Chapter 1: I Need Your Help
Dean woke up with a start. He noticed immediately that something was wrong. It was just a little bit too quiet. A glance towards the other bed told him what woke him up. Sam’s bed was empty. He sat up and grabbed his gun. They had a strict sleeping policy. If the other one was asleep, you didn’t leave without a note. Those were the rules. Quickly, he stood up and checked the door. It wasn’t broken. The salt lines at the door and windows were untouched. Which indicated that either Sam left on his own, or he was attacked outside. But why would he go outside in the middle of the night. The library was closed. There was no night open clubs in walking distance. And a glance out through the window showed him that the Impala was still in her place outside. Sam’s duffel bag was closed and fully packed. Just like he had left it yesterday when they came to the motel. His laptop was on the nightside table. Which told Dean everything he needed to know. Sam was taken against his will. There was no way he would ever leave without his laptop. He was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on the door. With the gun pointed at the door, he slowly made his way to it and opened a little bit. When he noticed who was standing on the other side, he quickly hid his gun behind him and opened the door a bit more. There, in the pouring rain, stood a young girl. She looked to be around 15 years old. Her long hair was black. The black eyeshadow and mascara were running down her face. Her black lipstick was smudged across her chin and a bit on her cheeks. Her grey eyes were so light that they almost shone silver. She was wearing a black dress and a too big leather jacket. Her feet were bare and she was shaking slightly.
She looked up at him.
“Can I come in?”
Her voice was weak and, when he looked a bit closer, he noticed the signs of a nasty cold. Quickly, he opened the door wider and the girl stepped inside, right over the salt. He closed the door behind her and made sure to keep his gun behind his back. The girl smiled softly.
“It’s alright. You don’t have to hide it. I know you’re a hunter.”
For a moment he just stared at her. Then he pulled the gun out from behind his back and put it on the table.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”
She tilted her head a bit.
“My name is Beatrix. And I’m here because I heard about you. And I need your help.”
Dean looked her up and down. He was intrigued when it came to the girl, but the big brother part in him took over when a violent shiver went through her body.
“We’ll talk when you have showered. Turn the warm water on. I’ll find some sweatpants and a shirt that you can borrow for now. Then we’ll talk.”
She nodded slowly and headed towards the bathroom. Before she got there, Dean quickly pulled out clean sweatpants and one of his shirts. He gave them to her and she smiled thankfully. While she was in the bathroom, Dean tried calling Sam. There was no answer. He tried Sam’s second number, but there was no answer there either. It couldn’t be Crowley. Sam wouldn’t go outside the room if it was Crowley. And the demon couldn’t cross the salt. Rowena? Maybe. But she would have to get Sam out forcefully, because there was no way he would follow her. He tried calling Cas, but there was no answer there either. Quickly, he packed Sam’s laptop and his own duffel bag and put them next to the door. Right then, the girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid, and her face was clean of the make up. She was ghostly pale. The shirt was hanging loosely on her thin body and she had the leather jacket wrapped around her. Dean sat down on his bed and pointed his hand to Sam’s bed. The girl went there and sat down, facing him.
“Alright. Now talk. Where did you hear about me? And what do you want?”
The girl took a deep breath. When she spoke up her voice was more steady.
“You are a Winchester. Everyone who knows about the hunter life, knows about you and your brother. As to what I want…”
She hesitated slightly before she continued.
“My brother is a hunter. So am I. We’ve been travelling around since I can remember. A week ago, we stayed in this motel. One night, I woke up, and my brother was gone. His jacket and gun were still there and so was his bike. That was what made me suspicious. He would not go out without a fight. And he would never leave me behind. So when I heard that you came into town I knew I would ask you. But I didn’t know how to approach you. Tonight I thought that this would be the perfect night to talk to you. But where is your brother?”
“Sam is gone. Just like your brother.”
He pulled out his phone again.
“I’ve tried calling him but there is no answer. And the story is the same with him. He would never just leave without leaving a note. And he would never leave his laptop behind.”
