Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

11.2

"Just zap it!"

"I. Am. Trying!"

"Just try to channel your focus on the apple. Don't think about anything else."

I straightened up. "I'm going to focus on a lot more than zapping an apple back to the kitchen if you don't relax."

We were in the library and Cas and I were standing over a table trying to get me to zap an apple out of the room. Sam, Dean and Kevin were watching us a table away doing their own things.

"All you have to do is try to focus on moving the molecules in the apple. Drop everything else out of your focus and just focus on the molecules. Your focus should just be—"

"Say the word focus one more time and I'm lighting something on fire. And it just might be a trench coat."

"Concentrate on the apple and—" I sighed heavily and stood up straight. "What?"

"Did you ever, in all the thousands of years in your life, teach someone to do something?" He furrowed his eyebrows, remembering.

"I once tutored a poor salesman in Pompeii to make shoes so he could sell them."

"Cas!"

"What?"

"Pompeii burned to the ground!"

"So?"

"So the last time you tried to teach someone, you burned a whole freaking town to the ground!"

He rolled his eyes. "There was a long string of cause and effect that caused the volcano to erupt and I assure you that me teaching the old man to make shoes was not a part of the causation. Possibly played a minor, minor role but it wasn't a leading contribution or anything. You're just trying to get away from these lessons."

"Can you blame me? I suck, and Kevin's judging me."

"I'm not doing anything!" I heard him exclaim from the back of the other end of the table.

I turned to him and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I could see it in your eyes."

"Just try again. Try with this pen, not many people like apples anyway."

I sighed. "Fine."

"Concentrate on finding the molecules within the pen first." I closed my eyes and tried to focus as hard as I can. It was just a pen. I could do this. It was just a pen.

Something loud crashed on the floor.

"Well," Cas said. "That was okay." The chair next to the pen fell backwards.

"I think I'll pay you back for these lessons by teaching you how to lie." But Cas suddenly closed the distance between us and held my face.

"Dude?"

"Keep still." He pinched my eyes open really wide and looked into them.

"What are you—dude."

"Keep. Still."

I rolled my eyes but yielded. He quietly examined me for a little before stepping away. "Okay, you're good."

"Good for what? What the hell was that? What did you check for?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter. I need you to try again. Since you were able to move the chair from a foot away, you should be able to move the chair back." I tried again, this time thinking of the chair's molecules like Cas said.

Nothing happened.

"I don't understand why I am able to pin Dean to a pillar from a meter away but I can't pull this chair up right. It doesn't make sense."