Chapter 14

Sam had moved slowly to the living room, refusing help from Dean or Pamela. And there he sat for a few hours, allowing Dean to hound him with questions, but remained silent.

Clay propped himself on the couch next to Sam and cocked his head in confusion. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he looked upon Sam, and Sam had to do his best to keep a straight face. He knew why Clay was giving him such looks.

Dean and Pamela moved to the kitchen to make coffee, and talk while Sam and Clay sat in the living room staring at each other.

"Why isn't he talking?" Dean asked in an angry whisper.

Pam shrugged, "whatever he saw couldn't have been good, Dean. You heard what he was muttering, as well as I. He's probably just not ready to talk about it."

"This is so ridiculous!" Dean snapped.

"What is?" Pam demanded, keeping her face serious.

"Sam shouldn't be using these powers at all! As soon as Yellow-Eyes died this all stopped! Now suddenly, we meet Sam's kid and he brings all this crap back on our plates?" Dean whispered furiously.

"You think it's the kids' fault?" Pamela accused with plain disbelief.

"No! It's that Yellow-Eyed-Bastards' fault! Sammy shouldn't have these powers to begin with! Because now that he's dead, what are they good for? Parlor tricks?" Dean spat with a dry chuckle.

"Not even." Pamela said solemnly as she crossed her arms over her chest, "When Azazel gave Sam those abilities, I'm sure there was a reason. I mean, he must've known that he wouldn't live forever. I'm sure Sam's destiny is still a looming threat."

Dean chuckled humorlessly, "What? Sam leading some Discount-Demon-Army? Maybe Yellow-Eyes didn't notice, but Sam's not really the type."

Pamela shrugged, and then turned to fix Dean, Sam, and herself coffee, while making chocolate milk for Clay.

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Meanwhile, Sam sat on the couch looking over at Clay with his peripheral vision. He looked as if he were trying to figure Sam out.

Finally, Sam pushed forward with his mind to Clay's forcing the connection open.

"Quit trying kid, you're not getting anywhere." Sam said with a hint of laughter in his tone.

Clay looked taken aback, and then responded, "I can't get a read on your emotions! It's like there's a wall up or something!"

"There is," Sam replied quickly with a simple shrug, "I picked up a couple tricks when I was locked in my head."

"What kind of tricks?" Clay asked curiously.

Sam shrugged his shoulders but didn't reply.

He remembered a year ago when he was stranded in Cold Oak with Ava and the other psychic kids; the night where Azazel took five psychic kids (Ava, Jake, Lily, Andy, and Sam) to a hidden location where they were supposed to fight to the death. All of them died…except Sam.

But that was all because of Dean.

After Azazel showed Sam what really happened the night of his mothers' death, Ava then revealed herself to Sam after using her powers to summon a demon to kill Andy.

She told him that she had been stuck there for five months, killing all the other psychic children that Azazel put there. She told him how easy it was to tap into his abilities.

"The learning curve is so fast, it's crazy the switches that just flip in your brain!" Ava had said with gleeful laughter.

"I can't believe I started out just having dreams!" Ava continued with a smile plastered on her face.

Ava had, had visions just like Sam did. In fact, her visions actually saved his life once when she dreamt about him being killed by a hunter by the name Gordon Walker.

"Do you know what I can do now?" She asked Sam with a look that made Sam sick to his stomach.

"Control demons." Sam spat matter-of-factly.

But that was why he never wanted to use that learning curve. He saw what it did to Ava, and then later he saw what it did to Jake.

A shiver ran up Sam's spine at the thought of Jake. That bastard actually killed him.

But that was fine, because Dean brought Sam back for the price of his own soul, but Sam got in revenge.

He shot Jake in the chest seven times, and it felt so right to him, which of course made him question his morals later.

But now, they had forced a vision out of him. A rather strong vision, but while he was under he tapped into something buried deep in his mind.

Like Ava said, it was like switches that flip in your brain; switches that once flipped, can never be turned off, Sam knew. It was like riding a bike; he would never forget.

He seemed more aware of himself now. He knew what abilities were once lying dormant, and he knew how to control them so they didn't disrupt his everyday life.

Sam also decided he wouldn't reveal himself to Dean just yet. He knew what he would tell him, but he wouldn't tell them that he knew about what other abilities he has.

Dean and Pamela walked in the room at that moment, both of them wearing rather blank looks. Pam was holding a mug in each hand, as was Dean.

Dean handed Sam one of the hot mugs, but remained standing so he could look down at Sam.

Pam handed Clay the cold mug, who nodded in thanks and sipped it.

"Sam? Are you ready to tell us what you saw?" Dean asked in a sympathetic whisper.

Sam nodded and sipped his coffee as he gathered his thoughts.

He brought the cup back down, and then sighed.

"At first, it was like a vision…but it wasn't like any vision I had before." Sam admitted.

"How was it different?" Pamela piped up.

"I kept seeing everyone in the rooms' death…over and over again. But obviously it wasn't from the Demon, or the psychic kids…it was just so weird." Sam said as he scrubbed his face with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember every detail.

"You saw our deaths?" Dean asked, sounding surprised.

Sam nodded, "Yea…but when you guys left the room my mind went blank and I was alone with myself…just trying to find my way out."

Dean nodded slowly in understanding, but didn't anything.

"I know how to control my abilities now." Sam continued with a hopeful smile.

Dean cocked his head, "What? How?"

"I don't know," Sam lied, "but I just do."

Clay nodded in agreement, "I can't get a read on his emotions, he has a real solid wall up."

Pamela nodded, looking impressed, "What about visions?" she prodded, "How are you with them, now that you've got a handle on it?"

"Touch," Sam replied, "Whoever I touch, I can see how they die."

Pamela shrugged, "That'll come in handy."

"I thought you just said you saw everyone die who was in the room with you?" Dean questioned with confusion.

"That was before I got a handle on it. We were just trying to summon a vision. We weren't specific about who." Sam replied honestly.

"What about the pain?" Pamela pushed, "Does it still hurt so bad when you have a vision?"

Sam shook his head, "No…I mean it still hurts, but not as bad…"

"Good work, Grumpy." Pamela praised as she patted him gently on the back, "Glad I could be of assistance."

Sam chuckled, "Yea, thanks for the crash-course."

"Anytime." Pam replied, returning the laugh.

Sam sighed, and then put up a connection to Pamela. She jumped at the sudden entry in her mind, and kept her eyes locked on Sam.

He then built up a wall so that Clay wouldn't overhear them.

"Whoa, personal space kiddo." Pamela said uncomfortably.

"Yea, sorry. But I was just wondering, I thought Clay was stronger than me, why can't he read me with my wall up? He read you when you had yours up." Sam asked curiously.

"I don't really know…I think because he isn't really developed. I mean his abilities are stronger, but he hasn't spent much time in his own head to really go poking around in there." Pamela explained.

Sam nodded a little, so not to draw attention to himself from Clay or Dean.

"And he can break through my wall because my abilities aren't in league with you too!" Pamela continued with a mental chuckle.

Sam sighed, and was about to cut the connection when Pamela locked her brown eyes on his hazel.

"Be careful with it, Sam." Pam warned seriously.

Sam nodded, and then cut the connection.

He had Dean as an anchor; he knew nothing would happen to him with Dean to keep him grounded.

His real concern lay with Clay…especially after the way he saw his son die.

An involuntary shiver crept up Sam's spine, so he snapped himself back to the real world where Dean and Clay were standing in front of him looking uncomfortable in the awkward silence.

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