Sum of the Parts (Chapter Three)
“You always knew, sometimes you just needed reminding.”
The one truth Sam had bestowed on Logan almost immediately was that his brother would be there. That somehow Dean would find him and come for him. The first time Sam pushed his thoughts into Logan’s mind, the first thing he asked of Logan, was to remind him who he was, that he still had Dean, and that Logan would help him know it was really his brother and not some trick.
It had been bad enough when Logan had learned about transgenics and the lives they lived because of Manticore. Seeing Sam like that, he’d known he’d never walk out of there without Sam, that he couldn’t abandon him. He’d taken Sam’s faith and made it his own. When Sam had whispered into his dreams that Alec was with Dean, it redoubled his faith.
To say that he and Alec had been friends in the days Before would be a bit of a stretch, but they could hang together from time to time. They had a common cause and a common girl - a transgenic like Alec - stringing them both around, and while neither was quite willing to give Max up, neither had been ready to break their alliance over it either. In the end, Max had been the first of their group to die and Logan still felt that keenly.
Even as he thought it, another image flashed in his head, a beautiful blond woman with a smile full of warmth and mischief, who had died in flames over Sam’s bed. He reached up and put his hand over Sam’s at the back of his neck, just a gesture of comfort and they both shared it for a moment before he felt Sam letting loose a little.
“I’m not okay,” Sam said softly.
“No, not yet,” Logan agreed. “But Dean is here. I’m here. Alec is here. We’re gonna get you there.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Alright. I just …” he looked around and took a deep breath before closing his eyes, “I would love a shower. And real honest to god food.”
Dean smiled at them, “You want to show him the shower? I’ll see if I can get Chris to scrounge up something in the kitchen since he’s so damn good at it. I’ll get Sam some clothes, too.”
Logan felt more than a little relief at Dean’s words. He’d been afraid Dean wouldn’t let him help Sam once he was awake. He could see the caretaker in Dean’s eyes, could remember it from the memories Sam had shared with him, but whatever else was happening, Dean had accepted that as Logan’s place.
Dean started to get up, but Sam grabbed his arm, “Dean, come right back.”
“Yeah, Sammy, of course. As quick as I can.”
Dean left then and Logan took a deep breath, “The doctor just took the IV out. You might still feel weak from the drugs and lack of food, so lean on me if you need to alright, Sam?”
He felt the mental shove in his mind and looked up at Sam’s smiling face, “Like I have any choice.”
Logan came over to the side of the bed and Sam waited for him, testing his legs before he got up. He was holding his own but his movements were uncoordinated and clumsy. He’d heard that in the beginning Sam used to work out in his room to keep his strength, but then as time went on he stopped. He realized the only strength that mattered in there was the mental wall he’d built between himself and the psychics, and he’d stopped doing anything that siphoned his energy from that.
Logan got him into the bathroom and dropped Sam onto the toilet seat while he got the water going. He tested the temperature and stripped out of his clothes quickly. He moved back to Sam, pulling off the dirty shirt and stopping when Sam gripped his arms.
“Sam,” he gasped, realizing he was treating Sam like he still wasn’t there. He had become so used to Sam spending most of this time silent, lifeless, just pressing back against the mental barriers that had kept the psychics at bay. Things like bathing and dressing he’d left to Logan completely, only coming into his mind when the others were weak and he could take the energy to invest in Logan. It was just automatic to take care of him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Sam’s voice was getting rougher now, the disuse setting in, “I need the help. Just wanna try to do a little on my own and see how I can do.”
Sam’s smile did a lot to reassure him, and Logan held his hands out to help Sam steady himself as he stood. He managed to get his pants off with minimal help balancing and then he waited as Logan stepped in, holding his hands out to Sam again.
The water was warmer than they’d been able to use before but in Sam’s memories Logan knew after a nasty hunt he liked the water almost scalding. Logan leaned back against the shower wall while Sam was trying to wash himself. He managed to get his body clean before his energy seemed to be gone. Logan pulled him back against his chest and Sam just melted into him. Logan let out a small laugh and grabbed the shampoo, working Sam’s hair into a strong lather before pushing him up under the stream of water.
“You got this okay?” Logan asked as he was ready to step out.