Beatrix nodded. Then she looked around and suddenly stood up.
“We need to leave. Before it takes us too.”
Dean’s hand automatically wandered over to the gun. He stood up and grabbed his jacket and the car keys.
“Yeah. You’re right. Let’s go.”
He grabbed his bag while the girl lifted Sam’s. Dean was a bit surprised. She was stronger that he thought she was. After all, Sam's bag wasn't exactly light. They walked out of the room and Dean quickly led her to the Impala. But, before he opened the door, Beatrix grabbed his arm and pointed towards the tires. They were all slashed.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
The girl sighed.
“Just wonderful. Now we'll have to walk all the way into town.”
Dean looked at her as if she had suddenly grown a third head.
“There is no way I'm leaving baby here.”
He turned back to the car.
“It's alright. I'm not leaving you.”
Beatrix grabbed his chin and forcefully turned his head so that he was facing her again.
“Dean Winchester! You can not be serious. We can't stay here. That's what she wants.”
Then her voice softened as she continued.
“I know that this car is your only real home. But your brother is in danger. He could be dying right now. If we stay here, we could get captured or killed. And we can’t help them if we are dead.”
Dean stared at her for a moment. Then he nodded slowly and his eyes got a bit clearer.
“I know. I don’t really know what happened with me there. Of course Sam comes before the Impala.”
She glanced behind herself.
“We need to go. She’s somewhere here.”
“How do you know? And why do you keep saying it’s a ‘she’. Why not a he?”
Beatrix looked suddenly very uncomfortable. She shifted Sam’s bag a bit on her shoulder and looked around.
“I… I just know, alright? Me and my brother were hunting that thing when we came here. I know it’s a she.”
Dean looked at her for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly but the girl could still see the mistrust in his eyes. She wasn’t surprised. Her brother was the only person who always trusted her. She knew that other people thought she was weird and disliked her. Especially hunters. The man sighed quietly and turned his head towards the other cars.
“We could just take one of those.”
She shook her head.
“No. Too big risk. She could have cursed them knowing that we could just take one of them. We’ll have to walk.”
Dean looked inside the car, checked so that everything was alright and locked the doors. Then he opened it again and threw his bag in.
“Leave Sam’s bag in the car. We should travel lightly now. Just a gun, some ammo and a knife.”
The girl smiled.
“First smart thing you’ve said.”
She left Sam’s bag and took a step back. Dean closed the door and opened the trunk. He pulled out a knife, put it in the pocket and got out some ammunition. Then he pointed towards the trunk and motioned for the girl to come over to him.
“Get what you need.”
She glanced into the trunk and froze when she saw the angel blade that was in one corner. She lifted it gently and looked carefully at the handle. Suddenly, tears appeared in her eyes and her grip on the blade tightened.
Dean looked at her in surprise. How did she know?
Chapter 2: Lies
Beatrix was standing completely still, staring at the blade. Dean slowly moved so that he was standing in front of her.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears and she was close to crying.
“How did you get his blade?”
Dean hesitated. Somehow, this girl knew Gabriel. And knew him well enough to recognize his blade. Not that Dean understood how. He had seen quite many angel blades, and he never knew which one belonged to who.
“Um… You know him?”
The girl nodded.
“Well… You know what? You’re a hunter. I’m not going to sugarcoat things for you. You know how life is. Gabriel is dead. He was killed by Lucifer. Me and Sam went back there and found his blade on the ground. Sam decided that we should take it and give it to Cas, since he and Gabriel were brothers. But Cas said that it would be better if we kept it. Something about him feeling calmer knowing that we had something to protect ourselves with in case some angel tried to kill us. Since then, we’ve gotten a few other blades that we use more often, and Gabriel’s blade has mostly been in the trunk.”
She was crying now. The hand that was still holding the weapon by the blade closed so tightly that blood started to drip along the edge of it. Dean put his hand over hers.
“Beatrix. Calm down. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you knew him.”
She smiled softly through the tears.
“Knew him? He practically raised me.”
