Who: Sam Oliver and What: Playing with some telekenisis and heading in the direction of the Lux When: Monday afternoon Where: Streets of LA Status/Rating: incomplete/PG-13
not</i> normal. He wasn't sure it would ever seem normal, but he was at least getting used to it. There was a dumpster floating in front of him and he was totally okay with that. Worse, he was okay with the fact that he was the one making it float. Still, Sam couldn't help but looking at the huge metal thing and saying, "weird."
It was the only power that seemed to have stuck around, and Sam wondered if it didn't actually have anything to do with the soul capturing itself, but more to do with the fact that he had no idea if his parents were actually his parents.
The dumpster crashed to the ground when his concentration was broken, and Sam remembered why that was something he was not supposed to be thinking about. It just pissed him off, especially combined with what Elaine had told him the day before. Lucifer was still gone. Granted, even if the Devil had been here he wouldn't have answered the question honestly. Sam remembered that first conversation all too well.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned around, starting out of the alleyway and stepping back out onto the sidewalk. He'd been on his way towards the Lux before stopping to test the telekinesis. He was tired of being completely unsure of whatever the hell he was and what he could do and while he knew the telekinesis was still there, he'd never used it outside of hunting. When he was being perfectly honest with himself, Sam didn't think he wanted to use it outside of hunting and he would have been more comfortable had it been something that only turned up when he was after an escaped soul. It would have been less weird that way. Sort of.
He ran a hand through his hair as he hurried down the street. He would have given anything to talk to his parents --The ones who'd raised him, that was-- and ask them what the hell had gone on before he'd been born.