That sounded more productive than having her dig around in his head all day. Nodding a little, Sam awkwardly looked around them. How the hell was he supposed to trigger his visions? Did those even come to him upon demand? He hadn't had one in over a year. And, to be honest, he really wasn't missing them all that much. They hurt like hell when they came along. So he opted for the second ability. The one that he'd only used once. Eyes falling upon a tiny pebble on the ground, Sam glanced over his shoulder in the event that anyone might have been interested in observing him (fortunately no one was), and then peered down at the rock.
"Uh. Move." It didn't do anything. He sighed. "This is --" [This is stupid.] Thought speak. Kinda cool, but weird at the same time. Really weird.
He obviously wasn't going to get anywhere by whining though. So Sam stared at the rock instead and began to concentrate on it. The last time (and first time) he remembered using telekinesis was when he had been locked away in that closet when he and Dean had been hunting that psychic kid down. Sam had taken in a vision of Dean taking a bullet to the head and, in his rage and horror, he had mentally hurled the cabinet that had been shoved in front of the closet door across the room. Which had freed him in time to save his brother.
Unfortunately, Sam hadn't always managed to rescue his brother. And then, without realizing it, the memory was right in the open. Sam was pinned to a wall, Dean was on the floor, and he was literally being ripped to shreds by an unseen force. Lilith, standing in Ruby's body, watched the scene play out with an amused expression on her face. And the amusement only grew as Sam cried out. 'Stop it! Stop it! NO!'
Sam tried to close the memory from his mind. He tried to focus on something else. But it was impossible. All he could think of next was him running over to Dean and sobbing over his corpse. Dead, dead, dead. All my fault.
"Stop -- get out!" Sam suddenly shouted, eyes snapping back in Elisabeth's direction. He didn't even think about speaking with his mind this time around. He was too disturbed to do as much.