Sam stared out the window of the bus, bag in his lap, and his phone lighting up and vibrating every minute. One,two...five missed calls from Dean and over 50 text messages. He stared at his phone, a lump forming in his throat.

"I'm sorry Dean. I had to leave"

"Sammy, please come back. Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm Sorry"

Sam sent the last text message and turned off his phone. He couldn't go home and seeing Dean's messages which just make it harder than it already was. He couldn't risk Dean's life. He wouldn't.

He would only come back when he knew it was safe.

It had been a regular old hunt. Everything had gone by the book. They had captured a demon who possessed women and made them kill their husbands. It was supposed to be a simple exorcism. It was anything but. demon had left the body no problem but instead of going back to hell it materialized outside of the circle. It stared at them with black eyes and smiled at Sam, full of confidence and life.

"Oh my, quite the forbidden love you have there. Forbidden loves are always sweeter than the simple by the book love I've been dealing with here. Tell me Sammy my boy. Are you ready to kill Dean"

It hissed it's last words and evaporated into the air. The air around Sam felt thick as he inhaled it. Then, without warning he fainted.

When Sam awoke he was back in his motel room, his head pounding. The images in his eyes blurred as he tried to get out of bed. As soon as his feet touch the ground he fell.

"Dean?"

His voice was hoarse from inactivity and his throat dry. He heard running come from the other side of the room and he felt Dean's hands all over him trying to get him back in bed.

"Hey there Sammy, I got you man. Are you okay? Why would you try to get out of bed?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know man. The moment that demon disappeared you fainted. You've been out for 2 whole days"

I wonder what he was doing during those two day. He never did handle loneliness well.

"What"

"What?"

"Did you say something?"

"Uh no."

Oh no its wasn't him Sammy my boy. It was mmeeee

Sam stared wide eyed. Whatever had control over the women now was inside of him. His heart began to beat faster and faster. Dean looked at his brother with concerned green eyes.

"You alright?"

"uh Yeah. I just need fresh air I think"

Sam tried to stand up again, this time using his bed for support. He slowly got the movement back in his limbs as he made his way to the door.

"Alright man, leave the door open just in case you fall. You're like a skyscraper with a weak foundation right now."

"I'll be fine Dean. I'm not a child. Love you"

"You better"

Sam went outside and took a deep breath. Maybe it was just his mind playing trick on him. There was no black smoke and he had an anti possession tattoo. There was no way there was a demon inside him.

That symbol doesn't do much for you mind Sammy. It really is cute how much you love that brother of yours. I wouldn't blame you. Incest or not mmmeeeOOWWW. He can hunt me anyday. Too bad he doesn't really share those feeling. He didn't even say I love you back"

Sam didn't speak out loud because Dean might hear him. He just stood there and tried to think of what to do next.

Don't worry Sammy. I can hear your thoughts. Why don't you just tell Dean what's happening? Or are you afraid of bothering him AGAIN with you mind problems. He must be expecting it by now. Heck! You even had to leave the door open so he could keep an eye on you

Get out of my head. I will not kill Dean. You can't make me.

Oh dear Sammy. I am not going to make you do anything. I am just opening your eyes. I mean if you love Dean as much as you say you do and he doesn't love you back then he obviously doesn't deserve to love anybody else. Right? If you can't have all of him then no one can.

Sam was unsure of what to do next. It was obvious whatever was in his mind had had problems with males and love. But it is not like he could research how to kill it with it in his mind. It would see and he didn't quite know the extent of it's power yet. In the end he decided to just ignore it. How much harm could one voice do?

Over the next few days the voice didn't stop for even one second. It was more annoying than persuading. Every time Dean so much as breathed in the wrong tone of voice it pointed it out to Sam. He was still able to work and most of the time he could ignore it but Sam honestly had no idea how long he could do this. Then, all of a sudden, it got worse. In his dreams he just got images of Dean kissing and sleeping with women and other guys and drinking at a bar flirting with women. It all just seemed so real.

In case you were wondering those are thing that Dean has done in the past few nights. He's cheating on you Sammy. It is obvious. When is the last time he even kissed you? You're just another stepping stone to him.

Sam sat on the bed and covered his eyes. Dean wasn't even home right now.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD"

Sam was not the jealous type of guy. Before, If Dean wanted to call it quits he'd be fine. After all it's unnuatural for brothers to be doing what they were doing, to have the kind of relationship they had. But now Sam was just angry. He deserved more than this. He was always there for Dean. If Dean couldn't see something like that then...

Sam shook his head in disbelief. Had he really thought that?

Yes, Sam you did. You finally are seeing it the way you should. Some men are just jerks. They don't deserve the love in this world. They only use and waste. Use and waste.

"use and waste..."

Sam laid down on his bed and slept the words "use and waste" running through his head and just as he slipped into sleep the voice whispered.

