Chapter 7


Sam awoke the next morning to tiny hands nudging his chest gently. He moaned slightly and pushed back at the small force and then rolled over, not yet wanting to open his eyes.

The nudging continued only a little harder, on his back.

Sam rolled back over and cracked his eyes open, but had to shut them again as the morning sunlight came streaming through the open windows.

"Wassit?" Sam muttered sleepily.

"Sam?" came a tiny voice that sounded full of remorse.

Sam opened his eyes a crack and sat up on the couch to find himself face to face with Clay.

Clay's eyes were wide and focused this morning, but unlike last night they were full of emotion. Sam found it strange suddenly that the boy looked so emotional, yet Sam didn't find himself in any pain. He would ask later, he decided.

"You awake?" Clay asked in a small voice.

Sam nodded slowly and then looked down on the floor to see Dean sleeping with his jacket as a makeshift pillow. Actually he was pretending to sleep, Sam could tell because he could feel Dean's emotional reaction to Clay.

Sam gave a tiny smile as he realized that Clay could probably feel Dean too. He just didn't care.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you last night, Sam." Clay whispered, as he looked down at his hands and not into Sam's eyes.

"Don't worry about it." Sam replied with a half smile, "we're gonna call someone, another psychic, to help the both of us out. Is that alright with you?"

Clay seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding so quickly it looked almost like a twitch. He obviously wasn't too happy about it, but for some reason he seemed to just be going along with it. Sam would keep a wary eye on the kid, just to be safe.

"How're you feeling this morning?" Clay asked, as his eyes shifted back to Sam's face.

Sam nodded, "Better than last night. Where's your mom?"

Clay shrugged, "I dunno. Mom wasn't in bed when I woke up, and her car isn't in the garage."

"She didn't leave a note?" Sam asked, stunned.

Clay shook his head, "No, but I usually wake up to her not home and she just tells me that she's visiting my aunt."

"How often does this happen, Clay?" Sam prodded.

"Almost every other day." Clay answered simply.

"Who's your aunt?"

"I dunno, I've never met her." Clay responded immediately.

Sam huffed, that's definitely strange. This went beyond a deep buried hatred for your child; this was leaving a seven year old child unattended almost every morning.

But something else seemed to be bothering Clay as his eyes averted back to his hands as he twisted his too big t-shirt around his fingers nervously.

"What's up?" Sam asked as he stretched his back, still sitting on the couch.

"Uh…are you gonna tell mom about…you?" Clay asked almost hopefully.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked as he slumped back into his regular sitting position with a huff.

"Your abilities, are you gonna tell my mom about them?"

Sam's eyes widened as he came to understand the meaning behind the question. Clay wanted Sam to tell Abigail about his abilities, so Abigail could see that Clay wasn't the only one.

"Yea," Sam replied with a nod, "I'll let her know today."

Clay nodded in thanks and then looked down at Dean who gave a small snort to try and keep up his charade.

"So…good talk?" Clay asked Sam with a tiny smile.

Sam nodded simply.

"Alright good, because that was a little awkward." Clay replied.

Sam couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. Apparently there was a bit of Dean in his child too.

Clay then sent a light kick to Dean's stomach with a snort of laughter.

"I'm going to get dressed now Dean, you can pretend you're just waking up now."

Dean's eyes snapped open as he moved sluggishly to a sitting position.

"Alright, alright." He muttered.

Clay laughed, and then walked out of site, into his bedroom.

Dean looked up at Sam with a cocky smirk.

"So, he's suddenly interested in help?"

Sam shrugged; his face relaxing into a serious expression.

"I dunno. But we gotta keep an eye on him just in case."

"Just in case, what?" Dean asked, taken aback.

Sam shrugged, "I don't really know."

Dean shook his head as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. He then made his way to his feet slowly, and pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

"I'm gonna call Bobby, alright?" Dean announced as he began dialing Bobby's number.

Sam simply nodded, as he too got to his feet.

Dean then put the phone to his ear, while Sam walked out the front door to go out to the car to get his laptop. He figured while they were stuck here, Sam would continue to try to break Dean free of his demon deal.

Sam made his way back into the house with the laptop under his arm. He closed the door behind him and then sat back down on the couch.

He flipped the computer open, as he looked up at his brother who was deep in conversation with Bobby.

Sam shook his head, and then looked back to the screen. He was looking for any demonic signs or omens close by.

Dean then flipped his phone shut, and then stood in front of Sam.

"Bobby's gonna call a friend of his to see if she can help us out, then he'll give us a call. If she can't help, then I'll give Missouri a call, alright?" Dean said with a little annoyance.

Sam nodded simply, without looking up from the computer screen.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"Looking at weather reports or any mysterious deaths in the area." Sam replied.

"And?" Dean prodded.

"Uh…not sure yet. Looks like there might be some omens in Sidwater…it's only a few miles from here. But it's only a lightning storm really; I'm looking for strange deaths now."

"Alright then, keep workin'." Dean said with a yawn.

Sam sighed as Dean walked into the bathroom to clean himself up. Sam was really starting to feel the pressure now, with keeping Clay under check while trying to build a relationship with him, and trying to keep Dean from Hell.

Sam felt that he had his work cut out for him.

I promise this will pick up soon, it'll get more interesting. Haha.

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