Nightmares

Summary: Sam Ashen was the last survivor of the Elm street children. She meets Dean Winchester who is a fellow survivor and someone who can help. When she trusts him enough, and vice versa, she tells him the story of Freddy Krueger, a child murderer and bastard son of a hundred maniacs. Can they defeat Freddy once and for all, or become victims to his razor gloved as well. Supernatural/NOES story. Sam is in a psychiatric ward, but breaks out.

Ch.1: Nightmares are real.
Sam Ashen stood outside her window of the psychiatric ward. No way was she going to sleep tonight, or any other night for that matter, was her first thought. Yet, she could feel her eyelids getting heavy. Sam walked over to the stand and went back to work on the small house she had been building the past few hours. Sam was the last survivor of the Elm Street children, killed by Freddy Krueger. Of course, everyone thought she was crazy. Everyone, except the children, believed Krueder was dead. The parents of Elm St. had burned him alive in his boiler room. Than, he came back to kill the children and teenagers.

Sam sighed, not believing she was tired. She opened the small can of ground coffee and took a spoonful of it. Sam drank it down with a can of pop and went back to work on the little house. Sam had her own room, so she wasn't bothering anybody by staying up all night. The door opened and Max, one of the staff, walked in. "Sam, lights out means sleep. Why don't you ever sleep?"

"I can't go to sleep, Max. If I do, he'll get me." Sam said, not looking at him. Since arriving at the ward, Sam had become good friends with Max, but at night, she just confused him even more. "You have to sleep sometime, kid. You know, the company is making a new drug, I hear. Calling it hypnocil. It's suppose to make it so you don't dream. Maybe you should try it. Get you some damn sleep. Max waved to her and left.

Sam stopped what she was doing. 'Maybe this Hypnocil will help.' Sam turned off the light and went to her bed. Just rest my eyes, she thought, climbing in. But once her eyes closed, she was asleep.

Than she jolted awake and found herself in Freddy's house. "Damn it! Why did I choose to fall asleep, of all things?" Sam cursed as she walked around the house. It was all destroyed and full of cobwebs. A good place to bring kids to kill. Sam heard a scratching sound and turned to see Freddy. "Hey, Sammy. Long time, no see. How's my best pal?" Freddy taunted, walking toward her. Sam knew better than to panic. She kept calm, showing no emotion. Emotion is weakness in Freddy's world. "No answer? How rude." Freddy sounded offended, but was really amused. "Bastard!" Sam yelled, "You can be funny all you want, but you'll be destroyed eventually!" Sam turned and ran from Freddy. She head Freddy laughing at her attempt to escape. Than, she was in front of her. "Can't let you go without a souvenir, Sammy." He said, laughing, than he slashed her arm. Sam screamed than she woke up. Sam looked at her arm and saw 3 slashes. She quickly ran to her bathroom and began to wrap the wounds. When she looked at the time, she saw she slept for the rest of the night. Now, it was 7 a.m. Time for breakfast.

Sam walked out from her room and went to the cafeteria. Everyone was already there, so she just grabbed her breakfast and decided to sit by herself. As she ate, Max walked over to her and sat across from her. "Hey, Sam. You finally got some sleep, I see. What happened to your arm?" Max asked. "Freddy did it, Max. I should have never fell asleep." Sam said, playing with her food. "Sam, when are you going to realize that Fred Krueger is dead?" Max asked. Sam looked up at him sharply. "Freddy Krueger is still alive in our dreams, damn it! And there's no way to destroy him." Sam looked down at her plate before standing up and walking away. Max sighed as he stood and went back to his duties.

Sam dumped her uneaten food in the trash bin and went for a walk around the building. For 6 months, she made herself familiar with the place so she'd be able to walk alone, without anyone bothering her. As Sam walked down the hall, she saw two people walking toward the head the wards office. Dr. Simms, and a person she's never seen before. Than, someone laid a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and turned to see Dr. Gordon. "Hello, Sam. How are you this morning? What's with the bandages?" He gently took her arm and saw blood seeping through. "How did this happen?" Dr. Gordon asked. Sam shrugged. "I woke up and they were there. Can't tell ya anymore than that." He took her to an examination room and sat her down in a chair. Dr. Gordon took out some bandages and took off the old ones. He sighed as he looked over the slashes. "And these jusr appeared after you woke up?" Dr. Gordon asked. Sam nodded as she held out her arm. Dr. Gordon began to wrap the slashes with the new ones. Than, he went over to the tin table and picked up a needle and a bottle. When Sam saw it, she stood and backed away from him.

"Now, Sam. You're just lacking some sleep, and you might have done that while sleepwalking. I'm only trying to help you." Sam than chose that time to scream her lungs out. Some of the staff ran in and tried to hold her down, but she ran to the corner, picking up a scalpel. "Sam, put the scalpel down. I'm just trying to help you." Sam than began stuttering because of her tears,

"5, 6, grab a crucifix. 7,8, better stay up late. 9,10, never, never." Sam began sobbing.
"Never sleep again." A voice came from the doorway.

Sam looked up and saw the guy who was with Dr.Simms earlier. "Where did you hear that rhyme?" He asked. He walked over and carefully took the scalpel from her. Sam hugged him, and he hugged back.

He took Sam back her room and set her down on the bed. "What's your name?" He asked. "Samantha Ashen. What's your name, and how did you know that rhyme?" Sam asked. "Mu name is Dean Winchester. I'm a new staff member here. And the reason I know it is because I went through the same thing you are now a few years ago." Sam looked up at him. "You've met him? Freddy Krueger? For real?" Dean nodded as he took off the bandages to inspect the slashes."Yep. He killed my mother. He almost killed me. Old Freddy also killed my friends and my girlfriend. So, after school, I went to psychology school and I deal with pattern nightmares." Dean wrapped it up and looked over the girl.

Sam looked down at the floor. "Sam, you're not crazy. Trust me, I thought I'd gone crazy, but than I knew he was real." Dean said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Sam nodded, looking up at him. Dean was very attractive. He had short, blond hair, beautiful green eyes, a killer smile, and the list goes on and on. "I'll see you at group, than. Take care of the slashes, all right?" Sam nodded, giving him a small smile. Dean smiled and stood, but stopped when he saw what was on her desk. "What is that?' He asked. Sam looked at the small house and frowned. "It's the house I've been dreaming about. Freddy's house. Why do you ask?" Sam answered, confused. "It's nothing. See you later." Dean waved and left the room.

Dean sighed, walking to his temporary office and sitting down on the bacl chair. "How could she be dreaming about my old place? Unless Freddy brings kids there to kill. Holy shit!' Dean rubbed his eyes, feeling a migrain come on. He took out Sam Ashen's file and read it over. Samatha Ashen, 19, admitted herself into the ward 6 months ago, by herself. Says she had been waking up to find cuts on her arms, face , legs, etc... She also was sleep deprived. Does anything to stay awake, she keeps to her self. No known family, or probably doesn't talk to them. Kept repeating the name Freddy Krueger in her sleep. Dean thought she was very beautiful. She had short, brown-black hair, dark brown eyes, a beautilful smile. Dean chuckled to himself. Him and her? even though they were only a year apart, she was a patient, and he was a staff member. He could lose his job if that happened. But than again, who cares about losing their job if the girl was in danger? Maybe she's worth it. Dean smiled, looking at the picture of her when she was happy. He'd like to put that smiled back on her face. It made her more beautiful

TBC...