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Hey, this is a sequel for Demon's inside; thus the name, I had nothing better to call it; if you think of something better then I would happily like to know. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

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Dean had been dead for nearly eight years, Sam was now fourteen. Sam had had a tough time getting over Dean's death, Sam was young but he still remembered Dean's voice, and all the warnings of advise he had given Sam.

Sam was standing by Dean's grave, it was an overcast day and it seemed like perfect weather for Sam. Fresh tears streamed down his face, his brother, his only brother left him. And he felt responsible for it all.

Since Dean was gone, Sam was forced to train more harder with John. John had become much more protective of Sam then even he wanted, Sam hated the fact that he had to train for nearly every day for almost three hours.

"Hey, I gotta go Dean. I'll talk to you later, alright. Love you" Sam said with a sad smile. He wiped the tears from his eyes and walked away from the graveyard and climbed into the passenger side of the Impala.

"Hey Dad" Sam said, buckling up. John had never visited Dean's grave since the funeral, which broke Sam's heart that John didn't want to see Dean again.

John just always said "It's not Dean anymore, he's gone" John hunted more and more, he even drunk more. Though Sam was thankful that John had never gotten overly drunk that he would hurt Sam.

"Hey Sammy. Okay we're going now, you ready?" John asked, choosing not to look Sam in the eyes. Sam nodded, they were going some haunted house or something that was in a town a few hours away from home. Sam told John that he had to say goodbye to Dean before they left, John allowed Sam to see Dean.

Sam regretted greatly not being able to see Dean now, in the flesh but only in the old pictures of Dean when he was his age. Sometimes when he looked at the photos he felt that Dean was there with him.

He had dreams of things that made no sense, he sometimes saw Dean; though he was older and he was angry at Sam for letting him die.

Usually in Sam's dream, Dean would for some reason attack him, leaving Sam for dead. It always seemed to be raining and Dean would always say the same thing.

"Sammy, how could you do this. I trusted you, I thought you would be the last one to ever betray me, if you ever would…" Sam never got that, he never betrayed Dean.

Sam would always wake though, the dream always seemed to make him wake up screaming, sweat running down his face. And after the dream he always said sorry repeatedly before John would go into Sam's room and tell him that's it's just a dream.

Though sometimes John wasn't there and Sam was alone, he would curl up into a ball and sometimes stay awake until John got home. Only when John was there did he ever feel slightly better, he hated being alone; he had felt that for so long.

John glanced at Sam, he knew that everything that they had been through; that Sam had been through with Dean dieing, it was almost to much to bare the thought of losing his other son.

He had trained Sam so hard just so he wouldn't die like Dean did, only Dean didn't die by a demon like they all thought he would in the long run, no a stupid tumour was enough to bring Dean down.

So that meant that Sam could easily fall by that same thing couldn't he? John didn't know, he just wanted Sam to live; to be safe. Even if that meant training him so hard that he could barely stand at the end of the day then so be it…John was willing to do that all for Sam.

"So kiddo…" John said, trying hopelessly to start a conversation. "You okay?" Sam looked over to John, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…miss Dean is all" Sam said, giving John a half hearted smile. John returned the smiled, staring back at the road.

"I know, I'm surprised you remember so much about him. You were only six after all" Sam rolled his eyes, Sam was sick and tired of John wanting Sam to simply forget about Dean.

"He's my brother" Sam simply replied, he remembered living with Bobby for the few months after Dean's death. It was weird not having anyone else there that Sam could play around with, he usually just sat outside and read that book that Dean had given and read to him so many times before.

Sam knew the ride to the 'haunted' house or town was going to take a while, Sam made himself comfortable before falling into a light sleep; he never had a real good night sleep. Sam abruptly awoke finding it to be night time, and that he was alone.

"Dad" Sam called out, of course it came out croaky because he only just woke up. Sam looked around, they were parked on the side of the road. "Great" Sam thought. There was no lights, so outside the car was pitch black and Sam didn't feel very happy about the thought of getting out of the car to see what's going on.

"Dad!" Sam called again, he didn't like this. He suddenly panicked, something was wrong, it had to be.

"Damn it, Dad" Sam remained seated…for a least five minutes. He causally opened the passenger door and climbed out. He didn't move from the car though, he wouldn't have been afraid if he knew what was going on, or at least if there was someone there with him.

He glanced around in the pure darkness of the night, thinking at any moment something could attack him. It wasn't something that he quiet wanted at the moment. Sam was beginning to feel nervous, afraid that something bad could've happened to his father.

He was about to take a step towards the trunk of the car to get a weapon or anything, when a hand…or something of similar description reached out and grabbed onto Sam's shoulder.

Note: Please review, I would love to know what you think of this as a squeal and how I started it off.