Author's Note: I was writing a flash back for Roll On and Sam had an imaginary friend. After writing that scene, I thought to myself, what if Sam really did have an imaginary friend and what would happen if the friend came back and started to haunt Sam? And thus, the idea was formed.

Now, let's immerse in the story of Sam and his imaginary friend.

This takes place after Roll On. You don't need to read Roll On to understand anything that's going on.

And so we go.

XxXxXx

Sam yawned in the passenger seat of the Impala. He glanced over at Dean who was driving his car. Dean had really talked since they parted ways from Ellen, Jo, Bobby, and Cas. They had checked out and thanked the receptionist for the free rooms. After they did that, they left.

Now they had been driving for at least three hundred miles and now were almost in mid-state Illonsis. It was getting dark and Sam was getting tired. He rested his head against the window and stretched his left leg out so his knee would hurt less. After being attacked by the car wreck and the demons attacking them, Sam and Dean were still in a lot of pain and in need for a good night's sleep. Sam knew he wasn't getting that tonight.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sam?" Dean asked glancing over at his younger brother.

"Where we goin'?" Sam glanced back at Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Out of Ohio that's for sure. I've never really liked that state Sam. Bad things seem to happen there Sammy."

"Can we stop somewhere and get something to eat?"

"Dude, we just left like five hours ago," Dean said looking at Sam like he was crazy.

"I know man but I'm hungry and I need to stretch," Sam said trying to get his brother to pull over to a diner or something.

Dean rolled his eyes knowing that Sam did need to stretch but he would never complain unless he desperately needed to. They had been in the car for several hours. Now that Sam had said something, now would be a good time to stop. "Fine," Dean said taking the nearest exit.

Sam didn't say anything. They had been traveling for a while and he really did need to stretch. He was still sore from the wreck he was in and he knew Dean was too.

XxXxXx

Dean bit into his burger and watched Sam on the computer. After they had stopped, Sam had walked around with a really bad limp. The worse he had ever had. Dean felt bad for not believing Sam when he said he needed to stretch.

"Dean, look at this," Sam said turning the laptop to him. Dean put the burger down and wipped his hands on a napkin. Dean read over the article and looked up at Sam.

"You can't believe this can you?"

Sam shrugged. "We've seen a suicidal teddy bear. What isn't there to believe about this?"

"Hey, we're only teddy bear doctors on Thursdays'. It isn't Thursday." Dean leaned back taking a drink of his coke. "I dunno man but imaginary friends coming back and killing people?"

"Dean, ghosts come back and kill people."

Dean nodded. "I know but still. You can't actually believe this?" Dean repeated.

Sam turned the laptop back so it was facing him. "Dean, it's published in a paper. C'mon we have to check it out."

"Why?"

"Maybe because people are dying and reporting seeing their old imaginary friends. Dean it sounds a little supernatural to me. Doesn't it?"

Nodding, Dean picked up his burger and paused before taking a bite. "Didn't you have an imaginary friend?"

"Yeah when I was like four," Sam said looking up at Dean. "Why?"

Dean shrugged. "I remembered right before everything happened in the clearing. Just trying to make sure I didn't make that up."

Sam rolled his eyes at his big brother. "Didn't you have a stuff teddy bear?"

Dean glared at Sam. "I thought we agreed to never mention that in public or to anyone."

Sam chuckled at his brother's reaction. "That's what I thought."

Dean grumbled something biting into his hamburger that he had been holding.

XxXxXx

They pulled into the small town of Charles, Illinois. Sam looked at all the buildings. They were all old fashioned. Sam would have to say they were cute but he would never, ever admit that to Dean. Dean would give him hell for that.

They pulled into a motel and Sam got out stretching again. He winced when he felt the pull on his knee and ribs. "I call bathroom first." Sam called over his should going to unlock the bathroom door.

"No way man, I want it," Dean argued back.

Sam shrugged opening the door. He was about to say something when he felt Dean walk past him and claim the bed closet to the door. Dean threw his bag on his bed and grabbed a towel heading to the shower. "Like I said, I want it," Dean smiled closing the door behind him.

Sam shook his head and grabbed his laptop. He sat on his bed with his back against the wall. He stretched out with the laptop in his lap and the TV remote by his side. Sam turned on the eleven o'clock news and was somewhat watching it.

Sam pulled up the article he had read earlier. He read over it again. He jotted down the name of the victim and his family. Since it was late, they were going to have to go to the house tomorrow. Sam went and looked up the address of the victims parents. Sam wrote that down as Dean came out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I forgot my clothes," Dean muttered grabbing a tee-shirt and sweatpants from his bag.

"That's what you get for cheating," Sam said back but the door to the bathroom had already closed.

A couple minutes later, Dean came out of the bathroom dressed for bed. He looked dead tired and Sam knew Dean was going to sleep after a beer or two. "I have the vic's parent's house." Sam said handing the piece of paper to Dean as he sipped on a beer.

"Really? This guy is twenty and still lives with his parents?" Dean said looking up.

"Dean," Sam said looking at his brother. "You were twenty and still living with Dad."

"That's different. I was working with him." Dean handed the paper back to Sam.

"Not really. You still lived with the man," Sam said shutting the laptop and going to take a shower.

XxXxXx

"Yes? What can I do for you?" The lady at the door asked. She looked about fifty and her husband came up behind her.

"His ma'am, I'm Agent Bonham, and this is my partner Agent Hamill," Dean said showing the FBI badge and putting it in his suit pocket. "Can we ask you a few questions?"

The fifty year old lady looked between the two brothers. "Sure, come this way," She let them in and led them to the living room. "Have a seat please," She said sitting down. Sam and Dean followed suit.

"What can we do for you Agents?" The husband asked. "I'm Bob and this is Nancy by the way." Sam and Dean both nodded at both of them.

"We have a few questions about your son's death." Dean said looking at them.

"Did you ever know anyone named Jimmy?" Sam asked. "He would have been a friend to your son or some along those lines."

"No," Nancy shook her head and looked at her husband. "Not that I know of."

Bob thought for a moment. "Didn't he have an imaginary friend named Jimmy or something?"

Nancy nodded as she realized this. "Oh yes he did." She turned back to Sam. "We never met Jimmy or saw him for that matter. Jimmy was Mark's imaginary friend when he was four."

"When was the last time Mark talked about Jimmy?" Dean asked.

Nancy thought for a moment. "When he was five."

"He did say something about Jimmy a couple nights before he was murdered." Bob said lowering his head.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. "What did he say?"

Nancy sniffed but answered anyway. "He said that Jimmy was back and that Jimmy was mad at Mark for abandoning him."

Sam wrinkled his brow. "How was Mark killed again?" Dean asked. Sam shot his brother a look.

"Agent Bonham, our son was just murdered. Why do you want us to relive those moments?" Bob asked furious.

"I'm sorry Sir, but we need to know. To double check facts." Dean said unaffected by the raise in Bob's voice.

Nancy sighed and patted her husband's knee. "It's alright honey." She turned back to the brothers. "He was found with his heart ripped out of his chest. There was writing on the wall. It said 'You abandoned me. Now you pay'."

Dean nodded. "I think that's it thank you. If you think of anything else, don't hastate to call."

Bob nodded. "Bye Agent Bonham. Agent Hamill."