[Scott] Day 18 (night): Psychics Anonymous (tag Sam, open)

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Night fell on the impromptu and nearly silent camp. Most everyone in the overland group sat or lie near the campfire, exhausted from the long march. The exceptions were Dean and Molly, who'd taken first watch, and Sam, who sat at the edge of the firelight whittling a piece of wood.

Now that the Doctor was deep into his healing trance, Scott was more than ready to turn in for the night. There was one last thing to do before he could. He strode over to Sam. "Hey," he said quietly, prompting the gangly kid to look up. "Do you still want to talk?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, if you're up to it."

Scott smiled mirthlessly as he sank to the ground a short distance away. "I look that bad, huh?" Sam shrugged, and Scott chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He nodded at Sam's geometric carving. "That's pretty cool. What is it?"

Sam frowned at the half-carved wood for a moment before answering. "The Key of Solomon." Scott shook his head, puzzled. "A protective symbol."

"Protection from... demons?" Sam nodded solemnly. Scott studied the straight lines crisscrossing the circle Sam had carved. "I didn't think demons existed before coming here," Scott added quietly.

Sam deepened one of the lines with the tip of his knife. "Demons, and lots of other things."

"Great," Scott muttered, thinking of what Mara had been through. (If Sam and Dean hunt these things like they claim, at least someone's fighting back.) The thought was somewhat heartening. "You said you're psychic," Scott stated, keeping his voice down. "Is that why you and your brother hunt demons?"

Sam barked a laugh, of all things. "No. Well, sort of." Scott raised an eyebrow skeptically. "It's a long story," Sam said with a sigh. He continued in a near whisper. "Something's happening to me. Started earlier this year. I have dreams... nightmares... that come true. I never know what I'm going to see when I close my eyes. I try to sleep for only an hour or two at a time to avoid them, but I can't. Now I dream when I'm awake. Premonitions, visions, I guess. Complete with skull-splitting headaches. They'll get Dean and me killed if it keeps up like this." The young man looked positively miserable.

Scott opened his shields a bit to push reassurance to the kid. Sam sat a little straighter. "You're sure it's something psychic?" Sam frowned defensively. "You and your brother mentioned magic before, and again, since coming here, I know that magic exists, too."

"It's a psychic thing. Missouri and the damned demon said so."

Scott blinked, puzzled. "Missouri?"

Sam nodded. "She's a psychic. Helped my family." The young man was quiet for a few moments. Fear pushed aside some of his bitterness and resignation. "Max was psychic, too. Like me, 'cept better at telekinesis."

"You're precognitive and telekinetic?"

Sam's mirthless half-smile returned. "I guess. I've only done it -- moved stuff -- once. Didn't know what I was doing. I had to get to Dean before Max killed him."

Scott stared at Sam, horrified. "Max *was* psychic? He died?"

Sam nodded. "He was psychotic. Not sure if it was from abuse or being psychic." He finally looked up from the carving and met Scott's eyes. "You're psychic and sane. Am I gonna lose it?"

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[Sam] Morning already? (tag Dean, open)

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After he'd washed up in a nearby stream Sam found his brother sitting near the remains of the campfire. He was untying the corners of one of the garish shirts Adam had given them, revealing a sizeable quantity of small, dark berries. (Blueberries?) As unlikely as that seemed, Dean was eating them, so they couldn't be too bad.

Sam sat beside Dean, offering some of the smoked venison and rabbit he'd grabbed from last night's dinner. "Berry picking, Dean? How manly."

"Bite me," Dean grumbled, taking the rabbit meat.

"Aww. Big brother needs his coffee."

Dean smacked him in the back of the head. "Surprised you're not crying for herbal tea, you pansy."

Sam chuckled, tearing off some of the venison with his teeth. Either he was that hungry, or the deer meat was exceptionally good.

After eating in silence for a few minutes Sam quietly told Dean about the nightmare he'd had. "I don't know if it was a premonition," he concluded. "Not sure if we should tell the others."

[Mayday] On the road again (tag Sam, Dean, open)

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As the main group started getting ready to go, May noted Dean was still talking with Sam, and whatever his brother was saying, Dean actually looked worried. And anything that disturbed Dean visibly was probably not minor.

No one else had noticed, they were too busy striking camp and getting their things together She grabbed her backpack and approached the brothers. "What's going on?"

[Dean] On the road again (tag Sam, May, open)

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"What's going on?"

Dean would like to know the answer to that question even more than May did.

"Sammy's hear had a dream. Sometimes...mosttimes...they come true. We're trying to decide if we should tell the others. I say, 'yes', except for Scott and Locke. They may not be able to handle knowing how badly their girlfriends are in trouble. Maybe we should get another opinion from some of the others?"

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Just to let you all know, Sam's nightmare doesn't have to come true. Mostly I wanted to have him have a creepy dream.

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Oh, I thought that Sam's dream was a visualization of what was happening with the ladies at the current time. The blood splattered wall (from Sakai's demonstration of Daisy's healing abilities), Ami's comatose body ('cause she's having an out of body experience right now), the other bodies (ditto on the out of body). That was my interpretation of it so I thought it had *already* come true :)

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That was my interpretation of it so I thought it had *already* come true :)

Oops. Let me clarify. Sam saw the blood-spattered wall, Ami's body, Daisy, etc. That part that doesn't necessarily have to come true is Dean, May, and Sam stumbling upon Daisy.

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That part that doesn't necessarily have to come true is Dean, May, and Sam stumbling upon Daisy.

But, wouldn't that be oh-so-much fun?

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Oh, it would be. *cackles* I just don't want to railroad the game in any particular direction.

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It would be, and it would FIGURE - I was more concerned about May coming out with the concern of them not knowing the kidnapees post-premonition-that-she-didn't-know-about. Doesn't mean they won't get split off from the group anyway...

[Sam] On the road again (tag Dean, May, open)

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The three decided that it would be best to tell the Doctor, who clearly led the group, about Sam's dream. "What if he doesn't believe you?" May asked.

Sam shrugged. "Scott says he's psychic. Plus, the guy sucked moisture out of the air during his healing trance overnight. I think he's used to weird."

"Wow, Sam. Puttin' those Stanford smarts to work, huh?" Dean smirked. Sam rewarded him with a punch in the arm.

OOC: Can't finish this up right now. Sam's going to tell the Doctor about his dream while they're on the move. purplerhino, please NPC Sam as necessary.

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