Chapter 5


Sam suddenly staggered up from the couch and made his way back to where Dean was standing. Sam tried very hard to keep his face expressionless, but of course Dean saw right through it.

Dean grabbed Sam by the bicep as he made a motion suggesting he was about to step around Dean.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Dean stopped Sam as his breathing started coming in frantic huffs, "What the hell happened? I thought you were gonna try to reach out to him."

Sam took in a calming breath, but it didn't help.

That's right! Sam could only imagine what their exchange looked like to Dean. To him it must have looked like a bunch of intense glances.

Sam sighed as he realized he couldn't lie to Dean about this.

"We did talk." He admitted with defeat.

"Sure didn't look like talkin' from where I was standing." Dean said, sounding annoyed.

"We did talk Dean…just not out loud." Sam continued, hoping that Dean would understand what he was getting at.

Success! Dean's eyes widened as he looked over at Clay and then back at Sam.

"You used…telepathy?" Dean questioned.

Sam only nodded, still not feeling too comfortable saying it out loud.

"Since when are you telepathic?" Dean prodded with irritation clear in his tone.

Sam shrugged, but then decided it was best to tell Dean what had just happened with Clay. He revealed everything that happened with Sam opening himself up, and not being able to turn it off. But decided to leave out the part where Clay mentioned that he knew his mother hates him.

That would be a conversation Sam would have to have with Abigail alone.

Sam felt Dean's rage boil up to the surface and come into himself. Sam suddenly got such an intense headache from the unleashed emotion. It was strong enough to make Sam stagger back and hold onto the wall for support.

This seemed to only make Dean angrier, with a mix of fear for his brothers' well being.

"What's wrong Sam?" Dean prodded as he put a supportive hand on Sam's shoulder.

That did it for him.

The intensity of all those different emotions coming from Dean mixed with Dean's physical contact proved to be too much for Sam just yet being as he barely had control over this thing.

Sam's knees buckled, and slammed into Abigail's hardwood floors. The vibrations of the fall traveled all the way up to Sam's head, intensifying his headache and turning it into a full on migraine.

This of course made Dean grab hold of Sam by each shoulder.

Sam looked up into Dean's face, it looked like he was saying, or rather yelling something, but all Sam could hear was his own frantic heartbeat.

Sam let out a pain-filled moan as the pain in his head reached his peak.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he finally lost consciousness.

xXx

Sam found that he was suddenly back in the hallways of Riverview High. His knapsack was giving him trouble as he had to stay behind in his previous class to finish an exam. So now he was feverishly shoving books into the bag as he hustled to the cafeteria to meet Abigail. He looked up every now and again to make sure he wasn't about to run into anyone.

He didn't bother zippering his bag when his books were all put away. He was about to be late, so he broke out into a run.

When he finally reached the cafeteria, he saw about fifty round tables around the room with students around his age sitting around most of them, talking with their friends.

Everyone seemed to have their own clique. They all seemed to fit in so well with each other.

Sam knew he would never have that, but hopefully for the few weeks he would be stuck here he would make the best of it.

The most troubling thing about this whole scene was that he couldn't see Abigail anywhere.

His eyebrows knit together with worry as he feared that he might have been stood up.

Suddenly, there was a warm hand on his shoulder that made him whirl around to face his opponent defensively.

Sam immediately relaxed when he saw that it was Abigail, wearing a huge smile on her face, now holding her hands up in surrender.

"Easy there, Stretch." She said with a chuckle.

Sam laughed a little at himself. His fathers' lessons seemed almost instinctual now, Sam would have to find the on and off switch to that one day if he was ever going to get out of this life.

"Sorry." Sam said with a warm smile.

"It's alright, come on let's sit somewhere." Abigail said as he walked ahead of Sam and sat at the empty table in the far right corner where it was most shaded and hidden.

She dropped her bag on the floor and sat in one of the open fold out chairs with a plop. Sam smiled at that, and did the same, sitting across from her.

"So Sam, what brings you to Riverview?" Abigail asked curiously as she folded her arms on the table top.

"Family business," Sam answered quickly and rather honestly, "we travel a lot with my dad's line of work."

"We?" Abigail asked curiously as she cocked her head.

"My older brother and I." Sam replied.

Abigail nodded with comprehension.

"So what's your dad do?" Abigail prodded.

"Sells stuff." Sam lied.

"What kind of stuff?"

Sam shrugged, "Just stuff, but whatever. It's not my life."

"It's not, huh?" Abigail asked with a coy smile on her face, "So then what're your plans?"

"I think I wanna go into law, but I'm not sure what I want to do with it." Sam admitted with a guilty smile.

"That's cool. How about your brother? He doin' his own thing too?" Abigail pried.

Sam chuckled, "Nah, Dean's gonna fall into the family business I'm sure."