“Just gonna lean, Logan.”
Logan got out and wrapped a towel around his waist as he watched Sam take up his spot on the back wall of the shower. The steam rose around them and Logan took a deep breath. He didn’t know the man Sam was going to be, but seeing his smile already made something inside him loosen up. He grabbed a second towel and waited. When Sam looked over and saw him, he turned off the water and stepped out.
“I don’t think-”
Logan wrapped a towel around Sam’s waist and pushed him back down onto the toilet seat. “I got it, Sam,” he said as he got on his knees in front of Sam and started drying his hair for him with a second towel.
“How did I not notice how good this felt before?”
Logan let out a small laugh as he finished his hair and started working on his shoulders, “You did have a few other things on your mind at the time.”
Sam stopped his movements then and Logan was caught in his eyes, “Thank you, Logan. For what you did. For what you’re still doing,” he said with a gentleness that sounded foreign with Sam’s voice.
Logan nodded, but his throat felt thick and the words came out sounding hoarse and rough, “I’m here, Sam. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
Sam closed his eyes and Logan swallowed the lump in his throat. Instead, he went back to taking care of Sam, something he could do without too much confusion.
**
“I think the real question should be how, Alec,” Logan said as he sat next to Sam, waiting for him to wake again. After his shower he was pretty weak, and he’d fallen back to sleep quickly. He thought about trying to get up, maybe walk around a little bit and see where they were but he didn’t like to leave when Sam thought he was there. He didn’t want Sam to wake up and wonder why he was alone.
The others had come into the medical quarters though so there was more to do while he waited. He’d had plenty of time to think about Sam’s brother and his strange circumstances while he was waiting with Sam in their captivity. Except for the time when Sam was actively reaching into his mind to talk to him, he’d had little else to do. The chance to finally talk to someone else about what Manticore could have been doing made him feel useful again.
“I don’t know that it matters anymore.” Alec said softly.
“You really aren’t curious about why there are four of you that look alike? That we know there were at least three others?”
“Three others?” Dean sat up at that comment. Dean had taken off for a little while when Sam first fell asleep to go check in with Chris and Jensen, but he’d come back fairly quickly, considering the things he knew the men were responsible for.
“Ben,” Logan said softly.
Alec shook his head, “Almost forgot about him.” He looked over at Dean and shrugged. “He was a transgenic like me. The previous model. He escaped from Manticore when he was ten and went crazy on the outside.”
“You didn’t tell us you had a brother,” Jensen said with concern.
“Because he wasn’t my brother,” Alec’s voice was harder then and Logan knew why. He had an idea what it had been like for Alec because of the other transgenic. An idea, but no way to understand the reality. The same way the others had no idea of Sam’s reality.
“When Ben escaped I was forced into psy-ops to get ‘reprogrammed’ to make sure it wasn’t a flaw in my design. When he went insane on the outside, it happened again. He wasn’t my brother. He was just another guy with my face who didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but himself.”
“The others?” Jensen asked while Dean moved out of his chair to go lean against the wall by Alec.
The move was obviously meant to comfort Alec and Logan was fascinated by the dynamics between the three men so far. The shifting was subtle and he was never sure who was going to come out on top in their interactions. They all took care of one another, but not in the same way.
“Logan, the others?” Jensen asked when he didn’t answer.
He shook his head, feeling sheepish about getting lost in his own thoughts. He was too used to Sam, he figured. If he was talking to Sam and got lost like that Sam just followed his thoughts instead of his words. It had been disconcerting at first, but he was used to it now.
“Two others were brought in to Sam. It was early on when they thought they could make him believe it was his brother. They thought they could mask the bond between them but they didn’t understand it. Not with the way they bond people. So they brought them and when Sam wouldn’t even look at them they killed them.”
Jensen shook his head, “It’s not surprising, but damn.”
Logan nodded. “They were both insane though, from Sam’s memories of them. One had a dissociative disorder and the other believed he was the son of Satan. Considering Sam’s knowledge of Lucifer, he wasn’t amused by it at all.”
The others were shaking their heads and there was something in Dean’s eyes that made Logan reach out for Sam, like he could comfort Sam even though those events had long passed. “The question though, is how are there seven of you?”
