Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Shadow- Part 1

One week ago

"I don't know why it's happening but it is and I don't know what to do." You said in a rush, pacing the motel room.

"Y/N, sweetheart, calm down and tell us," Dean said, sitting with his brother on the beds.

"I may be like Sam more than I thought." You bit your lip in nervousness.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"After we finished with Max's house, I figured out something about myself that I'm freaking out about." You said, continuing to pace.

"What did you figure out?" Sam asked.

"I moved a table with my hands. It was like I was controlling it somehow and I made it move. Just like you did with the dresser when you were stuck in the closet."

"Y/N, are you sure? That might have been Max doing it. He was in a lot of pain that day." Dean said, not believing you.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. However, back at the barn, I was in the cage and there was this metal wire hanging above me and I tried pulling on it and pulling on it. Alvin, who was in the cage next to me, kept getting on my damn nerves. He kept calling me sweetheart and I was getting angrier and angrier when I felt this source of energy project from me and it broke the wire. I know I might sound crazy but I can prove it to you." You said, looking at the brothers. The men didn't say anything at all for a while until Sam cleared his throat.

"Go ahead." He smiled softly. You nodded and took a deep breath, turning to a pencil that was on the table. You bit your lip and concentrated really hard but nothing seemed to happen. You took a look at the boys to see him watching you. You knew they didn't believe you. You tried to remember what was different last time.

When you were in Max's house, you were afraid for Dean. Max had pointed a gun at him. You couldn't let him die and all that emotion was building up. Then in the barn, the guy was calling you sweetheart but only Dean gets to call you that and that made you angry. You turned to Sam, knowing what needed to happen.

"Sam, you gotta get me angry."

"What? Why?" He said in confusion.

"It's the only way I can access it. I always thought of Dean and the thought of anyone hurting him made me very angry. That was when I could. You gotta get me angry, I don't care what needs to be done." You said, turning back around, closing your eyes. If you saw Dean getting hurt by his brother, you wouldn't get angry, you would cry. Just hearing him in pain would get the job done.

You stood in silence for a few minutes. You were about to say something to the boys but heard hushed whispering. You waited and suddenly, Dean's cry of pain echoed the room. You flinched and the pressure you felt was boiling up.

"Sam, keep going." You commanded. You heard another cry of pain come from Dean and the pressure kept climbing, rising to the top of you. One more cry and you were yelling, throwing your hands in front of you. Not only the pencil flew to the wall and stuck in it, the lamp crashed to the ground, books went toppling over, the beds shook and groaned. You opened your eyes to see the mess that you made.

Dean was holding his arm and rubbing it while Sam was staring at you in wonder. You bit your lip and ran to Dean's side, touching his arm.

"Are you okay?" You asked, guilty.

"Are you?" He never worried about himself.

"What's wrong with me?" You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

"Hey, we will figure it out. Your mom said it herself, my dad will be able to provide answers that I don't have access too." Dean said, holding your hands.