"Selling stuff?" Abigail asked with a small laugh.

Sam couldn't hold back a laugh as he nodded at her.

"So what about you?" Sam asked, now putting Abigail on the spot.

"Not really much to say about me." Abigail admitted, "I mean, my dad raised me while my mom was in and out of rehab. She finally passed about two years ago after being sick for a while."

"I'm so sorry." Sam said suddenly serious.

"No, don't be. It's alright. I mean, a lot people have it far worse than I do, right?" Abigail said with a dry laugh.

Sam nodded curtly, "What do you want to be when you get out of here, huh?"

Abigail shrugged, "I dunno yet, hopefully something to do with painting. My dad kinda got me into art at a young age, and now I just can't seem to stop, ya know?"

"But that's awesome!" Sam said as an excited smile spread across his face.

"I s'pose." Abigail admitted.

Sam really liked seeing Abigail in this light. She seemed to come from a bit of a sad background, but then again who didn't? But despite all that, she still seemed strong and willing to face the world as her own woman.

Sam respected that.

He even found himself attracted to that.

Sam looked into her pale blue eyes, lit with excitement.

'Ah the hell with it!' Sam thought.

"What're you doing Friday?" Sam asked, biting the bullet and asking her out.

A wide smile spread across her face, and her cheeks flushed a little. He knew she was going to say yes.

xXx

"Sam! Sammy!"

Sam moaned at the sound of his name, but made no effort to open his eyes.

He knew he wasn't on the floor but was now on a soft surface, and now laying down.

He felt Dean's fear, and his headache reared its ugly head making Sam wince with his eyes still clenched shut.

"C'm d'wn." Sam muttered.

"What?" Dean's voice seemed to yell.

"Calm down!" A child's voice yelled impatiently. Sam recognized the voice immediately as Clay.

Dean actually did seem to calm down at that. But with help. It was odd, Sam felt a little bit of Clay grip Dean's emotions tight, and shove them back down to their pit.

It relieved Sam's headache, but at the same time made him very nervous.

Sam forced his eyes open, and saw Dean, Abigail, and Clay looking down at him.

"What happened?" Abigail asked fearfully.

"Nothin'," Sam said quickly, "I just got real lightheaded all of a sudden. I'm fine."

"You sure?" Abigail asked nervously, her eyes holding unshed tears as she looked back and forth between Sam and Clay.

Sam could feel it. He knew that somehow Abigail was blaming Clay for this.

"I'm fine, I swear Abbey." Sam said with a small reassuring smile as he slowly sat up. That's when he noticed that he was on the white leather couch in front of the television that was still on but forgotten in the background.

"Hey mom," Clay said as he shot his mom a blank look, "How 'bout you go get Sam some tea?"

Both Sam's eyes and Dean's widened as they realized what Clay had just done. They then both looked over at Abigail who had now adopted the blank look herself.

"I'm gonna fix you some tea, Sam." Abigail announced as she left the room.

"S-sounds…great." Sam muttered halfheartedly.

When Abigail was out of the room, Sam's and Dean's eyes averted back to Clay.

"Did you just put the whammy on your mom?" Dean asked in an accusatory way.

Clay shrugged, "I did it to you too."

"You did what?" Both Sam and Dean asked in unison.

Clay rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sam just told you he opened himself up! That means empathy…among other things." Clay said matter-of-factly.

"So…?" Dean asked, urging Clay to continue.

"You touched him when you let your emotions run wild! It hurt him! I had to calm you down in order for him to snap out of it." Clay said with a wary eye roll.

"You can't do that, Clay." Sam said with a frown.

"Why?" Clay prodded.

"You're messing with people's heads. You should only do that as a last result, if that! If this ever happens again, I want your word that you'll talk it out with Dean or whoever, and if they can't calm down then you can make them. But don't do that just because you can." Sam said sternly.

Dean's eyes widened as he looked down at Sam.

"You're not the boss of me!" Clay snapped angrily.

"Yea I am!" Sam snapped right back.

"Fine then!" Clay yelled, "Maybe next time I'll just leave you that way!"

"That'd be better than you messing around peoples' heads!" Sam replied.

Clay then went silent as he stormed out of the room.

Sam took a deep calming breath as he rested his head against the back of the couch.

Dean then started chuckling, which of course made Sam curious.

"What?" Sam demanded.

"First father and son fight, Sammy. That kid is definitely a mini-you." Dean said with great amusement.

Maybe Dean was right, Sam wondered.

And if he was, then maybe Sam knew how to get through to the kid. After all, he really was just looking out for him.

Okay, normally I don't do fluff. Haha. But I thought this had to be done.

Again guys, thank you guys so much for the support. I have a feeling this story might just blow my other ones out of the water. I dunno though, you guys are the judges. :)