AN: I'm so sorry it took me so long to post this chapter! I've had it ready to post, but I have been away from home. This weekend was fathers day and my dad's birthday so this weekend was a bit hectic.

"Yea me too," Sam said breathlessly. He tore his eyes away from Luc and looked at his mom a goofy smile already on his face, "Anyway I need a new bed, the frame is too low and my feet hang off the end." Sam couldn't help but flick his eyes between his mom and Luc, who was staring right back at Sam, every few seconds. Sam felt like his whole body was drawn towards this man

"I'll have Luc order it for you while we are gone babe." Marry commented smiling at her son's obvious attraction. She pulled him into a hug quickly followed by John.

"We'll see you in two weeks Luc. Take good care of my boys." John said distantly his eyes down on the paper he was reading.

"Oh yes sir. I plan on it." Luc responded as Marry and John left the room.

"I have to….go see my brother." Sam said struggling to remember what he was supposed to be doing today.

"Right," Luc said chucking to himself. He walked forward, brushed his hand across Sam's chest and walked out of the room, his hips swinging, "Then let's go see your brother." He held up the key to Dean's door and continued to walk down the hall way. It took Sam a few seconds but he realized he was supposed to follow Luc. Scrambling forward he caught up in-between his room and Dean's.

"So your brother is cutting your hair?" Luc asked leaning against the wall right next to Dean's door.

"Yea he is the only one I let cut it. Though it is ALWAYS to short." Sam replied pulling his hand through his hair.

"That's a shame," Luc said casually tucking a lock of hair behind Sam's ear, "I like long hair." Luc turned without allowing Sam to say a word and unlocked Dean's door. Dean lay curled in a ball

"Dean?" Sam asked carefully walking in the dimly lit room. Dean looked up at Sam tears still pooled in his eyes, tear tracks fresh on his face.

"Please leave me alone." Dean sobbed barring his face in his pillow. His hands were clutched close to his chest, his fingers from the tip to the knuckle an ice cold blue. Luc bent down next to Dean's head and murmured something quietly in his ear. After a few seconds Dean sat up slowly a dead look in his eye.

"Dean you should really get your hands checked." Sam said quietly looking down at his dejected brother.

"There is nothing I can do about my hands Sam! I'm fucking cursed!" Dean yelled barring his face in his hands.

"Dean…everything is curable," Sam whispered throwing his hand around his brother's shoulder, "And if it can't be cured, you can cover it up. There are such things called gloves man."

Dean smiled bitterly, "If only gloves could make everything better."

"Dean." Luc said warningly his hazel eyes flashing.

Sam frowned at his brother, "Snap out of it Dean. When I get back I expect you to be up gloves on ready to cut my hair." Patting his brother on the back he marched out of Dean's room across the hall to the bathroom and started pulling out the scissors and the razor. Glaring at the razor he walked back into Dean's room. Luc was lounging on Dean's bed eyes closed while Dean was pulling on the gloves.

-DEAN-

Dean had never felt so relieved in his life. As soon as the gloves slid over his palms he felt like he could breathe properly again. He could no longer feel every particle in the air around him.

Taking another deep breath in an attempt to control his churning emotions he turned to face Sam, "Let's cut your hair Sammy." As they walked into the bathroom, Sam glared at the razor.

"What's that look for?" Dean asked leaning forward to grab the scissors.

Sam bit his lip obviously debating on whether he should say something or not, "You always cut my hair to short Dean. I don't like the short spiked hair like you… I like it long."

"Alright gigantor, I'll keep it semi long." And Dean went about trimming Sam's hair. When he reached the front he paused, his fingers grasping the bright red strip of hair. Now he wished he could cut it short, he didn't really ever have to see this if it was shorter. Guilt and fear began to increase, his hands shaking. With a few quick snips Dean was able to look away from the red strip that never let him forget what he had done. Gritting his teeth he turned away and walked back to his room slamming his door behind him. He waited for the familiar sound of the lock but it never came.

"Dean, your parents aren't here. Take the opportunity to be with your brother while you can." Luc was leaning against his wall. His arms were crossed and he was frowning at Dean.

"And you are?" Dean asked bitterly, curling his knees to his chest.

"Lucifer but everyone calls me Luc," Luc said stepping forward, "Why are you purposely avoiding him?"

"My parents didn't tell you what I did. The whole Damn staff knows and avoids me like a fucking plague." Dean spat anger in his eyes.

"No your dad did tell me," Luc said carefully, "But that is the past Dean."

Dean leapt to his feet and shoved his ice blue hands in front of Luc's face, "Does this look like it's the past?! Does this look like I have any more control then I did when I was five?! NO! So go do you motherfucking job and lock the damn door before I hurt my brother again." Turning his back on the intruder Dean slid his hands back into the gloves. This man had no clue what he was talking about, he had no clue how much danger he was putting himself and Sam in. No Dean knew this is where he belonged, locked in the room. He couldn't hurt anyone here. This is where monsters belonged and Dean was the worst of them all.

X

"Hey Dean," Sam's voice drifted through the door, and it wasn't the usual joyful tell you about my day voice it was the I just broke up with Ruby and it hurts voice, "I'm having Luc unlock the door… I'm not telling you this through a door."

With a click the door swung in towards Dean. He hugged himself as Sam got closer. Sam's eyes were red and puffy from crying tears were still falling down his face, "Mom and dad are gone."

"Yes Sam I know their gone, they left for a wedding." Dean said unsure as to why his brother was crying about his parents leaving for two weeks. Was Sam still that attached at 15?

"No Dean," Sam looked like he didn't want to say the next few words, "Gone gone. Never coming back their plane crashed their torn to smithereens dead."

Dean stood staring at his brother, "Mom is dead?" he whispered. A pain began to fill his chest. It felt crippling. Dean fell to his knees and clutched his chest. And Dean began to scream. How could the world take away the only person he trusted himself with? And with what sounded like a gunshot Dean felt an explosion erupt from him breaking the huge window behind them.

"Sam get out." Luc urged pushing Sam back from the screaming man. Dean didn't care if Sam saw his magic again. He tore his gloves off and aimed his palms down. Green goo exploded like fireworks from his palms and fingers. When Dean could properly see again, after he had screamed himself horse, he looked around at the damage in his room. His full sized bed was on its side, his chair was in splinters, glass covered his floor and what looked like a dragon made of the vines that has lined the frame of his window was curled next to Dean's leg. It was sleeping peacefully, its snores filling the now quiet room.
AN: I really hope ya'll liked chapter 6! What do you think about Dean's increasing powers? Review please!