Chapter 12

Later that day, Pamela decided it was time to start with Sam's training. He seemed eager, but at the same time put off. He wanted to learn to control it yes, but he feared that some other horrible ability would crop up as he tried to exercise his mind.

Dean seemed completely agitated. He wasn't happy about Sam exercising his demon powers, and he made that plain to everyone. So while Sam was with Pamela, Dean volunteered to watch Clay, but to his dismay Clay decided he wanted to watch Sam.

So Dean watched as well, with a sour look on his face the whole time.

They started the moment the sun went down, in Abigail's bedroom. Pamela said it was important for a 'homey' atmosphere while training. She didn't really go into much detail why, but Sam went with it anyway sitting on the end of the queen sized bed with his hands on his lap.

Dean in the white recliner chair next to the bed with his feet up, his eyebrows knit together as he watched Sam, both from disapproval, and worry.

Clay on the other hand, was seated neatly on Dean's lap watching Sam with great interest.

Pamela stood in front of Sam, her brow furrowed in concentration as she watched Sam with his eyes closed as if asleep.

"Don't nod off, Sam." Pam instructed.

"I'm not." Sam answered immediately, in an almost monotone voice.

Pamela had said because Sam started off with death-visions that, that should be there first area to try and control. So Sam was trying to summon a vision, with very little luck.

Pamela told them that if they could get Sam's visions under control than that could prove to be a great asset to them.

She warned them at the future was always changing, so nothing was set in stone. And Sam's matter of control was however his body reacted to the summoned vision.

Pamela huffed an annoyed breath, and rubbed her temple out of frustration.

"Alright, open your eyes." She said more calmly than she looked.

Sam opened his eyes and looked up at her with confusion. Why did she want to stop? They'd been at this for little more than two hours, even after Sam did those ridiculous meditation exercises that she told him to do. Even though all that seemed to do was tickle his throat, and make him a bit lightheaded.

"This isn't working; I think we're going about this all wrong." Pam said more to herself than to Sam as she moved her hand to her chin.

"What do you want me to do?" Sam asked wide-eyed, he wasn't really sure what the 'right' way to go about this was, but if it was anything like sitting there thinking about death like he had just been doing, it would be quite demanding.

"Lie back," Pamela ordered gently, "put your head on the pillow."

Sam looked up at Pamela questioningly, and then looked over at Dean and Clay. Dean looked as annoyed as ever, but shrugged simply. Clay had a disturbingly blank look on his face as he stared non-blinkingly at Pamela.

Pam looked over at Clay, and Sam didn't miss the chill that crept up her spine, making her flinch.

Sam cocked his head in Clay's direction and sent him a mental message.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked Clay a little nervously.

There was a long pause, for a moment Sam though Clay wouldn't respond. Then to his relief, Clay blinked and looked over at Sam.

"Your psychic friend doesn't put up very sound walls." Clay said matter-of-factly without moving his mouth.

"What does that mean?" Sam demanded with a shrug.

"It means that I just got a read on her emotional state…with her wall still up." Clay replied almost smugly.

"Don't do that!" Sam snapped angrily.

Clay looked taken aback, "Why?"

"Obviously if she has that wall up, it means she doesn't want anyone invading her privacy, keep out!" Sam snapped at Clay with a glare.

"She thinks you and Dean are cute." Clay said with an eye-roll and a smirk.

Sam turned bright red, "you read minds now?"

"No, but it's obvious, and I don't really think she's trying to hide it either. I promise, there isn't really anything she's hiding in there. If anything it's a little disappointing." Clay admitted halfheartedly.

"Still, keep out!" Sam ordered in a non-convincingly assertive tone which sounded more flustered than threatening.

"You two done or can we continue?" Pam asked with a chuckle as her eyes darted between Sam and Clay.

Sam nodded curtly and then lay down hesitantly. His eyes searched Pamela's face questioningly, but she only smiled down at him.

"What's this about?" Dean asked.

"We're gonna try hypnosis." Pamela admitted as she sat on the bed next to Sam.

