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When Dean entered the motel room and saw Sam sitting crisscrossed on the dirty motel floor, with items levitating around him, He wasn’t surprised.
When Dean first learned about Sam’s vision, he was completely terrified. They were something freaky and unnatural that neither of them had any idea about. They started as visions, only when Sam slept; then they started when he was awake and Dean truly saw them for the first time, the way Sam would go unconscious and his eyes would glow white. It freaked the hell out of Dean when it first happened, it still kinda does, but his gotten used to it.
The telekinesis was new. Sam had used it once before when they dealt with Max Miller in a moment of adrenaline, but he hadn’t been able to use them against afterwards. Two weeks ago, they appeared again. They were against some angry spirits and Sam’s weapon was knocked from his hand, he had tried reaching for it when it suddenly flew to him like if he had used to the force from Star Wars or something. In the moment, they din’t think about it; but after they defeated the spirit and Sam tested his powers again, they knew they had a problem.
It wasn’t really a problem, but it freaked them out, more Sam than anything, his always wanted to be ‘normal’ and now suddenly his a psychic with powers they still had no idea the origin from. Surprisingly, it was Dean who suggested Sam practiced using them, mostly because Sam was one step away from a mental breakdown after he kept waking up to stuff floating around him.
“And hey, I’ll be real handy during hunts”
“Dean-“
“Look I know you’re scared, I’ll admit it I’m terrified as well, but going into a panic now won’t do us any favors”
So a week ago, Sam started practicing them. Unlike his visions, which they guessed were Sam’s innate abilities and he had more control over, the telekinesis was still something new. Sam couldn’t used a strong force of them without almost fainting, and if he levitated stuff for a long period of time his nose would bleed and he’d become lightheaded. And so to get better control, Sam would sit in a meditative state and make the things around him float.
That is how Dean found him. Closing the door behind him, Dean placed the food he had gone out to get on the table and got a closer look. Sam hadn’t even moved when Dean came in, but Dean knew Sam had sensed him. Around him pens, papers, and some of their weapons like their guns and knives levitated around him and a still like position, the only movement being the slow turning from where they sat. A look at their bedside table also showed their alarm and lamp in a similar position.
“Sam?” Dean called out, walking a few steps closer. He got a look at Sam’s face and silently cursed, quickly grabbing a tissue from the almost empty box and quickly kneeling down in front of Sam. He was pale and sweat was dripping down his forehead. A thick trail of blood fell from his nose and slide over his lips. “Sam? Sammy?” Dean quickly started wiping the blood and gently tapping Sam’s cheek to get him out state he’d put himself in.
“Mm” Sam made a noise and slowly blinked his eyes opens. Dean gave a sigh of relief as he heard Sam responding to him and gently cupped his cheek, smiling as Sam seemed to lean into the touch. “You with me?” Dean asked, wiping away the blood in Sam’s lips. Sam nodded and groaned as he opened his eyes, straining against the lights. “How long were you like that” Sam focused his eyes on Dean and thought for a moment. “How long were you gone for?” Dean froze at the question for a moment before instantly recovering. “You’ve been like that for a hour?!” Dean yelled, regretting when he saw Sam winced at the noise.
Dean took a deep breath and let it go. Taking a moment to gather himself and not hit Sam for being an idiot. “You can barely go fifteen minutes without loosing your balance, what the hell gave you idea to do this for an hour?” Dean asked, dropping the tissue and pushing Sam’s bangs out of the way to get a better look at him. “That’s why I sat down” Dean was once again restraining himself from hitting Sam, even when he’s close to fainting he finds a way to sass Dean.
“I wanted to push myself” Sam admitted after a minute. Dean sighed and look at Sam in the eyes. “I know you want to be able to control them, but you said it yourself, this are harder to control because they aren’t your innate powers, and I can’t have you fainting on me because you pushed yourself too hard” Dean shared his concern, but then added “And if you faint I’m not going to carry you” he joked. They both knew it was a lie, but it got a small laugh from Sam and Dean grinned.
“Alright, c’mon Sabrina, you need a nap” Dean helped get Sam up to his feet and into one of the beds. “But the food-“ “You look like you would face plant right into it, I can heat it up for you later” Dean threw a blanket over Sam’s body. “But right now, nap” Sam wanted to protest, but his entire body felt like it was running on zero energy, and the bed somehow felt like heaven.
Dean chuckled as he watched Samuel quickly drift to sleep. He glanced as the floor and sighed, kneeling down to pick the discarded weapon and miscellaneous stuff was Sam had been using to practice. After a few minutes, Dean threw everything back where it belonged and sat down on the table, taking out his lunch that had gone lukewarm during the whole ordeal with Sam. With one last glance at his sleeping brother, Dean began to eat.
They still had no idea why Sam’s powers exist or how he got them, they still don’t know why another kid and possibly others as well have powers as well, they still haven’t found their dad and Dean has no idea how the hell they would even tell him about Sam’s powers. But right now, all they could is move on with their days, and hope that one day they’ll have the answer to everything.