Authors Note: Well here's the sequel to my story No Looking Back and a lot will be answered in this story that my other story might have left out. I must, must, must stress that not everything is as it seems and don't take things at face value. That's the only way you're going to enjoy reading this. Since the last one was solely in Dean's I'm going to have this one feature both as it helps the story. Let's hope you like this one as much as my other one. Thanx Charity.


"So Sam, word around town is your working for the other side is that true?"

Sam's head bobbed up at the calm voice. He didn't know quite where he was but he knew that it couldn't be any good. For one he was shackled the damn ceiling and his feet didn't even touch the floor. His head was a bit fuzzy from the drugs but he could make out that this was a fellow hunter and this so called hunter knew a lot about him.

"No it's not true." His voice was like gravel and it hurt his aching head when he spoke but thee guy in front of him was totally scaring the hell out of him.

"Ah! But it is I know what you've done Sam."

Sam's eyes shone with fear as he heard the words spoken. "Listen I don't know where this is going-" He couldn't even get another word out as a hand quickly made contact with his face snapping harshly to the side.

"Uh, uh, uh. Don't speak lies Samuel."

Sam spit the blood out of his mouth as he worked his jaw over. "I'm telling you the truth." Maybe it was half the truth but he didn't need to know.

"You see I know you're lying. Now we have to punish you for lying."

"What are you going to do?" Sam said fearfully as he tried to wiggle his hands free.

"I'm going to break you Sam and it's going to be fun I promise."

Sam watched as the guy grabbed a hold of what looked like a whip and walked quickly back over to his struggling body. "Listen we can talk about this." His plea went on deaf ears as he heard the whoosh of the whip.

"Listen don't!" He yelled but it was too late. He felt the whip slice through his back muscle with precision. He quickly arched his back to try to get away from the pain but it was everywhere. His head, his back even his jaw throbbed to an uncontrollable beat.

"Oh god." He panted out as he looked around fearfully for his attacker.

"See Sammy that wasn't so bad now let me rephrase the question. No more lies."

"No more lies." He repeated as he looked down at the cold cement floor.

"Good say it again Sammy."

"No more lies." He breathlessly repeated.

"Very good now lets move to step two. Repeat after me I'm a monster and I'm a threat to the human society."

Sam shook his head back and forth because he wasn't a monster. Was he?

"Oh Sammy I think we have to spend some time with you."

Sam brought his head up enough to see the whip curling through the air. He closed his eyes in anticipation for its contact.


"Sam wake up!"

Sam's eyes snapped open at the order and he quickly brought his head up.

"Geez you alright."

"What?" Sam looked around only to find that he was in the Impala and his brother was staring at him with concern. It was just a nightmare only a nightmare. He chuckled aloud to himself.

"You were mumbling some pretty freaky shit. You sure you're alright?" Dean's eyes shone with concern as he watched his brother try to control his breathing. They weren't far from Garber but after Sam was able to at least travel Dean decided to high tale out of that damn town and get him and Sam as far away from Oklahoma as possible.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Sam wiped the sweat from his forehead as he relaxed back into the seat. Was it only a nightmare? It was so real I could still feel the sting of the whip. Sam shivered at the all too real nightmare.

"Sure you are." Dean let it go as he concentrated on the road.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam asked while fiddling with the map in the glove compartment.

"Tulsa, Oklahoma were on our way to Arkansas." Dean announced as he concentrated on getting the hell out of Oklahoma.

"What's in Arkansas?" Sam asked with a hint of confusion. He didn't remember Dean mentioning any hunts or Arkansas to be important. In fact everything is fuzzy about the last conversation he had with Dean. Damnit why can't I remember.

"Nothing I'm just getting the hell out of dodge if you catch my drift." Dean added with a wink but was disappointed that Sam still stared at him looking dazed and confused. What the hell was wrong? "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine quit asking me that." Sam grumbled as he quickly placed both arms over his chest in an irritated huff.

"Your looking a little I don't know spacey, confused. Are you sure that kid back in Fairmont didn't mess with your mind?" Dean asked fearfully. He remembered all to well about the conversation he and Billy had. I broke kids in less time though. That eerie calm voice still gave Dean the hebbie jeebies. Once he went back to find the little bastard he was gone without a trace. The kid was good almost too good that's what worried him.

"He didn't do anything," Sam said with a sigh. "You saw me and I'm fine." Why was Dean always asking him that? He was fine. Wasn't he?

"I know it's just…never mind man." Dean decided to drop the subject because he could feel they were on the verge of another argument. "Were going to take some down time in Arkansas till you're fully healed."

"I am fully healed." Sam retorted back.

"You're only healed enough for travel. Your back's still a mess your ribs are still bothering you why can't we just take a quick breather. Ok?" He really needed the downtime himself as the weeks were starting to catch up to him and all his emotions have been running rampant. He hasn't been able to get control over them and it seemed like he was dishing out more chick flick moments then Sam does. Now that's bad.

"Fine." Sam grumbled noting he lost this battle and probably wasn't going to win anymore today he shut himself up and decided that he needed to go to sleep. "Wake me when it's my turn to drive." He said sleepily as he let his head rest on the seat.

"Alright." So totally not. Sam was a mess that much he could tell but he didn't exactly know what was bothering Sam as of late. He was pretty damn determined to find out when they hit Arkansas.

He listened to his brothers even breathing and it kept him sane. The weeks with Cas were nothing compared to just sitting in the Impala with his brother. It felt good and he intended to keep it that way. He shut off the music and prepared a long trip to Arkansas.


I know it's short but I'm just kick starting things. So how'd ya like it and did I satisfy you with a glimpse of what Billy did. Because there will be more of that to come. Feedback would be appreciated. Title for the story taken from a song by cypress hill. Thanx Charity