My Immortal

Making Decisions

 Dean sighed frustrated, as he paced the basement; despite getting the Raven under his control, he was still having a hard time figuring out the rest of his damn powers. Time was running out and he still didn't have even the tiniest bit of control over his powers yet. The only thing he did have figured out was that he knew his trigger for them which was happy memories of Roman and his family. He has been down here for the last couple of hours working with Keeper to strengthen his connection with the Raven and to master his powers. So far though, the only thing he managed to master was his frustration, anger, and a massive stress headache.

 "Are you even listening to me, Chosen One?" Keeper's annoyed voice spoke from behind him, breaking into his thoughts.

 "Dammit, Keeper, I told you to stop calling me that!" Dean said angrily, as he stopped pacing and turned to face him clenching his fists.

 "Oh, you mean stop calling you, Chosen One?" Keeper taunted smirking, as he crossed his arms and stared at him.

 "Stop, dammit." Dean ordered. "I'm warning you."

 "Chosen One." Keeper said still smirking, unmoved by Dean's anger.

 "You son-of-a-bitch!" Dean yelled angrily, as he lifted his hand to throw Keeper, but instead of sending him flying, he made a chair fly into the wall breaking it, Keeper didn't even flinch.

 "Wow, Deano, you really showed that chair how powerful you are, didn't you?" Keeper mocked smiling.

 "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

 "Of course I did." Keeper admitted. "Look, I know all about your little discovery about happy thoughts keeping you focused and it's stupid and useless."

 "Why?" Dean questioned. "Don't like the fact that I have to think of my family to help me focus?"

 "Yes!" Keeper replied frustrated. "That's exactly why! Happy thoughts are fine if you're facing any other Vamp, but you're not, dammit! You're going up against the second most powerful Vamp; second only to you, and you think he won't realize what you're doing? The minute he gets you angry and sees how useless your powers are then, he'll use that against you." He explained.

 "Well, what the hell am I supposed to do then, huh?" Dean demanded frustrated, as he went to a chair, sat down and ran his hands over his face sighing, as his Raven flew to sit on his shoulder.

 Keeper sighed, but didn't say anything, as he sat across from him, he knew exactly what Dean needed to do to beat Vassago, but knew he wouldn't like it. Dean looked at him confused, he could suddenly sense something strange coming from Keeper, he was definitely keeping something from him. For some reason Keeper wasn't telling him what was going on and that not only worried him, but it also pissed him off. He already had a damn tension headache and the strange vibes coming from Keeper was only adding to his stress.

 "Alright, Keeper, I can't take it anymore, dammit." Dean said annoyed, as he stood.

 "What are you talking about?"

 "I'm talking about whatever the hell it is you're keeping from me!"

 "I don't know what you're talking about."