Chapter 11

Dean stood there looking down at Sam who was still sitting on the couch glaring up at Dean expectantly. Dean continued to look at Sam slack-jawed, and wide-eyed.

"Demon blood?" Dean questioned in an almost inaudible whisper.

Sam nodded solemnly, but didn't reply.

Dean finally blinked, and then shook his head to relieve his mind of the sudden fog that had just rolled in.

"So that's how…you and the others were connected to…" Dean said slowly as if he was trying to work it out, but he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.

Sam nodded again, but averted his eyes from Dean's intense glare. Sam knew that look; Dean was scrutinizing him, examining him, as Dean does with everything that isn't human. It's a way for him to be sure that the thing wasn't dangerous.

But this time, Sam was the thing Dean was inspecting, even if he was human for all intents and purposes.

"He's still human, Dean." Pamela said placidly, as if answering Dean's unspoken question.

"And you've known?" Dean asked Sam, suddenly angry.

Sam nodded again, still not being able to bring himself to look Dean in the face.

"For almost a year?" Dean clarified, irritably.

"Yea." Sam replied brokenly.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Dean demanded roughly.

Sam shrugged and rolled his eyes at the same time, but looked back down.

"I didn't want you to react like this!"

"Like what?" Dean snapped.

"I didn't want you to look at me like I'm a freak!" Sam yelled.

Dean stood there looking surprised, his eyes had widened again at Sam's outburst.

"I don't look at you that way." Dean defended with an eye-roll.

"Yea okay!" Sam replied sarcastically.

"So what now? Yellow-Eyes is dead, so why aren't Sam's abilities gone?" Dean asked angrily.

"It's not some curse that gets wiped clean when the caster dies, Dean." Pamela explained patiently, "What the Demon did to your brother, is laced in his blood. It's a part of him now."

Dean nodded in understanding, "But how come when The Demon was alive were his abilities still mainly dormant?"

Pamela shrugged, "Looks like Sam just needed the proper push to go in that direction. His son was using telepathy, so he wanted to connect to Clay on that level to assure him he wasn't alone."

Sam's head snapped in Pamela's direction, "How'd you know that?"

Pamela rolled her eyes, "Psychic…remember?" She said with a chuckle.

"So now what?" Dean asked, looking slightly uncomfortable as he continuously shifted his weight back and forth between each foot.

"Now I try and teach Grumpy here how to properly use his abilities…and how to switch on and off that empathy of his before it drives him crazy." Pamela replied with a half smile as she patted Dean's shoulder.

"Yea about that," Sam started as he cocked his head, "how come I can't pick up on your emotions?"

"I've been doing this long enough to learn how to block an empath. And given enough practice, you'll learn to not only read peoples' emotions, but manipulate them."

Sam's eyes practically bulged out of his skull at the idea of controlling peoples' emotions. That seemed wrong to him, not just wrong, but dangerous.

"But then there are some other abilities you may or may not want to exercise." Pamela warned.

"Like what?" Dean asked cautiously as he looked back and forth between Sam and Pamela warily.

"I'm not entirely sure," Pamela admitted, "but telling from the origin of these abilities, they can't all be just lollipops and roses."

Sam rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "If you could call them that to begin with, sure. They sure don't feel like lollipops and roses. Usually they hurt like a bitch."

"Trust me kid," Pamela quipped seriously, "it could be a lot worse than a migraine after a vision."

"A lot worse for who?" Dean interjected.

"I dunno, Sam you remember Lily don't you? And Ava?" Pamela said in mock sweetness.

Sam nodded shakily, as he suddenly understood what Pam meant.

"Lily," Sam began explaining to Dean slowly, "could kill people, make their hearts stop just by touching them…and Ava…not only had visions, but could summon demons."

"Holy-", Dean began but cut himself off.

Sam nodded in understanding.

"But what I'm concerned about," Pam said in a low serious tone, "is Clay."

"What about Clay?" Sam demanded as his eyes locked on Pam's, begging for an explanation.

"His abilities surpass yours Sam…which doesn't make any sense." Pam said thoughtfully.

"How so?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Well, Sam has demon blood in him, but as far as we know Abigail does not…so Clay should be mostly human." Pam explained.

"What does this mean?" Sam demanded.

"Clay has more demon blood in him than you do, Sam." Pam continued solemnly.

"But that doesn't make any sense." Sam said fearfully.

"I know," Pam whispered sympathetically, "the most we can do for him is steer him in the right direction seeing as he already has a pretty firm grip on those powers."

Sam nodded in understanding, but remained silent. He was struggling to think of a clue as to how Clay had more demon blood in him than he did. Like he said to Pamela, it didn't make any sense.

The only explanation Sam could think of, was that Abigail was one of the psychic kids, but that didn't really fit.

One, she was scared out of her mind when Clay's abilities cropped up, and she seemed downright terrified when Sam admitted to her that he too was psychic.

And two, all the other psychic kids were killed off when the Demon brought them all together. He said that he only wanted one. And Sam was the only survivor.

Another conclusion Sam came to, was that when Clay was younger the Demon must have come to him as well.

That made Sam's blood boil.

Was the Demon playing some sort of sick joke on him? Why was he always targeted?

Sam was tired of being the butt of the Yellow-Eyed-Bastards' games.

But is that really what happened? Sam wasn't entirely sure, so he didn't suggest the idea aloud.

"So when does Sam start his training, Yoda?" Dean asked jokingly.

Sam was snapped out of his thoughts, and he finally brought himself to look his brother in the face. Dean's game-face was intact, meaning he wasn't in the mood to talk anymore.

And Sam took the hint gladly, because frankly, he didn't feel like sharing either.

Pam chuckled softly, "tonight, or is that too soon for you, Grumpy?"

"No," Sam replied honestly, "the earlier the better."

The next chapter, Sam starts his training with Pamela. It will get much more interesting I swear!

Sorry it took so long for it to pick up though! :P