Dear Clark,

I'm writing this after Dean and my dad have gone to sleep, and I'll make sure to seal and send the letter before they can see it.

I can't stop thinking about your secret. It's the coolest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. If you don't want me to bother you with questions about it, it's okay if you write back and tell me to mind my own business. But if you're willing to talk about it . . .

- I know you can run really fast. How fast can you run?

- Do you ever get tired?

- How much weight can you lift? For how long?

- When did you start getting your powers?

- Do you have any other abilities besides strength and speed? (and invulnerability, but I guess that's kind of part of strength)

- When will you be able to start telling people your secret? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, but I was thinking if we all stay friends, maybe someday Dean could know. Lex, too.

Sincerely,

Sam Winchester

P.S. That bullet wound didn't end up giving you any trouble after the fact, did it?

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Dear Sam,

I trust you not to tell anyone about my secret, but I'm really glad my parents don't read my mail before they give it to me! They would KILL me if they found out I told you.

You can ask as many questions as you want! It's really fun to be able to talk to someone about my secret other than my parents!

So to answer your questions . . .

Last month my dad timed me, I could run a mile in 30 seconds. My dad says that's 120 miles per hour. So I can beat most cars, but not race cars. Not yet, anyway. I get faster every year. When I first met you, it took me a whole minute to run a mile.

I do get tired sometimes! Not after running just one mile, but if I run at top speed for awhile, I have to take a break. When I was little, I used to drive my parents crazy sometimes staying up all night, but I'd still have to sleep the next day.

Yesterday I tried lifting the tractor. I've been able to lift one side of it for a year, but lifting the whole thing is a lot harder. But yesterday I did it! I got the whole thing off the ground. I could only lift it a little bit for a second, and then my muscles were sore for a few minutes. But my mom looked at the manual and said it weighed 15,000 pounds.

I don't remember when I started getting my powers. I think I got them when I was really little. My dad tells this story about when I was a toddler, and I was hiding under a 500-pound bed and then I lifted it over my head.

I don't think I have any other abilities. I know I got my strength before I got my speed, though, so maybe I'll start getting new powers as I get older. That would be really cool!

My dad says I'll never be able to tell anyone else my secret. It's a risk because if anyone finds out, I might end up getting sent to a lab where scientists will experiment on me to try to figure out where my powers come from. Sorry.

Your friend,

Clark Kent

P.S. I was sore from the bullet for a few days after I got shot! But it wasn't too bad. My parents never found out. I don't think they'd let me hang out with you guys anymore if they knew about the werewolves.

P.P.S. Did you hear Lex got into Princeton? He's going to be studying biochemical engineering!

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Dear Clark,

WOW. This is the most incredible letter I have ever received in my entire life. I'm so glad you're willing to talk about your secret.

Sounds like maybe you get stronger with practice. You should try working out! Haha. I guess doing farm chores is a workout, but probably not for you.

I completely understand why your dad would be nervous about people finding out your secret. I hope you don't worry too much about scientists finding out and kidnapping you, though. I'm having a hard time imagining how anyone could experiment on you. You can lift a tractor! If they tried to lock you up, you could just break through locks and run away at 120 miles per hour. And Dean and Lex would never tell anyone your secret, definitely not someone who could hurt you.

But it's your choice who to tell or not tell. Not mine, and not even your dad's. It's up to YOU.

My dad is moving us to a new town later this week, so don't reply to this just yet. I'll send you a letter from the new address when we get there.

Tell Aunt Martha and Uncle Jon I said hi!

Your friend,

Sam Winchester

P.S. Good for Lex!