An: I would just like to thank you all, for your thoughts and prayers. My little girls are both doing better, although I know it's going to be a long road to hoe, it seems to be getting a little better. All we can do is take things one day at a time and keep faith in what we believe.

Disclaimer: I don't own them...might be dangerous if I did.

Chapter 4 There Is Nobody There.

It had been a month since he had managed to freak Sam and John out. Since then he had practiced schooling his features and not jumping through the roof, every time someone touched him. He had also learned his limits when it came to the voice that constantly running through his mind, and instead of staying in the house where he would undoubtably be heard, he would track as far as he could out into woods. He would have slept out there too, but he knew John and Sam would have noticed this and he quickly decided against it.

"You know what would be the best thing to do right now? The voice of his dead, biological father rang in his ears.

"No, just... Go Away!" Was Dean's only reply, as he sat on a rock over looking the small body of water.

"You know son, there isn't enough water in that pond, to wash all the blood you've shed, off of your hands." Chris' voice spoke in an overly sweet tone, that Dean had always used as a waring.

Dean gasped as he realized that his hands had became sticky with fast drying blood.

"Do you know whose blood that is, Dean?" The voice taunted.

"SHUT UP!" Dean growled, as he put his hands to his head desperately trying to get the voice to stop.

"Dean?" He thought he heard John's voice trying to get his attention, but when he opened his eyes all he could see, was the faces of all of those that he couldn't save, and in the forefront was his mother (Mary).

"I should have never taken a piece fo trash like you, into my house. You brought that demon in with you, because you are the demon Dean." Mary's voice scolded, like hot coals on already burned feet.

"Dean, son?" There it was again, the pleading voice of reason that sounded like the man he had wished was his biological father.

"Everyone around you dies, Dean, and now you are going to get my Real family killed. Because that's what demons do." Mary's said with a sad knowing smile.

"I'm not a demon." Dean whispered to himself, as he began to rock back and forwards as Mary's words sunk in.

"Look. At. Me. Son!" John said frantically, as he began to shake his son in effort to drag Dean's attention away from whatever he had been seeing and hearing.

Dean hadn't been as sneaky as he thought, when he began going into the woods John thought that maybe it would be a good thing, because plenty of people would turn to nature, as a way to calm them. But he then noticed that Dean was using it as a way to withdrawl himsel f away from his family. So this time John had decided to follow his son. That's why he was here now, trying to draw his son's attention away from whatever Hell he was in, right now.

"I'm not a demon...please don't say that momma." These words over and over is what John heard his son say, and it shattered his heart into a million pieces.

"Dean, son, come on. What you are seeing or hearing right now isn't real." John said as he put his hands to each side of his son's face, to force him to look him in the eye.

John was at his whits end when that didn't work, so he did the only thing that he could think of. He picked Dean up and carried him back to their house.

TBC

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