“Well the two of us were transgenics so that explains us,” Alec said.
Logan sighed. “I’m afraid it might explain all of you.”
“What? I was never part of some grand science experiment,” Dean threw out.
“Just hear me out. Sam and I did a lot of talking about this. Well, Sam rifled through my memories and pushed his thoughts at me and I pushed back, but it’s as good as talking and a lot safer where we were. It bothered him and helped him focus on something else when they were trying to break him. We know that Manticore used Alec and Ben for a specific purpose. But what about the others?”
Alec looked thoughtful and Jensen was leaning forward, really listening. Dean was the only one that seemed disinterested in the information.
“What if you were a type of control group to see what would happen if you were raised in different environments? But to what end? When we started looking into Manticore and why they were doing the work they were Sam became fascinated and wouldn’t let up on it. He studied what I knew until he finally came up with his own conclusion.”
“Which is?” Dean asked.
“Manticore was a military operation that was just a front for a group of demons who were trying to find the perfect host.”
“That’s insane,” Alec said.
“I’ll admit it’s grasping at straws,” Jensen stepped in, “but not insane. Unless there is some proof to go with this, its just conjecture. Sam hunted demons, so it isn’t surprising he would make that leap of faith. And no offense to you, Logan, but I’m not entirely sure that talking to you isn’t the same as talking to Sam at this point.”
Alec and Dean both seemed taken aback by that, but Logan looked down for a second, checking on Sam even though he knew he was sleeping. “I’m not sure it is either, but it was then. The fact is that Manticore was raising super soldiers, but they wanted more. They were trying to make a specific soldier. What if they used the technology to make the transgenics and left the untouched clones spread out in the world.”
“So then who was the original?” Alec asked.
“Far as we could figure, it was Dean. We know a demon visited Sam when he was a child. Dean was four years old. He could have seen something in Dean and decided to use him as the starting point. His father was a military man, strong and willful, and his mother was a hunter, even if she’d left the family business. We think the demon took notice of the family and used Dean as the stock for everyone else.”
“That’s bullshit. I’m not some super soldier.”
Dean sounded angry, like he was accusing him of some great crime but Logan just smiled, laughing lightly at that. The others looked at him like he was crazy but he just shook his head, “You should have a look at your brother’s memories. According to him, that’s exactly what you are.”
“I’m not,” Dean demanded.
“And yet Sam spent all that time, locked under the containment of the psychics, constantly battling them, and he never doubted that you would get him out.” The others didn’t say anything and Logan could see that they shared the same faith in Dean that Sam had. He just shrugged, “And you did.”
Dean looked down, and Logan knew he was making him uncomfortable, but he had to see the truth of it all.
“Demons created the perfect vessel for Lucifer when they made your brother. Then they found you and decided they needed something better, too. So you were cloned, and the others were sent out into the world to see what they would do- who they would become. And the transgenics were altered to see if they could be as strong as Sam.”
“Wait a minute,” Dean pushed away from the wall at that point. “You’re saying the transgenics were psychics?”
“The X-4 series was the start of it,” Alec said at Dean’s side. His voice was quiet though determined as he spoke. “There were people who could read your minds there, people who could see into the future. I never put it together.”
“So, demons made Sam to top them all but left behind a bunch of second rate psychics? Who end up destroying the world and enslaving mankind?” Dean snapped.
“I think they created the psychics,” Logan said. He felt Sam stirring and didn’t bother finishing his thoughts as Sam sat up.
“But they aren’t directing them anymore,” Sam finished for him. “The psychics aren’t really running on full thrusters anymore. Whatever they were created for, it wasn’t world domination. I think they got out of hand though, and the demons couldn’t stop them. Now, they’re just going to keep killing.”
“Jesus, Sammy.”
Alec started pacing at that point but Jensen was moving across the room to stand in front of Dean. He placed his hand over Dean’s chest and Logan could feel something stirring as Sam watched.
“One step at a time, Dean. We’ll get through this like we’ve gotten through everything else. You have Sam back.”
“Yes, he does.”
“Sam, no!” Logan was trying to stop Sam but he could feel the flare of white hot power pulsing in Sam’s mind. He watched Jensen go flying across the room, his body crumpling as he hit the opposite wall. Alec moved faster than Logan could follow but he was there, catching Jensen before he could hit the floor.
