Disclaimer-I don't own Supernatural…no matter how much I wish I did.

Summary-After dean cuts his finger on a strange stone he found in Pastor Jim's yard he begins to exhibit strange abilities akin to those of psychics. Teenchesters. Dean's 14. Sam's 10. Sam already has his powers.

Dreams, visions, and thoughts: 'hello'

Speech: "Hello"

Mind control/ telepathic control: "Hello"

Chapter seven

Pastor Jim's house was a flurry of movement and preparation as they prepared the spell that, hopefully, would save Dean's life. Said teen had been forced to take some space after accidentally stealing some of Bobby's aura to heal himself.

That had been quite a shocker. His skin knitting itself back together. They'd quickly discovered that he couldn't control how much he took or when took it so they'd made a no contact policy, at least until the spell was done.

The bustling calmed down as they set up the circle required for the spell to work, Sam drawing the finishing touches.

"We're all set.", Bobby said quickly, nodding to John. "Get Dean and we'll be ready to go."

"Ready kiddo?", Josh asked, eyeing the teen who now lay in the center of the circle, arms and legs held to the floor with rope.

Dean gave a nervous grin. "As I'll ever be."

With those words said Josh helped Dean to drink the potion and began the chant, Bobby, Caleb, Jim, and Sam following along, their voices melding together while John stayed close to his son. For several minutes it seemed to have no effect, but soon Dean could feel a sharp pain in his core, spreading through his veins like ice.

If it weren't for the fact that he was paralyzed by the pain he probably would have screamed, however, since he couldn't, he settled with crying out in his mind. Eyes widened as his veins glowed violet through his skin, his eyes matching as tears of pain leaked down his cheeks.

"Hold on Ace!", John cried, eyes full of worry.

The glow intensified, filling the room and effectively blinding them. A voice, Dean's voice, cried out, but even though it was his voice it wasn't Dean speaking. The violet energy tore from his body much like the smoke being purged from a demon's host.

"haud! haud! haud! Vos can't planto mihi vado tergum! EGO won't vado tergum! Haud! haud! *1"

Minutes passed in the strange state of light and sound before the glow vanished and all was silent, the spell done.

"It's nondum vicis!*2", Dean cried as the last bit of violet left his body, leaving him pale and sickly in appearance.

When he didn't move they began to worry. Had the spell gone wrong? What had they done? What if he was hurt?

"Dean…?", John said softly moving to his son who'd gone frighteningly still, eyes half lidded.

No response.

"Dean…! Open your eyes.", John pleaded, sloppily checking for a pulse. Body going numb when he found none. "No…" Before anyone had a chance to react he shot up, punched Bobby and growled. "You said it was just supposed to purge the energy! Now he's…"

Sam felt for his brothers psychic signature and let out a sob. "Dead…"

All eyes went to the body on the floor, a collective feeling of loss setting in. Dean was dead. They had failed.

He opened his eyes, blinking at the brightness surrounding him. Where was he? This wasn't Jim's house…and he sure as hell wasn't tied to the floor. He was in a calm field of long grass, the wind blowing through his hair.

"You have a great choice to make."

He turned sharply, surprised by the voice, only to see a beautiful woman with the most stunning violet eyes.

She smiled. "You're here early."

"Who are you?"

She nodded. "I am the spirit of the Gel'ziabar Stone. I know you have many questions, but now is not the time. Though you are here before the seventh day you must still choose. You have a choice to make Dean.", She moved to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "A very important choice."

"Where am I?"

She smiled again. "Heaven."

"Heaven?", He said incredulously.

She nodded. "Yes. Heaven. We could speak of it more, but you have a choice to make."

He stared at her hand for a moment, basking in the comfort, before looking into her eyes and sighing. "So what's the hell's the choice?"

"You must choose. To brave the harsh world outside, for your family, or stay here in peace forever." She gestured around and the field became his house in Lawrence, his mother at the table, smiling at him.

Mary moved to him and enveloped him in a hug. "Dean."

He felt tears slide down his cheeks as he hugged her back. "Mom. I-Is it really you?"

She nodded. "Yes baby. It's me."

"You can't have both. If you chose to go you may never return here. When you die again your soul will vanish…and you will cease to exist.", The spirit of the stone said quickly interrupting them.

The world shifted back to the field only this time Mary was with them.

He frowned. "What do you mean 'cease to exist'?"

She plucked a blade of grass and held it out for him to see. "Your soul will be gone. Forever." The grass blade turned to dust, vanishing on the wind. "You will bear the burden of the sight like many before you, protecting the balance, and when your time comes you will vanish."

He looked at his mother, her eyes on him. "What do I do?"

She held him close. "Listen to your heart."

He closed his eyes and thought hard. He could stay there with his mom couldn't he? Yeah. She loved him and-

"P-Please…come back Dean."

He frowned. Sammy? Sammy! Sam needed him. He couldn't stay. Who would protect Sam. He felt guilt rise up. How could he have almost chosen to stay when his brother needed him?

"I want to go back.", he said firmly, fists clenched.

The Woman smiled. "Brave choice."

She put a hand to his chest and he felt the world fade, his last glimpse of his mother's face.

Sam was crying into his fathers chest, unable to look at his brother's body. Not a soul could believe it. He was gone. It was unreal. It was wrong. He was so full of life that it wasn't right for him to be gone. To be dead.

Sam turned to see his brother and sobbed. "P-Please…come back Dean."

Violet eyes shot open and Dean sat up, gasping. Glancing around the room he was met with several shocked stares from tear filled faces, but Sam was the only one he really saw.

"Deuce?", Caleb said shakily, warily eyeing him.

His gaze shifted to Caleb and he nodded. "Yeah. Who'd you think it was?"

Bobby shook his head. "You were dead boy."

"I was-", before he could finish he got an armful of Sammy, who threw his arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. He hesitated for a brief moment before hugging back. "It's okay Sammy."

As soon as the words were out he was bombarded with hugs from John, Jim, Bobby, and Even Josh and Caleb, the two older teens not even trying to hide their tears.

"You're alive! The spell worked.", Sam said happily.

Dean gave a sheepish grin. "About that…I-I still have the sight…" He glanced at them, taking in their aura's and, when their faces fell, quickly reassured them. ",But I'm not gonna die."

A moment of silence then. "Welcome to the freak club for good then."

He glanced at Caleb and smirked. "Do I get a club Jacket?"

The End…for now.

Please review! I need to know who wants a sequel. Please review and tell me if you do.

*1-No! No! No! You can't make me go back! I won't go back! No! No!

*2- It's not yet time!