Disclaimer-I don't own Supernatural…no matter how much I wish I did.

Summary-After dean cuts his finger on a strange stone he found in Pastor Jim's yard he begins to exhibit strange abilities akin to those of psychics. Teenchesters. Dean's 14. Sam's 10. Sam's already has his powers.

Dreams, visions, and thoughts: 'hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Mind control/ telepathic control:"Hello"

Chapter one

Dean stood outside of Pastor Jims house, watching Sam run around with Achilles, the younger boy chasing the dog through the yard. He was waiting for his father to return home from his latest hunt. A witch in Louisiana from what he heard.

John had dropped them off at the preachers house so Caleb, who was staying there for a while, could watch them while he and Jim left on the hunt. He wouldn't have taken the preacher if it wasn't for the fact that Jim believed he could talk the witch out of doing magic and had insisted upon going along.

Dean looked up at the darkening sky and sighed. "Sammy! Time to get inside! C'mon!"

The smaller boy ran up to the porch, a heavy pout on his face. "Awwwww, but Dean!"

"But nothing Sam. Inside."

Sam huffed angrily, but trudged inside, his brother and the dog following.

When they entered the kitchen Caleb turned to grin at them, stirring a pot on the stove. Dean was immediately suspicious. Whenever Caleb smiled like that it usually meant he was gonna pull a prank on the younger boy.

"What're you smiling at Damien?", the fourteen year old asked, raising an eyebrow.

Caleb smiled. "Nothing Deuce."

Dean grinned wider at the nickname and moved to the older boy's side, peering into the pot at what appeared to be a large clumpy noodle monster. "What the hell is that thing? Dude, I think it blinked at me."

"It's mac n' cheese…or at least, it's supposed to be.", The older boy said frowning. "I followed what the box said!"

Dean sighed, surprised by the older boy's lack of any cooking skill whatsoever. "You forgot to stir the noodles. They clump if you don't stir them."

Caleb looked down at the younger boy and for a moment wondered how he knew, then he remembered who he was talking to. Dean was left alone so often that it was no surprise he knew how to make mac n' cheese. Hell he knew how to make things much more complex than mac n' cheese. He had to in order to keep himself and Sam healthy and fed.

"-throw it out."

He blinked, having completely missed what Dean said, having been too busy thinking. "What?"

The teen sighed, grabbing the pot off the stove and pouring the hot water out carefully. "I said we might as well throw it out. Maybe order pizza or something."

"Yeah. I'll get the number.", Caleb said, heading into the living room for the phonebook.

When he left the room Dean poured the clumped noodles into the trash and turned to Sam who had began shifting through his pockets for something, eyes wide.

"What's wrong Sammy?", he asked, moving over to his baby brother.

Sam frowned. "I think I lost my knife. The one dad gave me."

"What? Where? Do you know how pissed dad's gonna be?", Dean asked, giving his brother a reproachful look.

"I know Dean. I had it earlier. It must've fallen out of my pocket in the yard. I-I'll just go out real quick and get it, you can come with so I'm not alone.", Sam said hopefully.

Dean shook his head. "No way Sam. You know what dad says."

"But Dean," Sam moaned. "I have to get it back. You said it yourself, Dad'll get pissed if I don't!"

"No Sam."

"Dean please!", the smaller boy pleaded, giving his older brother his famous Sammy pout, complete with puppy dog eyes.

Dean sighed, unable to deny his baby brother anything when he pouted. "Fine, but let's make it quick."

"I ordered half-cheese and half-", Caleb said, stopping when he realized Dean and Sam weren't in the room. Frowning he headed for the Stairs thinking they might be upstairs. "Sam? Dean? Where are you guys?"

Dean glanced up when he heard Caleb call for them and growled. "Shit! Hurry up Sam!"

Both boys began searching faster, digging around in the grass, and getting farther away from the house. As Dean searched haphazardly through the grass he felt a stinging pain in his hand. He cursed and pulled his up to his face in an attempt to see the damage. After realizing it was gonna need stitches he groaned, looking down in an attempt to see what he'd cut his palm on.

Reaching around slowly, he caught hold of it and pulled. It didn't budge. Straining his eyes he could make out a sharp corner of what he guessed was a metal box. He quickly dug it out and stared at it. It was small and compact, with a hinge lid. Curiosity getting the better of him he quickly jerked, tugging it open and staring at what was inside. A piece of folded paper lay on top of a small violet eye shaped stone. He frowned, picking up the stone with his injured hand and the paper with the other.