That's right go to bed my little Sammy. I'll take care of things for you

Sam woke up knife in hand. Standing over Dean's sleeping body. His eyes dead and uncaring. The room was quiet except for the slow and calming breath coming from Dean's body. Sam pulled the covers down to reveal Dean chest and slid the knife along pushing just enough to leave a small trail of blood behind. A loud cackle rang through his mind brought Sam back to conscious just as he lifted the knife to stirke. He dropped the knife in shock.

WHAT? No. PICK THE KNIFE UP

Sam stared in horror at the blood on Dean's chest then to the knife on the ground. Tears welled up in his eyes. He almost killed Dean. The only family, the only love he had. Sam grabbed his bag of clothes and money and ran. The tears rose faster than he could run and they slid down his face.

If you leave now he'll just hurt you more Sammy! Go back!

NO!

Now Sam sat alone on the bus trying to figure out what to do. There was literally no where he could go. Dean was his only anchor. The only safety net his had or needed. He was alone with a voice in his head that seemed to be able to take over his body if he let his guard down. He buried his face and his hand and thought of Dean's eyes, those green harbour lights that had always led him home. He couldn't see them anymore. He was lost.

One Week Later ...

Sam stared at his phone tempted to turn it on. He wanted to call Dean and tell him he was alright, to tell him he still loved him. But he couldn't.

What would he tell Dean after that? "Sorry, I love you. Can't come home. Bye". Dean deserved more than that. Sam had spent almost a week trying to figure out how to get rid of the voice. It was mostly quiet now. Occasionally it would tell Sam to go back to Dean but ever since Sam left Dean it didn't speak to him. He felt like it was just moping or sleeping and waiting till Sam couldn't take it anymore. Till he went back to Dean and they could just start all over again. Then Sam had an idea. He sat on the the edge of the bed and sighed.

"Can we talk? like, face to face"

"Sure Sammy"

Suddenly in front of him the demon appeared. It looked neither definitely female nor male but was very attractive. It's eyes were red and puffy like it was sad and depressed. So very different from when they first met. All the confidence gone.

"I can't believe that actually worked. You look different."

"Well, I've been crying a lot lately."

"Why?"

"The man I love doesn't love me. I tried to kill him but I couldn't. You wouldn't let me. The other women let me but you didn't. It is because you're a man. You don't 're stopping us from being together. I've tried everything. I am just no...enough"

"That isn't the man you love"

"Yes, it WAS. HE was exactly the SAME. They don't understand how to love. AND YOU don't understand what it feels like"

"Please listen, that wasn't the same man! They are different...he is mine.."

"Oh no Sammy my boy. That's what they do. They cloud your mind and your judgement and they take you love and your life"

It lifted its wrist and displayed two deep gashes leading up her arm. Suicide.

"I LOVED him and told him that I would never love another. He would love me forever after we died. So I died. I killed myself. If he loved me he would have done the same then we would have been together FOREVER but no. He went and loved that other girl so easily after I left...That's what men do they hurt. I tried to save you Sammy. I JUST WANTED TO HELP."

She began to cry again and a glass broke in the room and Sam nodded his head. She was a spirit. a type of vengeful spirit. She couldn't leave because a part of her was still here. Her love. She couldn't leave because part of her heart was still here. But Sam couldn't kill the guy so he tried something new. He reached forward and hugged her.

"What are you doing"

"I ...Uh...was hoping that hugging you and loving you would release your spirit"

The stared at each other in silence and Sam just shrugged and smiled.

"It didn't work but luckily I had plan B"

He gestured toward the salt circle that surrounded her and she immediately rose in anger. Her eyes glowing.

"Release me!"

"Uh...I'm going to go with no"

Since he couldn't release her spirit he would have to command it. He had remember the psychic who had controlled the spirit and ordered it to kill all the competition so maybe he could control this one and order it to not kill. He pulled out the book and began to recite the incantation. She began to scream in agony as the sound of chain rang in the air. Then, everything was quiet and she just stood still. Eyes still watering, staring at Sam.

"Alright, I ..uh..order you to sit at your grave and stay out of peoples minds until your lover dies. Then, when he dies. I release you to go to heaven."

She stood there and watched him.

"Well?"

"The salt circle..."

"Oh right.."

Sam erased the circle and she evaporated again but this time a small flower was left in her place. It lay lonely on the bed then shattered. Sam stared at the bed for a while before turning on his phone and calling Dean. He could finally see the light. Those beautiful green harbour lights that would lead him home.

AN: Well, that's done. I guess if you guys want I can write a follow up chapter and like have a fluffy reunion with like a smutty end or just the fluff and vice versa but as of now this is ddoooneee! ( I don't own this characters in care you thought I did. Well, I did make up the ghost but like I didn't give her a name or anything. Maybe if I make another chapter I'll make Sam find out who she is or whatever). OH! and this is based on the song Harbour Lights by a Silent Film ...kind of...so have a listen...okay Bai! 3