“Sam, what the fuck! Stop it!” Dean yelled, moving between Sam and the other two men.
“You don’t need them now. I’m here.” Dean’s eyes were wide and Logan didn’t know what Sam would do next.
Sam’s voice was dark and so heavy it was almost a growl. “I’m here, and we’ll make them all pay, Dean. We’ll get the psychics and their juiceheads and we’ll salt and burn them all.”
“Sam,” there were tears in Dean’s eyes and Logan reached over, trying to get to Sam, to make him remember. As strong as Dean and Sam’s bond went, Dean had no idea how to use it the way Logan did.
“Logan?” Sam asked when Logan touched his face.
“Remember, Sam?” he felt Sam in his head then, forced the memories he wanted to the surface. Memories of the visions Sam had of his brother and the men who had kept him sane while he tried to get to Sam. Memories of a few nights ago where Dean had gotten lost in their bond and Sam had taken control of his body, memories of the man that had been under him, that had been willing to give that to Sam even knowing it wasn’t Dean. Memories that it was the same man on the floor now.
“Dean,” Alec called from the corner.
Dean looked away from Sam and Logan saw the way Sam pulled inward before looking to where Alec was.
“Dean, we need to get the doctor to look at him. It’s not fatal, but it’s a lot of blood.”
Dean looked up at the bed and Logan could see the conflict in him. There was anger and pain in those eyes and so much love Logan didn’t know how he moved through it all.
“I’ll be back when I know Jensen’s gonna be alright,” Dean said a second later as Alec rose from the floor, Jensen in his arms. “This conversation isn’t over.”
The door slammed closed and Sam flinched. The room was silent and all Logan could do was sit there, feeling the pain and confusion from Sam. When Sam moved across the bed to him, Logan leaned back, letting Sam rest his head against his chest, wrapping his arms around him tight.
“What the hell am I doing, Logan?” Sam asked.
Logan didn’t have an answer. All he knew was that as much as Sam tried to be the brother Dean remembered him as, Sam was a long way from being well.
On to Chapter Four
The one truth Sam had bestowed on Logan almost immediately was that his brother would be there. That somehow Dean would find him and come for him. The first time Sam pushed his thoughts into Logan’s mind, the first thing he asked of Logan, was to remind him who he was, that he still had Dean, and that Logan would help him know it was really his brother and not some trick.
It had been bad enough when Logan had learned about transgenics and the lives they lived because of Manticore. Seeing Sam like that, he’d known he’d never walk out of there without Sam, that he couldn’t abandon him. He’d taken Sam’s faith and made it his own. When Sam had whispered into his dreams that Alec was with Dean, it redoubled his faith.
To say that he and Alec had been friends in the days Before would be a bit of a stretch, but they could hang together from time to time. They had a common cause and a common girl - a transgenic like Alec - stringing them both around, and while neither was quite willing to give Max up, neither had been ready to break their alliance over it either. In the end, Max had been the first of their group to die and Logan still felt that keenly.
Even as he thought it, another image flashed in his head, a beautiful blond woman with a smile full of warmth and mischief, who had died in flames over Sam’s bed. He reached up and put his hand over Sam’s at the back of his neck, just a gesture of comfort and they both shared it for a moment before he felt Sam letting loose a little.
“I’m not okay,” Sam said softly.
“No, not yet,” Logan agreed. “But Dean is here. I’m here. Alec is here. We’re gonna get you there.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Alright. I just …” he looked around and took a deep breath before closing his eyes, “I would love a shower. And real honest to god food.”
Dean smiled at them, “You want to show him the shower? I’ll see if I can get Chris to scrounge up something in the kitchen since he’s so damn good at it. I’ll get Sam some clothes, too.”
Logan felt more than a little relief at Dean’s words. He’d been afraid Dean wouldn’t let him help Sam once he was awake. He could see the caretaker in Dean’s eyes, could remember it from the memories Sam had shared with him, but whatever else was happening, Dean had accepted that as Logan’s place.
Dean started to get up, but Sam grabbed his arm, “Dean, come right back.”
“Yeah, Sammy, of course. As quick as I can.”