"I want to see.", he read, confused by the words. As soon as they left his mouth a numbing sensation so slight that he really didn't notice began traveling up his fingertips.

"Dean, I found it!"

He looked up, temporarily distracted from the stone in his hand and the numbness that was now slowly creeping up his arm. Forgetting about the note and stone, he shoved them back into the box and put it back into the hole. When he'd put it back he stood up and made his way over to Sam, the numbness beginning spread across his whole body.

"Good. Let's get back in-", he said, stopping and putting a hand to his head, a wave of dizziness hitting him.

"Dean?", Sam questioned, a hint of fear in his voice. "You okay?"

He felt his knee's give out and, realizing something was wrong, glanced towards the house. "S'mmy…get Caleb."

"Caleb! Caleb!"

Up in the bedroom Caleb shot up, the fear in Sam's voice Making his heart freeze. He darted down the stairs, into the kitchen and out the back door, following the small boy's cries. As he burst out the back door and into the cold night air his eyes settled on the two boys, Sam Sitting on the ground beside his brother, who lay unmoving on the grass, eyes closed.

"What happened?", Caleb cried moving over to the two boys and looking over Dean.

Sam's teary eyes stared up at him, glistening in the darkness. "W-We were looking for my knife. I lost it and dad would have been mad, and Dean, he was helping me find it…and he…I found it and he was all…dizzy and he fell over and I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Caleb put a hand on the kids shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. "Calm down runt. G-Go call Bobby, tell him to get here as fast as he can. Can you do that for me?"

The younger boy nodded and slowly got up, running back to the house and leaving Caleb alone with his unconscious brother. The older boy immediately checked Dean's vitals, noticing the cut on his hand, and, when he was sure the teen was breathing, picked him up, running into the house.

When he got inside Sam was on the phone gasping and whimpering to Bobby, telling him to come quick and that Dean was hurt. Putting Dean down on the couch Caleb took the phone from Sam hoping to give Bobby the kind of information that the ten year old had probably forgotten in his panic.

"Bobby?"

"Caleb? What happened boy?"

Caleb sighed. "Sam dropped his knife outside earlier and they went out to get it. He says Dean collapsed, and he called me. I checked his vitals and they're good, but he hasn't woken up."

"So he just collapsed?"

Caleb nodded, knowing the older hunter couldn't see him. "That's what Sammy said. He said he got dizzy and collapsed. He has a cut on his hand, you think that could have something to do with it?"

He heard Bobby get up and shuffle through some things. "Maybe. I'm on my way. Call John, he should be aware and try and keep Sammy calm. You know how he is when it comes to Dean."

Caleb glanced at Sam. "Yeah, I know. See you soon."

"Yeah."

Hanging up, he dialed John's number, relieved when the grizzled hunter picked up. "John Winchester."

"Yeah, John it's Caleb. Look, Dean…"

"Dean what?", the older hunter growled, worry evident in his voice.

"He passed out. Are you-Are you on your way back?", Caleb asked, hopeful.

For a moment there was silence, then a heavy sigh. "Yeah."

The teen sighed. "Good. I called Bobby, he should be here soon. How long you gonna be?"

He heard a muffled voice in the background then John sighed. "Few hours as long as Jim doesn't make me obey traffic laws. See you then."

"Kay."

"Till then...", He could hear the worry in Johns voice. "Keep him safe."

"I will."

Hanging up the phone he made his way to Dean's side where Sam was waiting, looking down at his older brother with worry and fear. Caleb felt the same way.

"Relax runt. Bobby's on his way, I'm sure Deuce is fine.", he said staring down at the smaller boy, who's eyes were trained on his older brother's still form.

"You're sure?", Sam asked, glancing up at him.

"Yeah I'm sure."

A groan from the couch alerted them to the fact that Dean was waking up and they both turned to look at him, a sense of relief overcoming them.

"Deuce? You okay?", Caleb asked leaning down to see check on the groaning teen.

"Y-Yeah, if feeling like I just got hit by a truck constitutes as okay." Dean said as he sat up and turned to look at him making both Caleb and Sam gasp with surprise. "Damien? Sammy? W-What's wrong?"

Staring at the lean teen on the couch Caleb found himself speechless, so it was up to Sam to say it. "Dean, You're eyes are…violet."

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