Then she made a move to put the blade back in the trunk but Dean stopped her.
“No. Keep it. Knowing him, he would most probably want you to have it. In his own words, he’s ‘sentimental’.”
She looked at him with big eyes, and then nodded. Dean closed the trunk and locked the car.
“Alright. Let’s go then.”
The girl nodded and they started to walk at a fast pace. Dean was looking around all the time, while Beatrix was just staring straight ahead. A car passed them at full speed. Two more passed, before a bus appeared behind them. Beatrix grabbed Dean’s arm to stop him, and then started to wave her arms wildly while she took a step out onto the road. Dean watched with surprise as the bus stopped and the doors opened. Beatrice took a step inside, while holding Dean’s hand.
“Excuse me. I’m really sorry, but our car broke down. And there is no one we can call. We need to get into town. Could you take us with you?”
Her eyes were wide open and Dean was suddenly reminded of Sam, when he was young. The kid always could get people to do whatever he wanted. The driver, an older man, glanced to Dean. Beatrix, seeing that, quickly smiled.
“I’m really sorry for stopping you like that. But me and my uncle really need to get to the town. Our phones are dead and my father will be worried if we don’t call him. Please. We really need your help.”
Dean was shocked by how easily the girl came up with new things. The old man didn’t seem to catch onto the lies and he nodded quickly.
“Of course. Jump in. I have a stop close to a hotel. You can jump off there.”
Beatrix smiled and went inside, dragging Dean along with her. He followed and saw with surprise how the girl reached into the pocket of the sweatpants she had borrowed from him. He knew that there was nothing in the pants. They were his sleeping ones. He never kept anything in them. But before she could pull her hand out, the driver shook his head.
“No, no. You don’t need to pay, sweetheart. Just get in.”
Beatrix raised her eyebrows and her eyes got even bigger.
“Are you sure, sir?”
The man smiled and nodded.
“Yes. Of course. Just sit down.”
She smiled back and dragged Dean to the seats at the back. The only other passengers were an old woman, sitting in the first seat, and a teenage boy with headphones on. Dean and Beatrix sat down and he looked at her with raised eyebrows. She shrugged.
“You’re good at this. Especially making things up on the spot.”
She shrugged again.
“I was raised to be a hunter.”
Then she turned to the window and closed her eyes. Dean wanted to ask her more, but changed his mind when he noticed how tense her shoulders were. She was curled up in the big jacket and shivers still went through her body. She was sick. He could see it clearly. And the walk they had done in the pouring rain couldn’t have been good. He needed to get her to the hotel as soon as possible. Get her into a warm bath and then into a bed. Whatever she knew, she could tell him later. He would do some research while she slept the cold off. And in that moment, he realized that he was thinking about the girl almost as if she was Sam. His little sibling that he had to take care of. On the other side, he pretty much felt that he owed it to her brother. Because, if he had the same brotherly instincts that Dean had, he would take care of Sam, wherever they were. Even though, as Dean suddenly realized, the man was most probably younger than Sam. And he got more unsure about it all. But, when he looked over to the girl, he realized that he would have to take care of her. At least until they found her brother. There was something in her that didn’t really add up for him but he wasn’t going to press her. Not now at least. Maybe when she got better. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the bus stopping outside the hotel. He put his hand on Beatrix’s shoulder and the girl jerked awake.
He nodded his head towards the door.
“We’re here. Come on.”
She stood up and they quickly left the bus. Dean noticed how she pulled the jacket close around her and quickened his steps. He needed to get her inside. As soon as possible. He opened the door for her and they went inside. The woman behind the desk looked up and smiled widely when she noticed Dean. He saw how Beatrix stayed a step behind and understood the silent message. It was his turn. He smiled and walked over to the desk.
“Hallo. What can I help you with?”
He sighed heavily.
“I need a room. We are travelling around and my daughter got sick. I need to get her into a bed as soon as possible.”
He noticed how the woman glanced down on his left hand and understood immediately. She thought he was married. He needed to come up with something. But before he managed to do that, Beatrix suddenly went closer and said with anger in her voice.
