Chapter 22

The next day, they were all still at Bobby's. Sam decided that it would be a good idea to start Clay off with learning about demons first if he wanted to help Dean out.

However, Sam wasn't really too sure just how involved he wanted Clay to be.

So Sam let Clay pick up a demonology text book and let him read it for himself. Sam offered to talk it over with him, but Clay insisted that he learned fairly well on his own.

Dean walked into the living room where Clay was sitting on the couch with a book that was almost half the size of him and chuckled. Oh yea, this kid was definitely Sam's kid.

Clay even spent a good percentage of the day using his abilities, much to Sam's dismay.

He tried to explain to Clay that the abilities that they had weren't meant for anything good, so he should try not using them. But Clay insisted that he could use it to their advantage like Sam had been doing.

"Just trust me, Sam." Clay said in a light tone.

Sam didn't answer, he didn't move a muscle. He didn't want to egg Clay on, but even he had to admit they could use his and Clay's abilities to their advantage.

Sam then walked away from Clay with a blank expression on his face and headed for the kitchen where Dean was.

"What's up?" Dean asked with concern.

"Clay wants to learn how to use his abilities." Sam replied instantly without thinking about it.

"No." Dean said simply, "I'm not sure the kid can handle that type of pressure."

Sam gave a humorless chuckle, "I know he can't handle that pressure, Dean."

Dean quirked his eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

"I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure Clay doesn't go darkside." Sam replied simply, "even if it means not letting him use his abilities."

Dean gave a dry chuckle, and Sam's head snapped in his direction.

"What?" Sam demanded.

"That kid's got a mind of his own, Sam. And not to mention he's as stubborn as you are."

"What's your point?" Sam asked with a shrug.

"My point is that you can't make that kid do anything. Just like I can't make you do anything." Dean replied solemnly.

Sam sighed as he realized how right Dean was.

"So how do we look out for him?" Sam whispered.

Dean shrugged, "Sammy, all we can do is watch out for the kid. Whatever he decides to do is his choice."

Sam nodded in defeat, when his cellphone suddenly rang from his pants pocket.

Sam and Dean gave each other questioning looks before Sam started fishing around his pocket for the phone.

It vibrated harshly in his hand as he grasped it, and then pulled it out. He looked down at the screen where the ID flashed, "Abigail".

Sam's heart dropped as he flipped the phone open and held it to his ear.

He was at a loss for words. He couldn't even bring himself to say hello.

"Sam?" Abigail's harsh voice demanded, "I can hear you breathing! Hello?"

Sam gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat and finally brought himself to speak.

"Hello?"Sam responded simply.

"Where's my son, Sam?" Abigail's angry voice demanded.

"I have him, Abigail its okay. I left you a note didn't I?" Sam tried reasoning calmly.

Abigail scoffed, "You left a note? What the hell does that matter! You don't just take off with someone's kid without calling them, Sam!"

Now Sam started getting angry, "He's mine too."

"Yea, now! But not for seven years he hasn't!" Abigail snapped back with a humorless chuckle.

"That was not my fault and you know it!" Sam yelled, "It was your choice not to tell me about Clay! It's not like I outright refused to be in the kids' life!"

"Where the hell did you even take him?" Abigail asked shakily.

Sam huffed an annoyed breath, "South Dakota. We had to go to an old friends' house to help him with a few things. And I didn't feel comfortable leaving Clay with your neighbor."

"What kind of things?" Abigail demanded blankly.

"He runs a salvage yard! He's up here all alone, Abigail. What the hell did you want us to do? Skip out on him?"

"For your son? Absolutely."

Sam rolled his eyes angrily. To Abigail, one minute he wasn't Clay's father, and then the next minute he was. Whatever it took for her to win an argument right?

"Look," Sam tried to reason more calmly, "We'll be back in a couple of days. He's one hundred percent safe."

Abigail scoffed again, "He's safe, with his questionable father, his shady uncle, and their friend, in a salvage yard?"

"YES! He's safe!" Sam yelled, now almost completely losing it, "Do you really think I'd put him in harm's way?"

"Well I don't really know, Sam! I don't know you! Get back here with my son!" Abigail screamed into the phone.

"How can you even pretend that you give a crap about him?" Sam snapped, letting what he learned about Abigail's and Clay's relationship slip…and in front of Dean.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how are you going to lie to a kid by telling him you love him when he can read your emotions?" Sam spat.

"What?" Abigail asked blankly.

"Clay can see right through you." Sam replied in a low voice.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. For a moment, Sam thought Abigail was going to hang up.

But then, her voice replied, thick with tears.

"Bring Clay home, right this second. I'll expect him in a couple of days…but don't you dare walk through that door with him." Abigail said shakily, yet forcefully before finally hanging up the phone.

Sam flipped his phone shut and then put it back in his pocket before turning to Dean who was looking at him wide-eyed.

"We gotta go." Sam said simply.

And Dean only nodded; he knew Sam wasn't in the mood to hear what he had to say.

Sorry it took so long for this update. Life's been a bit crazy. :)

Thanks to everyone who voted on the poll. Your votes have been taken into consideration. A Sam-centric werewolf story got the most votes.

So let's just see what I can do with that. :D

More to come ASAP!