Dean frowned, meeting his little brothers' gaze with a fresher perspective, he had after all been reading what amounted to a woman's journals through her personal evolution, and there was one thing he understood with a profound depth that actually caused him pain, "…She was alone Sam… external job, social moments notwithstanding… she was really…"
"Yeah…" Sam nodded, understanding perfectly the muted desperation in the ads she'd placed. His greens met Dean's and he nodded. Yep, he understood too.
A few more clicks and he found himself logged into her e-mail accounts where there were several hundred responses in a total of five mail boxes.
"Holy crap…" Dean breathed shaking his head, "Glad I'm working on the journals…"
Sam shook his head and smiled opening the one that seemed to be her main mailbox, one in which there were only four e-mails.
"What the hell!" he sneered dragging the cursor to one in particular that caught his eye.
It was addressed to ABSeer, but the subject heading read: For Sam Winchester.
"What the hell?" Dean echoed and nudged Sam "Open it."
Walking around the odd feeling in his belly Sam double clicked on that particular letter and read its contents just a little faster than his older brother.
I'm not really sure how to explain how and why I'm here. I'm writing it down because I tend to say things more…logically, more organized, when I've had time to think about it and write it out. I guess I was set on this path years ago – 26 years, actually, but it's only been within the last year/year and a half that my life has really become crazy. Lol. Well, I guess it's good I can laugh about it, at the moment.
So what happened 26 years ago? A fire. When I was six months old, the fire that started in my nursery killed my mother and father. To this day, I'm not sure how I ended up safely out of harms way. Some say a neighbor or even a vagrant must have gone into the house to save me. No one ever stepped forward, though, to claim the heroic deed. I used to think it was an angel. I'm not so sure anymore, but it doesn't really matter. I still believe that I'm alive for a reason, for such a time as this. I have to.
My parents were fairly well off. I was the sole heir. I was taken in by my aunt and uncle. They treated me as nothing less than one of their own. They were the only mom and dad I ever knew. They raised me Christian, so I grew up believing in angels and demons, but knowing of their existence and being confronted by one are two different things. But, that's jumping a little ahead of myself. Getting back to what I was saying, to say my life was anything but blessed, despite the tumultuous beginning, would be wrong or an understatement. I lived in peaceful, ignorant, naïve bliss for nearly 25 years.
A little over a year ago, that changed. Some changes happened quickly, others were slower, at first, subtle, but ultimately life altering. I began to experience strange things. I started to feel emotions that had nothing to do with my own circumstances. I was getting headaches in public. The more crowded a location, the quicker the onset and the more painful the headache became. I felt like I was on an emotional roller coaster, like a major case of pms, and I was losing control.
Then, one night, November 2nd, I had a nightmare. I had what I called nightmares growing up as a child, but nothing, and I do mean nothing, compared to that night. What I saw was horrifying. There was a pretty young blonde pinned to, what I later realized was, the ceiling. But it was more than that. I was there. I was living it. I felt her blood drip on my head. I yelled, though in a voice not my own. Disbelief, pain, loss and, oddly (to me) guilt overwhelmed me; kept me pinned like her. And try as I might, I could not wake up. As if it couldn't get any worse, and yet somehow I knew it was coming, flames erupted from behind the girl. Jess. It felt like she was (not to sound…weird) the love of my life and, yet, I had no idea who she was and hoped she was nothing more than a dream. Then, I realized I was being dragged out of the inferno by a man. Finally, I was able to wake up, but the lingering emotions from the nightmare made it more real than anything I had ever experienced before. I was haunted by those images and emotions for days, maybe even weeks. That ended up being the first of many dreams, though, in some ways, still the most painful. Somehow, as time went on, I began to put some of the pieces of the puzzle together, that my life had suddenly become. I am an empath. I can feel the emotions of others, to varying degrees depending on the number of people I'm around, how strongly they feel emotion, their outlet for those emotions, and how strong my own defenses are on any given day. Heck, any given hour. I won't go into my own junk here, that's not why I'm writing this. I'm not looking for sympathy or pity. I'm just letting you know where I'm coming from. I accepted what was happening, and once I did that, I don't know, a few more things fell into place. It actually became easier to tell what I was feeling verses what I was getting from others. I had a few more really intensely real dreams. I knew they were related. I just wasn't sure how, yet. I did know that these nightmare snippets always involved two men. The man through whose eyes I saw things, as you may have guessed, was YOU, Sam; the other man, your constant companion… your brother Dean. The next event that threw me for a ringer was both disturbing and immensely joyful. I received another flash like dream or memory. A woman, Julie, was just accepting a marriage proposal. She had tears of joy streaming down her face. The moment passes. What made it disturbing was that it happened during the day. I'm just glad I wasn't driving. Like the nightmares, I saw the event; no, I was experiencing the event through Jules. Feeling as she felt, seeing, hearing, smelling, everything. I was temporarily blinded to my own reality.