“None of this would ever have happened if that woman didn’t kick us out!”
Then suddenly tears appeared in her eyes and she moved closer to Dean.
“It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything.”
The hunter, although a bit shocked by the sudden outburst, quickly caught on. He put his arm around her and hugged her.
“Of course it wasn’t your fault. I promise. You didn’t do anything.”
Then he turned to the shocked woman and smiled sadly.
“Her mother found a new man and kicked us out. She got pregnant with him. We’ve been on the road ever since then. Our car broke down a bit away from here and we had to take the bus here. As I said, Trixie caught a bad cold. We need a room. I can pay.”
The woman quickly shook her head.
“No, no. You don’t pay, sir. There are not many fathers as good as you. It really warms my heart.”
She turned around and grabbed a key from the wall. Then she turned back to them and reached the key over to Dean.
“Here. Room number 23. Second floor. Let me know if you need anything.”
Dean smiled thankfully, turned around and started to walk towards the elevator. Inside it, Beatrix quickly took a step away from him.
“Don’t call me that.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t call me Trixie. Only my brother gets to do that.”
Dean felt shock once again. She was more and more like Sam. And it was unnerving. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that Sam had gotten hit by some curse and been turned into a teenage girl. But the sadness in her eyes when she spoke about her brother wasn’t faked. He leaned against the wall and sighed. Beatrix pulled the jacket even closer to herself.
He looked at her.
“You’re getting into a warm bath. And then into the bed. I wasn’t lying. You have a bad cold.”
She opened her mouth to protest and he quickly cut her off.
“No. Don’t argue with me. I’m sure your brother would say the exactly same thing.”
That seemed to take the air out of her. She lowered her head and her eyes slipped shut again. The elevator stopped and they got out. The hallway was empty. He walked towards their room and noticed after a few seconds that the girl was not following him. As he turned around, he saw her swaying in the middle of the hall. Her eyes were still shut. A second later, she started to fall. Dean was next to her immediately. He caught her and lifted her bridal style when he noticed that she had blacked out. Putting his lips gently to her forehead told him that she had fever. She was burning up. Quickly he moved to the door to their room. He needed to get her fever down. After all, not only was she just an innocent child, she was also the only one who knew about the person who kidnapped Sam. His forehead wrinkled in concern. He hoped his little brother would hold on until he knew what to do.
Chapter 3: Powers
Sam woke up with a start. For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. His hands were in old fashioned shackles. So were his feet. His shoes were gone and so was his jacket. He moved a bit and noticed that his gun and knife were gone. So was his phone. He looked around and noticed a man in the other corner. He had a shackle on his leg. I was connected to a ring in the wall with a thick chain. His black hair was shoulder long and sticking in all possible directions. His warm brown eyes were looking at Sam with sadness. Even he lacked shoes and jacket. He looked to be around 20, 22 at most. When he spoke up, his voice was rough, almost as if the sound had to go through a bed of nails before it could get out of his mouth.
“You alright? She knocked you out pretty good.”
Sam frowned. The man, seeing it, sighed.
“I’m a hunter too. I know. She’s a witch. Picked me up in the middle of the night. I’ve been here for some time. Not really sure how long. I’m Nathaniel, by the way. Nathaniel Hale.”
The hunter raised one eyebrow.
“That Winchester, huh?”
Sam looked at him with surprise mixed with mistrust. Nathaniel rolled his eyes.
“Hey. I’m not judging. What happen is behind us. You stopped the apocalypse. That’s good enough for me.”
They sat in silence for a moment, and then he asked quietly.
“Was your brother with you?”
Sam nodded and the younger hunter looked suddenly very relieved.
“Good. Then she’ll contact him.”
“Who’ll contact him?”
“My sister. She… Wait. First tell me how you got taken.”
For a long moment, Sam didn’t know what to say. He didn’t really know himself. It all happened so fast. Then he started to talk, choosing his words carefully.