Dean left then and Logan took a deep breath, “The doctor just took the IV out. You might still feel weak from the drugs and lack of food, so lean on me if you need to alright, Sam?”
He felt the mental shove in his mind and looked up at Sam’s smiling face, “Like I have any choice.”
Logan came over to the side of the bed and Sam waited for him, testing his legs before he got up. He was holding his own but his movements were uncoordinated and clumsy. He’d heard that in the beginning Sam used to work out in his room to keep his strength, but then as time went on he stopped. He realized the only strength that mattered in there was the mental wall he’d built between himself and the psychics, and he’d stopped doing anything that siphoned his energy from that.
Logan got him into the bathroom and dropped Sam onto the toilet seat while he got the water going. He tested the temperature and stripped out of his clothes quickly. He moved back to Sam, pulling off the dirty shirt and stopping when Sam gripped his arms.
“Sam,” he gasped, realizing he was treating Sam like he still wasn’t there. He had become so used to Sam spending most of this time silent, lifeless, just pressing back against the mental barriers that had kept the psychics at bay. Things like bathing and dressing he’d left to Logan completely, only coming into his mind when the others were weak and he could take the energy to invest in Logan. It was just automatic to take care of him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Sam’s voice was getting rougher now, the disuse setting in, “I need the help. Just wanna try to do a little on my own and see how I can do.”
Sam’s smile did a lot to reassure him, and Logan held his hands out to help Sam steady himself as he stood. He managed to get his pants off with minimal help balancing and then he waited as Logan stepped in, holding his hands out to Sam again.
The water was warmer than they’d been able to use before but in Sam’s memories Logan knew after a nasty hunt he liked the water almost scalding. Logan leaned back against the shower wall while Sam was trying to wash himself. He managed to get his body clean before his energy seemed to be gone. Logan pulled him back against his chest and Sam just melted into him. Logan let out a small laugh and grabbed the shampoo, working Sam’s hair into a strong lather before pushing him up under the stream of water.
“You got this okay?” Logan asked as he was ready to step out.
“Just gonna lean, Logan.”
Logan got out and wrapped a towel around his waist as he watched Sam take up his spot on the back wall of the shower. The steam rose around them and Logan took a deep breath. He didn’t know the man Sam was going to be, but seeing his smile already made something inside him loosen up. He grabbed a second towel and waited. When Sam looked over and saw him, he turned off the water and stepped out.
“I don’t think-”
Logan wrapped a towel around Sam’s waist and pushed him back down onto the toilet seat. “I got it, Sam,” he said as he got on his knees in front of Sam and started drying his hair for him with a second towel.
“How did I not notice how good this felt before?”
Logan let out a small laugh as he finished his hair and started working on his shoulders, “You did have a few other things on your mind at the time.”
Sam stopped his movements then and Logan was caught in his eyes, “Thank you, Logan. For what you did. For what you’re still doing,” he said with a gentleness that sounded foreign with Sam’s voice.
Logan nodded, but his throat felt thick and the words came out sounding hoarse and rough, “I’m here, Sam. I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
Sam closed his eyes and Logan swallowed the lump in his throat. Instead, he went back to taking care of Sam, something he could do without too much confusion.
**
“I think the real question should be how, Alec,” Logan said as he sat next to Sam, waiting for him to wake again. After his shower he was pretty weak, and he’d fallen back to sleep quickly. He thought about trying to get up, maybe walk around a little bit and see where they were but he didn’t like to leave when Sam thought he was there. He didn’t want Sam to wake up and wonder why he was alone.
The others had come into the medical quarters though so there was more to do while he waited. He’d had plenty of time to think about Sam’s brother and his strange circumstances while he was waiting with Sam in their captivity. Except for the time when Sam was actively reaching into his mind to talk to him, he’d had little else to do. The chance to finally talk to someone else about what Manticore could have been doing made him feel useful again.
“I don’t know that it matters anymore.” Alec said softly.
“You really aren’t curious about why there are four of you that look alike? That we know there were at least three others?”
“Three others?” Dean sat up at that comment. Dean had taken off for a little while when Sam first fell asleep to go check in with Chris and Jensen, but he’d come back fairly quickly, considering the things he knew the men were responsible for.
