Chapter 4


Sam walked over to Abigail and pulled her mug gently from her hands and put it down on the counter. He then pulled the hair away from her eyes and brushed it behind her ears so he could look her in the eye.

"I-I mean he doesn't have any friends, and now he has to be homeschooled because he levitated a damn pencil for show-and-tell and the kids all got scared. The teachers all told me to get him looked at, but I was in denial saying that there's nothing wrong with him! But there is…there is something really, really wrong with him." Abigail rambled feverishly as tears continued to spill down her cheeks.

"Abbey, do you mind if I go talk to him? Alone?" Sam asked in a tone just above a whisper.

Abigail looked into Sam's face, and nodded anxiously as she sniffled.

"Y-yea. Go ahead. H-he's yours too." She said with a sad chuckle.

Sam nodded and then pulled away from Abigail and went into the dining room with Dean at his heel. Sam then stood in the threshold of the doorway between the dining room and the living room, just watching his son. Dean stood behind Sam and put a gentle hand on his shoulder causing Sam to flinch at the sudden contact.

"This is weird." Sam said in an almost monotone voice.

Dean nodded, "Yea, I mean you had visions. That's it. This kid's got visions, telekinesis, telepathy you name it."

"Yea." Sam agreed brokenly. He didn't feel like reminding Dean of the one time he had used telekinesis. It was a while ago when Dean was in trouble.

Sam had, had a vision of Dean being killed, after the assailant locked Sam in the closet with the big cabinet against the door. So it came out of Sam, as he had said it was like a punch, like a freak adrenaline thing. But nonetheless, he had been the one to move the cabinet without so much as touching it.

It kind of made Sam wonder what other hidden talents he had up his sleeves.

"I'll be right here alright?" Dean told Sam with concern.

Sam nodded curtly, and then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch behind Clay who was still caught up in the television program.

Clay didn't seem to have noticed Sam.

Sam sighed and clenched his jaw as nerves stole the words right out of his mouth. Was the kid mad at him for not being there? How did Clay feel about Sam?

So Sam decided to start off small.

"H-hey Clay…I'm Sam…I'm your dad." Sam said tenderly.

Still Clay said nothing. He didn't even so much as blink in Sam's direction. It made Sam wonder if the kid had selective hearing.

Sam then cleared his throat, hoping that Clay would at least have the decency to look at him. Unfortunately no such luck.

"Your mom tells me that you're pretty special, Clay." Sam whispered, now taking a different approach to reach out to his son.

Still, Clay remained motionless.

Sam knew the theory behind telepathy, but had never tried it himself. He was too nervous because if he failed he would look like a fool, but if he succeeded he would be a freak.

Now was the time to test the theory though.

So Sam reached out to Clay with his mind and felt the connection easily. There was barely any work behind it at all. However, Sam also felt himself opening up a bit more. He felt himself become more aware of certain things in the room.

He felt Clay's essence, its innocence, its purity. But inside of that innocence he also felt a deep seed of rage and hate just waiting to blossom. Sam decided that he would do everything in his power to keep that from happening.

Sam forced his way through the new awareness and then, he forced his thoughts into Clay's mind with a gentle shove.

"I'm special too, Clay." Sam said without moving his lips causing the child to startle and look up into Sam's eyes.

Clay looked as if he were about to cry. His brilliant blue eyes held unshed tears as they pierced Sam's hazel gaze.

Sam then chuckled out loud as he relaxed against the couch, suddenly a little more at ease.

"You know, I've actually never done this before. Talk to someone in their head, I mean…I think you're the only one I would do this for. And well…Dean, but he doesn't have abilities like we do." Sam continued to reassure the kid silently.

"Do you know why mom hates me?" Clay pushed into Sam's mind that read as little more than a whisper.

Sam blinked in confusion as he stared down at the saddened child.

"Your mom doesn't hate you Clay…that's why she called me. She didn't want you getting taken away from her. She called me so I could try to help you." Sam said as he put a hand on the top of Clay's head.

"Help me?" Clay asked as if he were suddenly offended, "I don't need any help, there's nothing wrong with me!"

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with you." Sam said quickly as he suddenly felt his sons' unleashed rage come into himself making his head spin. It seems that among his newly attuned sixth sense laid a bit of empathy that he would need to keep a leash on if he valued his sanity.

"I was just saying that I could do this with you, ya know? Show you that you're not alone in this. It's no secret that I'm not exactly an expert at this either." Sam continued as he placed his hand back on his lap.

Clay's anger seemed to drain back into a pit, and Sam was suddenly filled with a refreshing calm as Clay readjusted his position on the floor so that it was more comfortable to look up into his fathers' face.

"I know that your abilities are strong, but you need help controlling them. You don't know what you're doing." Clay said darkly as he shot Sam a warning glance.

"Don't worry about me, Clay." Sam said with a smile, "We're here to talk about you."

Clay rolled his eyes and huffed an annoyed breath.

"You're abilities will get the better of you if you don't learn to keep a lid on them." Clay warned.

"Clay, I've lived with these abilities for almost two and a half years now. I think I'm fine kiddo." Sam said passively.

"I felt you only JUST open yourself up though. It's like a door just opened in your head isn't it?" Clay asked almost franticly, trying to prove his point.

"Something like that." Sam agreed.

"Try to close it."

"What?"

"Now that it's opened…try to close it." Clay repeated.

Sam closed his eyes and then tried to pull himself from Clay's mind. It was like retracing your steps after you've lost something. But it was like his mind was stuck there, but that wasn't all.

Awareness just kept flowing into Sam's head.

Across the room he felt Dean's essence as well as Clay's that was right next to him. Dean was anxiously fidgeting and watching Sam and Clay's interaction.

Sam sensed his protectiveness over him, and his will to die if any threat came to Sam. He felt Dean's deep seed of violence that was only let out fully when Dean was fighting something evil. He felt Dean's love for what was his, and Sam knew that the only things Dean had were his car, and him his brother.

Sam looked down at Clay wide-eyed as the kid gave him a Dean Winchester 'told ya so' type look.

"You don't think I've tried to be normal?" Clay continued, "I feel everything, and it will never go away. That's why I don't have any friends; I always know what they're feeling."

Sam continued to stare down at Clay silently as the unshed tears in his eyes finally began to fall down his cheeks.

"I KNOW that my mom hates me. I feel it whenever she looks at me. She thinks I'm a freak, and that's fine I am…but I don't appreciate her pretending that she loves me. She needs to stop lying to herself." Clay spat.

Clay then turned around and averted his eyes back to the television program he had been watching before.

Sam continued to stare at the kid wide-eyed. He was at a complete loss for words.

Sam knew though that Clay was right.

He did need his help.

Sam needed help keeping his abilities in check; he needed to learn to control them.

But Sam too was right when he said that Clay needed help.

Clay needed help with his outlook.

Sam saw that Clay had reasonable doubt about the people around him, and that made Sam fear that Clay would head down the wrong path.

He feared that his son would live his destiny to one day go darkside.

It seemed that they both needed each other if they were going to survive this with their sanity intact.

Oh come on, this is me who's writing the story! Of course I was gonna make things a bit more complicated! Haha.

Don't worry folks, more to come soon!