“I woke up to some sounds. When I looked around, I saw a woman standing next to my bed. She smiled to me and reached out to grab my hand. I jumped off the bed and pointed my gun at her. She just smiled again and disappeared. A second later she appeared next to me. And things went black. Next thing I know, I’m here.”
Nathaniel tilted his head.
“You’re sure that she was next to your bed? Not your brothers?”
“I’m sure. She was standing over me, staring at me. Now your turn.”
The young hunter nodded.
“Alright. I woke up in the middle of the night sensing that something was wrong. I thought I heard my sister, Beatrix, trashing around on her bed. But, when I looked over, it wasn’t that. She was asleep and there was a woman standing over her. I grabbed my gun and shot. Trixie woke up and just stared at the woman which was odd. She is a great hunter, and her powers make her even more alert. That was why I was so surprised that she wasn’t the first one to wake up. Next thing I know, the woman disappeared. Then everything went black. From what this woman told me, Trixie is looking for me. And she is on her guard so there is no way she’ll get captured. I’m just happy that your brother is there too.”
But Sam was hung up on something he said.
“Beatrix is a witch.”
For a long moment, both hunters were quiet. Then, Sam asked with disbelief:
“You’re a hunter and you let your sister become a witch?”
Sudden anger appeared in Nathaniel’s eyes.
“She didn’t have a choice! She was born like that! Our father hated her for it. She made her toy’s levitate when she was in her crib. Our own mother was so scared of her that she committed suicide. Our father blamed Trixie for it ever since she was a small child. I was the only person who accepted her. One day, our father told me that he was going on a hunt and to keep an eye on her. He told me to kill her if she tried anything. So, as soon as he left, I grabbed her and ran. I was 15. She was 8. We hid from place to place. Hunted. She got better control over her power, to the point where we could easily go into a town without her losing control. By now, she is a professional. Some years ago, we got the message that our father died on a hunt. We told the hunters to just burn his body. To me, he stopped existing the same second he told me I should kill my little sister. And she didn’t even know him that well.”
Sam was just staring at him. Nathaniel sighed and continued in a calmer voice.
“That was why I asked whose bed she was standing over. It was clear to me that Trixie was her main target. But, as she told me, taking me was as good. Because she knows Bea will come for me. In your case, she stood over your bed. So I’m guessing you’re the one with the powers.”
The youngest Winchester paled.
“No. I don’t. Not anymore.”
Nathaniel rolled his eyes.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t judge you. My sister was born with magic. I’ve pretty much seen it all.”
But Sam just shook his head.
“No. I don’t have it anymore. I had visions before. I could exorcise demons with my mind, but that was only after I drank demon blood. It didn’t work without it.”
He was shocked about how easy it was to admit it to the young man. But, at the same time, the man had most probably heard many weird things in his life. And he didn’t seem to be shocked, angry or disgusted.
“And nothing else?”
“I… I used telekinesis once. But I acted on instinct then. Dean was going to get shot. I don’t even know how I did it.”
“There you go. That’s the thing you were born with. Yellow eyed gave you the exorcising and visions. But the telekinesis was in you ever since you were born. You just never noticed it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she wouldn’t have touched you if you weren’t a natural.”
Suddenly the door slammed open and a knife came flying towards the younger man. He didn’t even flinch when it hit the wall next to his head. When the woman walked inside, he raised one eyebrow.
“Really? You gotta do better than that if you want it to scare me. I was raised and am still living with a witch.”
The woman just smirked and threw her long red hair back. Her green eyes were shining.
“I think you’ve talked enough now, don’t you think?”
He shrugged but he didn’t say anything. She smiled.
“You learn quickly, big boy.”
Then she turned towards Sam.
“Sam Winchester. You don’t realize how long I’ve been waiting for a chance to meet you. Your powers are so big. And so unused. You could be someone great, Sam. Without that brother of yours slowing you down. Join me and I’ll never hold you back.”
Sam’s voice was filled with hate as he spat out:
The woman smiled again.
“I actually hoped you wouldn’t give up so easily. I would rather train you together with the girl.”
