Recruit

Chapter 7 *READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END*

Chapter 7 *READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END*

"Keegan!" Sam snaps his hands in front of my face, bringing my suddenly back to reality. I look around, Natasha and Dean seem just as confused as I do, Sam is only confused by our confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"You were telling us what happened then you just started... droning on." Sam explained.

"What- what the hell was that? It- you, we saw, what happened." Dean stuttered.

I look at him confused.

"What?" I asked.

"You, took us there, we saw everything that happened that day, from when you opened the door to when you were getting to the hotel." Natasha explained coherently.

"You, saw it all, like- like a movie? I asked.

"Exactly like a movie, but from your view." Dean answered.

"I didn't see anything, why didn't I see anything?" Sam asked.

"Because that's her special, mommy ceiling power thing." Dean said like it should have been obvious.

"What about the healing? And my connection with Baby, neither of those are normal!" I protest, upset because they saw my lowest point, the only time I've really broken down.

"Not sure, can you heal Sammy?" Dean asked.

"I would assume so." I said, it's never not worked.

"Well, usually when these other children have powers, they don't work on each other, so if the mind thing didn't work on me, maybe the healing won't, if it does then we've got an entirely different problem on our hands." Sam explains, making it simple.

"Well, it works on scars, and gun shots wounds and that's as far as I've gotten." I say, willing to try.

"Okay, have any scars?" Dean asks.

"Well, should we go somewhere secluded? It's crowded here." Sam inquired.

"Not until you buy me dinner." I joke and he gives me a looks but Dean and Natasha chuckle.

"Seriously." Sam looks at me.

"Seriously, it's not a big display, no ones gunna see anything." I say.

"Okay, what do I do?" Sam asks. I notice that Dean is now shamelessly hitting on Natasha whom is having none of his crap and fires his own pick up lines back at him.

"Give me a scar, any scar just, preferably below the elbow." I say, not wanting to look suspicious.

"I got cut to prove a point." He says, pushing his sleeves up.

"Mkay." I say and rub my hands together.

Closing my eyes and concentrating I put my hands around his forearm. I try to block out the loud bar. I focus on healing his scar. I see the knife that cut him, a man, holding his arm over a woman tied to a chair. This is weird, I feel his arm tense up I lose my focus.

"Relax." I scold and he does.

I see them again, a black guy, a woman tied to a chair. He cuts Sam and drips blood on her face. Sick. Another drop, she opens her mouth and her eyes turn black, her teeth are pointed and she has at lest three rows of them. I ignore it and focus on healing him.His skin turns pleasantly red and warm. His scar is healed when it clears up.

"Well, I'll be damned." Dean whispers.

"Look at your arm." Sam says, touching my forearm.

I look just in time to see a flash of light skin turn normal.