, and lessen the risk of damaging his mind.
She felt tension start to roll through Sam in waves, anxious thoughts beating at him as more time passed, and she looked harder. Finally, finding a crack where Sam's powers had been leaking through, she planted what looked like a pipe bomb of her own psychic energy in the wall.
She turned to leave just as flashes and walls of color started to beat at her, to beat at Sam. She threw herself clear of his mind just as his whole body pulled taught, an his eyes rolled back. His neck pulled back, tense, and his back bowed against the onslaught. She reached back in and set the 'bomb' off, pulling back just as quickly to watch Sam jerk harshly twice before going pliant and still under Dean's hands.
The older man looked alarmed, dropping to his knees and catching Sam as he started to slide off the chair. A thin trickle of blood made its way over his top lip, and down his chin, but it stopped as quickly as it had started, and Sam moaned, twitching in Dean's grip.
"Sammy?" The concern was clear in Dean's voice, but the relief could be heard just as easily.
"De'?" Sam asked, the groaned and opened his eyes. His gaze immediately sought out Dean's, locking with the older brother, a full communication done using just his eyes.
"Yeah, you're okay?" Dean asked, his eyes swinging between the younger man and Missouri asking both of them the question.
"I dunno," Sam breathed, looking up at Missouri, "Did it work?" He asked, excitement and fear mingled into a new tone.
"I think it did." Missouri said with a soft smile, holding out her hand to the younger psychic once more.
Sam nodded and took the hand with an eager smile. Missouri was instantly allowed access to his mind, and seeking out the wall, she saw it lay in shambles, resembling nothing more than a pile of rocks. She pulled out and nodded at him.
"It worked." She said with a smile and a nod to herself.
"Awesome." Sam breathed. Not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. He added mentally.
Not as bad as any of us thought it was going to be. Missouri added in her own mind.
Sam's head swiveled back to her, and she knew that he was still hearing her thoughts. "But-" Sam cut himself off, waving his hands in a weak imitation of a flailing man drowning. He frowned to himself before asking, "Is this going to be a permanent thing?"
What?
Yes.
Both voices hit him at once in his mind, and he pulled back, taking a deep breath before looking at both Dean and Missouri. "Okay this is just weird." Dean looked at him like he was losing his mind, and Missouri smiled at him knowingly.
What the hell is going on? Dean.
"I can hear your thoughts, big brother, that's what's going on."
Dean gaped.
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A/N: OMG!! I loved this chapter… Tell me what you think. Although I wonder if I would even be mad at myself if someone said they hated this chapter…
The ending was so much fun to write!!!
Take care,
DS