“Ben,” Logan said softly.
Alec shook his head, “Almost forgot about him.” He looked over at Dean and shrugged. “He was a transgenic like me. The previous model. He escaped from Manticore when he was ten and went crazy on the outside.”
“You didn’t tell us you had a brother,” Jensen said with concern.
“Because he wasn’t my brother,” Alec’s voice was harder then and Logan knew why. He had an idea what it had been like for Alec because of the other transgenic. An idea, but no way to understand the reality. The same way the others had no idea of Sam’s reality.
“When Ben escaped I was forced into psy-ops to get ‘reprogrammed’ to make sure it wasn’t a flaw in my design. When he went insane on the outside, it happened again. He wasn’t my brother. He was just another guy with my face who didn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone but himself.”
“The others?” Jensen asked while Dean moved out of his chair to go lean against the wall by Alec.
The move was obviously meant to comfort Alec and Logan was fascinated by the dynamics between the three men so far. The shifting was subtle and he was never sure who was going to come out on top in their interactions. They all took care of one another, but not in the same way.
“Logan, the others?” Jensen asked when he didn’t answer.
He shook his head, feeling sheepish about getting lost in his own thoughts. He was too used to Sam, he figured. If he was talking to Sam and got lost like that Sam just followed his thoughts instead of his words. It had been disconcerting at first, but he was used to it now.
“Two others were brought in to Sam. It was early on when they thought they could make him believe it was his brother. They thought they could mask the bond between them but they didn’t understand it. Not with the way they bond people. So they brought them and when Sam wouldn’t even look at them they killed them.”
Jensen shook his head, “It’s not surprising, but damn.”
Logan nodded. “They were both insane though, from Sam’s memories of them. One had a dissociative disorder and the other believed he was the son of Satan. Considering Sam’s knowledge of Lucifer, he wasn’t amused by it at all.”
The others were shaking their heads and there was something in Dean’s eyes that made Logan reach out for Sam, like he could comfort Sam even though those events had long passed. “The question though, is how are there seven of you?”
“Well the two of us were transgenics so that explains us,” Alec said.
Logan sighed. “I’m afraid it might explain all of you.”
“What? I was never part of some grand science experiment,” Dean threw out.
“Just hear me out. Sam and I did a lot of talking about this. Well, Sam rifled through my memories and pushed his thoughts at me and I pushed back, but it’s as good as talking and a lot safer where we were. It bothered him and helped him focus on something else when they were trying to break him. We know that Manticore used Alec and Ben for a specific purpose. But what about the others?”
Alec looked thoughtful and Jensen was leaning forward, really listening. Dean was the only one that seemed disinterested in the information.
“What if you were a type of control group to see what would happen if you were raised in different environments? But to what end? When we started looking into Manticore and why they were doing the work they were Sam became fascinated and wouldn’t let up on it. He studied what I knew until he finally came up with his own conclusion.”
“Which is?” Dean asked.
“Manticore was a military operation that was just a front for a group of demons who were trying to find the perfect host.”
“That’s insane,” Alec said.
“I’ll admit it’s grasping at straws,” Jensen stepped in, “but not insane. Unless there is some proof to go with this, its just conjecture. Sam hunted demons, so it isn’t surprising he would make that leap of faith. And no offense to you, Logan, but I’m not entirely sure that talking to you isn’t the same as talking to Sam at this point.”
Alec and Dean both seemed taken aback by that, but Logan looked down for a second, checking on Sam even though he knew he was sleeping. “I’m not sure it is either, but it was then. The fact is that Manticore was raising super soldiers, but they wanted more. They were trying to make a specific soldier. What if they used the technology to make the transgenics and left the untouched clones spread out in the world.”
“So then who was the original?” Alec asked.
“Far as we could figure, it was Dean. We know a demon visited Sam when he was a child. Dean was four years old. He could have seen something in Dean and decided to use him as the starting point. His father was a military man, strong and willful, and his mother was a hunter, even if she’d left the family business. We think the demon took notice of the family and used Dean as the stock for everyone else.”
“That’s bullshit. I’m not some super soldier.”