These invasions into others lives became a regular occurrence, which, let me tell you, has made for some interesting looks and conversations on the part of those around me when it happens. The cast of characters for this bizarre soap opera has, or had, eight regulars. More than that, I came to realize that each of the people I was connected to had psychic abilities. Apparently, I'm an empath, but when something highly emotional happens to one of the other eight, I get a psychic…boost…and temporarily become a telepath. There is, as I mentioned Jules, or Julie, she's a telepath – a true telepath, unlike myself. Sometimes, I think she can sense me, but I'm not really sure. There… was… Max. He had telekinesis. Rosie is also telepath. I tell ya, there's nothing like the innocence and simplicity of a child. Franko, he can heal people. I worry about him. Carmen is a classic "psychic". She reads auras, energies, picks up on what's going on in people's lives. There's Andy, he has the power of mind control, he's a little scary and sometimes. So is Robert, sometimes he really doesn't seem quite like himself…he can alter another person's reality. And he's learning fast.
Then, of course, there's you, Sam, with visions of the future. Unlike any of the others, you show the potential to use more than one ability. You've had visions, done the classic-psychic-thing, and telekinesis. I don't know about you, but I still have so many questions.
It wasn't until Max that I realized we had more in common than having psychic abilities. Yeah, I was "there" for the Max event. I can only assume that I saw more than the usual brief flashes because you two were interacting with each other and emotions were high. I knew my birth parents died in a fire. I now know that yours and Max's mom also died. I can only say that I'm glad you're the stronger psychic. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I was experiencing those events through Max. If you die in a dream, do you die in real life? Anyway…
Throughout the past year, I've been temporarily but frighteningly consumed by the lives of others. After Max… I started searching for the others. I wanted to confirm that we were all connected by… the demon.
I want to thank you, both, for Rosie, by the way. You saved her. I can't really explain it, but I know you saved her in more ways than we yet know. She is still… whole. I decided to approach you first. I figure, you deal with this sort of thing all the time. Plus, you're painfully aware of the demon. (I can't express to you enough how sorry I am about the loss of your father.) So…I'm pretty confident you won't think I'm insane. I'm not sure what I expect from our meeting, but I would like to offer you whatever I can, whatever you need, whatever you'll accept.
By the way… My name is Kaitlyn… and if you haven't figured it out already… there's something big coming… maybe like a war… and I want to make sure I'm on the right side when the time comes… if you know any others like us… if you're interested in talking… you can copy down my e-mail address… I hope I hear from you and your brother, Sam… I really do.
"What the hell?" Dean asked, his expression just as befuddled as Sam's.
The youngest Winchester shook his head, completely dumbfounded, "Huh… y'got me…"
"What the hell is going on here Sammy?" Dean nearly demanded and again Sam shook his head.
"I really don't know… but I think we just went from the Twilight Zone to the Outer Limits…" Sam finally answered.
Two days later, with every available square inch of the impala's interior packed with Alexandra Bentley's book collection Dean pulled away from the curb in front of her apartment, his pocket lined with three hundred dollars he'd gotten for the whole of her media collection. Hocking her stuff had initially been a point of contention between the Winchester brothers, Sam thinking it was wrong to profit even further from the gift of the woman's life and Dean, after having read her set of journals all the way through felt frighteningly close to her, and knew she would have insisted that someone profit from some part of her life.
Finding himself strangely affected by Dean's apparent empathy toward the woman who'd ensured he would live a little longer, Sam relented, wondering at the many facets of his big brother that were still surprising him, and he wondered why he was surprised. He knew Dean felt things far more deeply than he'd ever let anyone know, hadn't the last few months alone proven that to him time and time again? And yet he still found himself surprised without understanding why.
"Knock it off Sam…" Dean muttered gently, just a little louder than the radio as his baby brother shook his head and protested faintly from beneath the veil of his dozing.
"Huh?" Sam asked waking back up and stretching his long lean form as much as possible in the greatly reduced space.
"You were mumbling man…" Dean said softly as the black and yellow ribbon spun out behind them in the waning light. Once more they were chasing the sun into the west but as always, it eluded them and soon night was pulling them into its breast, begging them to stop and rest.
They were only a few hours away from the roadhouse when Dean finally pulled into a tiny motel and got them a room before waking Sam.
Tomorrow they would fully immerse themselves into The Outer Limits, they'd unload the books into Ellen's basement, get Alex Bentley's laptop organized to their liking and wait for Sam's new playmate to show up. Dean wasn't wild about how quick Sam was to arrange a meeting with another one of the Demon's apparently 'chosen-children' but he did understand the need to make contact and feel out the territory. As much as he hated to admit it, Ellen had a point. The world was at war and folks like them were stuck right in the middle of it. And he had to admit, what better place to meet a potential Meg Masters than in a bar full of hunters? He felt his guts clench at the whisper of fear for his little brother. I'm going to have to tell him… dad you're gonna have to forgive me man, but this not knowing is going to kill Sam… it's going to hurt him and open him up in ways you don't understand…and it's sure as hell not doing me any good either… I'll hold off as long as I can but he needs to know dad… Dean thought as he slid between the sheets. That encounter with Andy and Webber, it's not even the whole of it…he's scared of himself dad…and there's only so much I can protect him from… I can't protect him from himself… he felt himself shudder at the prospect of Sammy putting himself in jeopardy just because he didn't know the truth. It was going to be hard for him to hear and cope with, but knowledge is power, and if he had the whole story, Sam could cope, especially with Dean at his side. I promised you Sammy… long as I'm around nothing bad's gonna happen to you… I mean it too little brother…we're all we have… trust me Sammy… I'll keep you safe…I hope… and finally his mind quietly slipped into restful darkness with one final thought, I wish Laura was here…please be alive honey… please.
My part in the telling of this particular story is over… sifi.
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