She turned to the other man and sighed.
“Your sister found the other Winchester. But she has not told him about her abilities. And she seems to be quite ill right now. I wonder how he’ll react when things start to fly around.”
Then she laughed and walked out again, closing the door behind her. Sam turned his worried eyes towards the other hunter.
“Nathaniel. I don’t want to worry you, but I have to say this. I don’t know how Dean might react when he finds out. He hates everything supernatural except for Cas.”
Then something appeared in his eyes.
“Cas! Why didn’t I think about it?! Um… Cas. We need some help. It doesn’t really matter whether you come to me or Dean. Just… We need your help. So…”
“It won’t work.”
Sam turned to the man that had interrupted him.
“I said it won’t work. Prayers don’t seem to be able to get out of here. I already tried to call Gabe. And if even an archangel can’t hear us, then your friend won’t be able to.”
Sam froze again.
For a few seconds, Nathaniel looked confused. Then he understood what he was asking about.
“Gabe. Gabriel. He’s been keeping an eye on us ever since we ran away from home. He pretty much raised us. And he showed Bea how to control her powers. But he’s been gone for some time now. I guess he’s busy.”
Sam sighed quietly.
“Nathaniel. There is something you should know.”
The man nodded to show that he was listening.
“I… I’m sorry you have to find out this way. I really am. But… Gabriel is dead.”
Chapter 4: A Test
The man just stared at him. He was sitting completely still. It looked as if he was holding his breath. Then, suddenly, he stood up and started to pace. The chain was dragging behind him. Sam just sat quiet. He knew that the man needed time. He himself couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if Cas died. Then, Nathaniel sat down again and took a deep breath.
“He… It was pretty much our fault.”
The younger hunter raised one eyebrow and Sam understood that he needed more information.
“He tried to get me and Dean to say yes. We refused and told him, straight to his face, that he was a coward. And that he was too afraid to stand up to his family. It wasn’t right. I realize it now. We pretty much pushed him into the fight. He appeared and saved me, Dean and Kali from Lucifer. But he didn’t make it out of there alive.”
Nathaniel shook his head.
“It wasn’t your fault. Gabe would have came around eventually. He was on our side all along. On humans side. In his own, twisted way. But he was scared. He knew that, if he ever stood up to his brothers, he would not make it out alive. He would never be able to kill his brothers. Or, well, he would, but only if Bea’s life was at stake. She was his little girl. But it wasn’t your fault. You just sped up what would have happened either way.”
Then he sighed and leaned his head against the wall.
“Contrary to what many think, Gabe is not a bad person. Yes, he killed people, but he was just doing justice. He saved so many more innocent people. And, being in the witness protection, he had to act like Loki would, to not get hurt by anyone. The demis were on his case many times. Odin is Loki's father. It wasn’t easy to fool him. But Gabe did it. He just had to keep the game going all the time. Make sure that no one ever suspected him.”
They sat in silence after that. Around two hours later, the woman came back. She was carrying a tray with food on it. She put it in the middle of the room and Sam noticed that it was out of reach for both of them. She then smiled to Sam and left. Nathaniel sighed.
“Excellent. Just wonderful.”
Then he turned towards Sam.
“I guess you’ll have to get a grip on your telekinesis or we’ll starve.”
And Sam understood. It was a test. He had to move the tray.
“I can’t. Didn’t you hear me? I can’t control it. I don’t know what to do.”
He heard himself getting panicked. Nathaniel smiled softly and started to talk with a quiet voice. It was still rough, but something in it made Sam calmer.
“Hey. Calm down. Take it easy. Don’t feel any pressure. I won’t blame you if you can’t do it. Just breathe. I can try to help you.”
For a moment, Sam just stared at him. On one side, he was intrigued. If he really had natural powers, nothing that had to do with yellow eyed, he wanted to try it. He wanted to be able to have an additional advantage over the monsters they were hunting. But, on the other side, he knew Dean’s hate of everything supernatural. He was scared about what would happen if he really explored his powers and Dean found out. Nathaniel, almost as if he was reading his thoughts, just gave him another smile.
