Dean was watching the perimeter and Sam talking to Scott both at the same time. Dean frowned, it didn't take much to figure out why Sam would want to talk to the psychic in low voices. Dean knew people with special powers. Knew quite a few of them. Heck, the last 24 hours doubled that number. But it didn't matter, none of those people were Sam. However, he did know someone who was quite like Sam. Knew someone who was like Sam who almost killed him. His name was Max, and he was psychotic.
Not that Sam hadn't tried to kill him before. There have been times when one or the other have been overtaken, impersonated, you name it. But this was different, this was Sam, and Max was psychotic.
That only began to touch on the concern that Dean had for Sam's new abilities. Dean heaved a big sigh and got up to walk the perimeter. He never did good just sitting around. There's the whole Demon thing and headaches and premonitions. /Crap. Too much, just too much. Why couldn't Sammy just stay Sammy. Dean thought with anguish.
As Dean was contemplating his life and his brother, he stumbled upon Molly in a tree perch. At first, he grabbed for his gun because he couldn't make out who or what it was and thought it might be an intruder. but moonlight appeared from behind the clouds and fell upon her hair and left little doubt after that.
As the cloud continued to disperse, Dean realized why he didn't recognize her in the first place. She was an amazing contortionist. Dean leaned back against the trunk and enjoed the view for a few long moments before he continued the perimeter check. Take your pleasures where you could was one of Dean's mottos. Because you just can't tell when life's gonna start sucking again.
[Dean] Sanity check (open tag)
Not that Sam hadn't tried to kill him before. There have been times when one or the other have been overtaken, impersonated, you name it. But this was different, this was Sam, and Max was psychotic.
That only began to touch on the concern that Dean had for Sam's new abilities. Dean heaved a big sigh and got up to walk the perimeter. He never did good just sitting around. There's the whole Demon thing and headaches and premonitions. /Crap. Too much, just too much. Why couldn't Sammy just stay Sammy. Dean thought with anguish.
As Dean was contemplating his life and his brother, he stumbled upon Molly in a tree perch. At first, he grabbed for his gun because he couldn't make out who or what it was and thought it might be an intruder. but moonlight appeared from behind the clouds and fell upon her hair and left little doubt after that.
As the cloud continued to disperse, Dean realized why he didn't recognize her in the first place. She was an amazing contortionist. Dean leaned back against the trunk and enjoed the view for a few long moments before he continued the perimeter check. Take your pleasures where you could was one of Dean's mottos. Because you just can't tell when life's gonna start sucking again.