Dean sounded angry, like he was accusing him of some great crime but Logan just smiled, laughing lightly at that. The others looked at him like he was crazy but he just shook his head, “You should have a look at your brother’s memories. According to him, that’s exactly what you are.”
“I’m not,” Dean demanded.
“And yet Sam spent all that time, locked under the containment of the psychics, constantly battling them, and he never doubted that you would get him out.” The others didn’t say anything and Logan could see that they shared the same faith in Dean that Sam had. He just shrugged, “And you did.”
Dean looked down, and Logan knew he was making him uncomfortable, but he had to see the truth of it all.
“Demons created the perfect vessel for Lucifer when they made your brother. Then they found you and decided they needed something better, too. So you were cloned, and the others were sent out into the world to see what they would do- who they would become. And the transgenics were altered to see if they could be as strong as Sam.”
“Wait a minute,” Dean pushed away from the wall at that point. “You’re saying the transgenics were psychics?”
“The X-4 series was the start of it,” Alec said at Dean’s side. His voice was quiet though determined as he spoke. “There were people who could read your minds there, people who could see into the future. I never put it together.”
“So, demons made Sam to top them all but left behind a bunch of second rate psychics? Who end up destroying the world and enslaving mankind?” Dean snapped.
“I think they created the psychics,” Logan said. He felt Sam stirring and didn’t bother finishing his thoughts as Sam sat up.
“But they aren’t directing them anymore,” Sam finished for him. “The psychics aren’t really running on full thrusters anymore. Whatever they were created for, it wasn’t world domination. I think they got out of hand though, and the demons couldn’t stop them. Now, they’re just going to keep killing.”
“Jesus, Sammy.”
Alec started pacing at that point but Jensen was moving across the room to stand in front of Dean. He placed his hand over Dean’s chest and Logan could feel something stirring as Sam watched.
“One step at a time, Dean. We’ll get through this like we’ve gotten through everything else. You have Sam back.”
“Yes, he does.”
“Sam, no!” Logan was trying to stop Sam but he could feel the flare of white hot power pulsing in Sam’s mind. He watched Jensen go flying across the room, his body crumpling as he hit the opposite wall. Alec moved faster than Logan could follow but he was there, catching Jensen before he could hit the floor.
“Sam, what the fuck! Stop it!” Dean yelled, moving between Sam and the other two men.
“You don’t need them now. I’m here.” Dean’s eyes were wide and Logan didn’t know what Sam would do next.
Sam’s voice was dark and so heavy it was almost a growl. “I’m here, and we’ll make them all pay, Dean. We’ll get the psychics and their juiceheads and we’ll salt and burn them all.”
“Sam,” there were tears in Dean’s eyes and Logan reached over, trying to get to Sam, to make him remember. As strong as Dean and Sam’s bond went, Dean had no idea how to use it the way Logan did.
“Logan?” Sam asked when Logan touched his face.
“Remember, Sam?” he felt Sam in his head then, forced the memories he wanted to the surface. Memories of the visions Sam had of his brother and the men who had kept him sane while he tried to get to Sam. Memories of a few nights ago where Dean had gotten lost in their bond and Sam had taken control of his body, memories of the man that had been under him, that had been willing to give that to Sam even knowing it wasn’t Dean. Memories that it was the same man on the floor now.
“Dean,” Alec called from the corner.
Dean looked away from Sam and Logan saw the way Sam pulled inward before looking to where Alec was.
“Dean, we need to get the doctor to look at him. It’s not fatal, but it’s a lot of blood.”
Dean looked up at the bed and Logan could see the conflict in him. There was anger and pain in those eyes and so much love Logan didn’t know how he moved through it all.
“I’ll be back when I know Jensen’s gonna be alright,” Dean said a second later as Alec rose from the floor, Jensen in his arms. “This conversation isn’t over.”
The door slammed closed and Sam flinched. The room was silent and all Logan could do was sit there, feeling the pain and confusion from Sam. When Sam moved across the bed to him, Logan leaned back, letting Sam rest his head against his chest, wrapping his arms around him tight.
“What the hell am I doing, Logan?” Sam asked.
Logan didn’t have an answer. All he knew was that as much as Sam tried to be the brother Dean remembered him as, Sam was a long way from being well.
On to Chapter Four