“Calm down, Sam. I know what you are thinking. Your brother will hate you. But, after all that happened with you two, I doubt he will hate you. I know that I never hated Bea. Even when everyone else was against us. It’s a big brother thing. Whatever happens, the younger sibling always comes first. Dean will not hate you.”
For a long moment, Sam was just staring at him. Then he nodded slowly.
“Alright. What should I do?”
Nathaniel looked at him with raised eyebrows. Both this time.
“You’re really sure? As I said, you don’t have to.”
Sam nodded with determination.
“If I have powers, I want to try to control them.”
He really wanted that. For one, he wanted to be able to control it. Make sure that no accidents ever happened. And, with this man so accepting, he wanted to try. To see if he really could do it. Especially since he understood that he would not get judged.
“Alright. Close your eyes.”
Sam did it. He noticed that his other senses sharpened when he did it. Nathaniel’s voice was almost hypnotizing when he started to talk again.
“Now, visualize the room. Don’t concentrate on me. Concentrate on the tray. You’ve got it?”
It took him a few minutes but in the end he could see it all in front of him. He nodded slowly, keeping his focus on the tray.
“Alright. Now imagine reaching out and grabbing the tray. No odd mind things. Just imagine your hand reaching out and grabbing the tray. Then, when you’ve got it, start pulling it towards you.”
Sam nodded again and tried imagining reaching out to the tray. It took him a few tries but in the end, he managed to grab it. Then he started to pull. Next to the wall, Nathaniel smiled, seeing the tray moving slightly. Then he noticed how Sam’s forehead wrinkled in pain. He knew that sight too well. He still remembered his sister getting that look when she was overdoing it. Before she had complete control over her powers.
“Sam. Sam, stop. Let go of the tray. Open your eyes.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open at the loud voice that penetrated his thoughts. He looked over to Nathaniel.
“You’re overdoing it. Your head will hurt you if you keep going. Take it slowly. You don’t need to do everything at once.”
There was real concern in his voice and Sam nodded. He glanced over to the tray and noticed that it had moved.
“Of course it works. You have the power. You just never knew about it. And with the powers that yellow eyed gave you, you were taught to hate everything supernatural that you could do. You thought that all of your powers were evil. And the exorcising most probably was. The visions were given to you by him, so they could be classed as evil too. But the time you used your telekinesis, you did it because your brother was in danger. You did it, most probably, on instinct. But you never looked further into that later on.”
Sam just stared at him. Then, without thinking, he said:
“Your sister is very lucky.”
Nathaniel’s eyebrows shot up again. Sam quickly started to explain.
“I don’t mean it like that. Dean is a wonderful brother. I would never want anyone else as my brother. He would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. But for your sister, you’re the perfect brother. With the way you simply accept this. Even though you are a hunter.”
The younger hunter closed his eyes.
“I could never hate Bea. Whatever happened.”
Sam didn’t answer. He simply didn’t know what to say anymore. Then he closed his eyes and started to concentrate on the tray again. This time, it went easier. But he still had to stop a few times, before the tray was close enough for him to grab it with his hand. He took half of the sandwiches and one of the glasses with water. Then he slowly moved sideways towards Nathaniel. The man stood up and walked as far as he could to the side. The grabbed the tray that Sam was giving him and went back to his place, where he had the most freedom to move his shackled foot.
“Nice work, Sammy.”
“Only Dean gets to call me that.”
He said it automatically and Nathaniel burst out laughing.
“Dear Lord. You are just like Trixie.”
Then he turned towards the food and missed therefore the smile Sam gave him. It was nice to know that there was someone who was so accepting. On the other side of the room, Nathaniel was thinking about his little sister. He knew that, when in fever, she could sometimes lose control over her power and make everything in the room fly around. She was also allergic to some of the medicine and some foods. As well as a vegetarian. He sighed as he thought about Dean Winchester taking care of his little sister. He just hoped that his brotherly instincts would win over his hate towards all supernatural beings.