"You really think that'll work?" Dean asked worriedly.

"It should." Pamela replied.

She then turned her attention back to Sam and again instructed him to close his eyes, which he did without question.

After a few moments, Pamela put Sam in an absent area of his mind where she wanted him. His breathing had slowed significantly and his body lay unmoving. He was completely relaxed.

Dean moved forward in the recliner a little, he put his feet down and moved Clay so that he was propped on Dean's knee. Dean just wanted to get a good look, just in case.

"Sam, you with me?" Pam asked slowly.

"Yes." Sam answered in a monotone voice.

Pamela nodded, "Alright, I need you to do something for me," she said calmly, "I need you to go to that place, that feeling you get when you have a vision…can you do that for me?"

"Don't want to." Sam muttered.

"Why not?" Pamela asked passively, almost like she didn't really care.

"…hurts." Sam replied as his right eye twitched, but still remained shut.

"What hurts?" Pamela asked, her eyebrows knitting together with concern.

"Head." Sam groaned.

"I know it hurts," Pamela whispered soothingly, "but I need you to go to that place for me."

Sam groaned again, and then his head began thrashing back and forth. His eyes were still closed.

"What do you see, Sam?" Pam demanded as she stood from the bed, still looking down at Sam.

Dean looked back and forth between Pamela and Sam, his eyes wide with worry. While tears started to form in Clay's eyes as he watched Sam.

"Sam?" Pam tried again, but still received no answer. Sam only continued to whip back and forth.

"What's wrong with him?" Dean asked as he moved Clay over so he could stand over his brother.

Pamela shrugged, "T think he's tapped into a vision."

"Well snap him out of it!" Dean barked angrily.

Pam put a finger on Sam's forehead and closed her eyes, "Sam, wake up in five, four, three, two, one."

Nothing happened.

Sam didn't wake up really, instead he only stopped moving. The only sign he was still alive was his steady breathing.

"Why isn't he waking up?" Dean snapped.

"I don't know, Dean." Pam admitted.

Dean whirled around when he heard light sobbing from behind him. That's when he saw Clay crying openly, his eyes glued to Sam.

"H-he's so scared." Clay sobbed brokenly.

"What?" Dean asked nervously.

"S-Sam's r-real scared right n-now."

Suddenly, Sam gasped out loud and his eyes snapped open, but they weren't right. A white film appeared over his eyes, the same as a blind man's'.

For a moment, Dean feared that Sam had lost his sight somehow, but upon closer inspection he found that he was only half right.

Dean stormed over to Clay and put two forceful hands on the crying child's shoulders.

"What do you mean he's scared? What's happening to Sammy?" Dean demanded furiously.

"H-h-h-he's locked in a v-vision." Clay admitted in a broken sob.

"We need to get Clay out of here." Pamela said as she pried Dean's fingers off of Clay's shoulders and led the boy from the room.

When she came back in, Dean rounded on her.

"Why did you take him out? He knows what's happening to Sam!" Dean screamed.

"He's an empath, just like Sam. Remember what happened to Sam when he felt your rage, Dean? That's what would have happened to Clay if we didn't get him out of here!" Pamela tried to reason.

Dean wasn't even going to ask how she knew that, instead he continued asking about Sam.

"How do we get Sam out?" Dean asked a little more calmly, only a little.

Pamela shrugged, "He has to find his way out on his own."

"That's not good enough!" Dean yelled.

Dean stopped screaming, when Sam started muttering. Dean stepped closer to his brother to try and make out what he was saying, but soon wished he hadn't the second he did.

"Blood...so much…everywhere." Sam muttered so low it sounded close to a whimper.

Dean looked down into Sam's hauntingly empty film covered eyes and wished desperately that he could close them, but he couldn't muster the strength to do it.

"What do we do?" Dean asked in a defeated tone.

"All we can do is wait it out." Pam replied sympathetically as Sam continued his horrified whispering.

This one is for romi-luvz-jared who specifically asked for sick!Sam. :)

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