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The Perk, Sunday Morning

Sam tapped his feet anxiously as he waited for his dad to come and meet him like he'd ~~handwavily~~ requested. He still didn't want to have this conversation, no matter how much Dean promised him that everything would be fine. But the fact that his dad was less likely to blow up at him in public balanced that out, at least a little.

[Sam and John's conversation is locked to them, but the post is open for your Perky needs.]

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John walked into the Perk and looked around for his son. Sammy had been unusually nervous on the phone and John couldn't help but worry about what this chat might be about.

But still, his worry made part of him oddly reluctant to have this talk. Everything had been going so well for all of them lately, he wasn't ready to have the roof cave in again.

It was that reluctance that made him order himself a cup of coffee before joining Sammy at his table.

Sam stiffened a little when John finally arrived, but tried to hide it. "Hey Dad," he said, idly playing with his own coffee cup. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course," John said, eyeing Sam and trying to figure out what was wrong. "So what did you want to talk to me about? You sounded pretty serious on the phone."

Despite the fact that he'd run through this conversation a dozen times in his head, Sam suddenly found himself unsure of where to start. "I need to talk to you about something that's going on with me. That's been going on for a while now, to be honest. And I just want to make a request that you won't yell," he added.

That Sam thought it likely he would yell didn't exactly reassure John. But he nodded and said, "Okay."

"Okay." Sam took a deep breath. "Do you remember when Dean got cursed this past summer?"

John nodded. "Little difficult to forget something like that."

Sam nodded as well. "A few days before Dean disappeared, I started having this nightmare. I saw everything exactly as it happened - the package, Dean taking the knife out, him disappearing - everything," he explained. "I had that dream over and over for days before it happened."

"That could have just been another part of the plan," John said, although he had the feeling if that was all there was to it, Sam wouldn't be having this conversation with him. "Manipulating dreams isn't outside the realm of a what a powerful voodoo priestess can do."

"That's what I thought too. I thought maybe it was part of the curse, like a curse on me, that I saw what was going to happen and didn't do anything about it," Sam replied. "But it didn't stop happening. I started having...visions, of a sort too."

"Visions," John echoed.

Sam nodded again. "It only happened a few times. I got these headaches and then...I saw things before they happened, like I was standing there watching. That's how I knew where to find Dean. And that's how we knew Laveau was behind everything, because I saw her too."

"That wasn't the only time," John observed certainly. "Otherwise you would've told me back in August or not at all."

"That wasn't the only time," Sam replied stoically. "It's still happening. That's how we--that's how I knew that Blair was possessed. I had a vision of him killing another student."

Well that explained one mystery, even as it opened up an even larger one. "Okay," John said, determined not to react in the way Sam so obviously feared he might. "You have visions. Was the one with Dean this summer the first?"

Sam nodded mutely, waiting for the fallout that didn't seem to be coming. "Yes. It didn't happen before then."

John nodded, thinking quickly. Sam was the right age for any kind of power to manifest; from what John knew, puberty seemed to be when most of this sort of thing started.

Why Sam had powers to manifest was something that John was going to have look into and he wasn't sure he was going to like the answers he might find.

But for the moment, the most important thing was the fact that his son was looking like he expected John to disown him or something over this.

"It's okay, Sammy," he said, trying to sound his most reassuring. "This doesn't change anything."

Sam blinked. And then blinked again. And he was pretty sure he started staring, but he couldn't exactly help it. "It's...what?" he asked. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my real dad?"

John cocked his head. "Did you really think I was going to get mad at you over something out of your control?"

"Uh, yeah," Sam replied, realizing how that sounded only after he'd already said it. "I figured you'd at least get angry that I didn't tell you. Especially since this can't be good, right?"

John sighed. "We don't know anything yet, Sam. From what you've told me, your visions are helping you save lives which would be a point in their favour. And it's not like having... gifts automatically makes you a bad person." He smiled slightly. "Look at Missouri."

"And here I thought you'd be the one person telling me that this isn't good. Instead, you sound just like Dean and Dawn." Sam sighed. "I don't think I'm like Missouri though, Dad. For one, I can't control this. And two, you heard what that demon said to me during the exorcism."

He had and he hadn't liked it one bit. But nothing a demon said was going to make him change his feelings for his boys. "Demons lie," John said bluntly. "You can't trust anything they say."

That's what Sam had been trying to tell himself, but it hadn't made him feel better. "Maybe," he replied. "You're really not mad at me?"

John shook his head. "The most important thing in my life is family -- you and Dean. And I suppose Zoe and the new little one as well now too. But Sammy, there's nothing you can say or do that will make me love you any less."

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