Sam choked out a sob, watching as the younger version of himself continued to wail and cry. He remembered everything now, the images tearing into his skull like lightning flashes, words and screams echoing through his mind, the dull thud of something else ricocheting through his brain.

Dean watched, wide-eyed with utter shock at the younger Sam, crying out to something he couldn't see, looking around in fear of something he didn't know. How was this possible?

'Dean! Please...make him stop!' yelped little Sam, looking around, a lost and dejected look masking his face.

Dean didn't know what to do. This wasn't real...Sam's not dead...it's not real.

'Sammy?' Dean whispered, addressing the little boy in front of him, seeing if he could interact with the boy in front of him. 'it's ok Sammy...I'm here...' he whispered, holding out a hand, but little Sam didn't seem to understand; he disappeared with a final cry, a white light surrounding him, until he was gone.

Sam, who had been curled around Dean's feet, let out a cry of his own, tears leaking down his face as he looked up at his older brother.

Dean gulped back his own emotion, bent and hauled Sam to his feet, putting an arm around him.

'C'mon Sammy...let's go in the room...that's it' he encouraged as Sam started to move towards the bedroom Sarah said they could use.

Sam just walked forwards, mind elsewhere, quite happy to let Dean lead. He sank onto the bed and put his head in his hands.

Dean sat next to him, silent, before he put an arm around his shaking brother and pulled him close.

Sam rested his head on Dean's shoulder, quite sobs running through his body.

'Sam- I don't understand...what was all that about?' Dean asked, looking down in Sam's hair in a panic.

'I-it was so long ago...I must've pushed it out...' Sam choked out.

'Pushed what out?' asked Dean, manoeuvring his brother so he could see his face.

'-just-I don't want to talk about it...just leave it' he said, quietly, eyes full of tears.

Dean shook his head firmly 'oh no. You're not pulling that on me! Please tell me!' he said, shaking Sam firmly.

'What happened to you?'

Sam shook his head, as if going through memories, then trying to push them out.

'Sam...Please-let me help-'

'You didn't help then!' Sam snapped, then his face suddenly took on a look of shock, while Dean felt like his heart had been crushed.

'No! No...I didn't mean that...I'm so sorry!' Sam apologised, before more tears fell down his cheeks.

'Hey...you don't need to say sorry-just, please...tell me what happened.' Dean said, pulling him close again and rocking him gently, something he used to do when he was a kid.

What had happened? And why wasn't he there to help him?

...

Sam Winchester woke up bright and early, the morning sun blaring from the sun, shining on the little boys' face, making him squint and smile. He got dressed in super-fast time, patting his untidy mop of hair down to make it look good.

He then bounded to Dean's room, and gave a shouty little giggle when he saw Dean was still asleep.

He crept up on his slumbering sibling, and with a lion-like roar he took a run from the door and jumped on Dean, screeching with delight as Dean pretended to yell out in pain, then proceeded to tickle him under the arms and around the ribs.

'What's going on here then?' A booming, deep voice punctuated the boy's fun, making them stop dead.

'Nothing Mr Smith-we was just playing!' Sam's little-boy lisp answered him, a trace of a giggle still on his face.

'Not this early your not!' Edgar Smith roared, his black moustache quivering in anger.

'Go in your room, I'll come see you in a minute young man!' he ordered.

Sam gave a frightened look to his brother, who shrugged and smiled at him. Mr smith wouldn't tell him off too bad, he was a nice man.

Sam gave his brother a trusting smile and trotted back off to his own room. As he walked, he could here Mr Smith talking to Dean, asking him if he had a good nights sleep. He started laughing, which Sam took as a good sign that he wouldn't get told off too bad, then he would go down to breakfast like normal.

He went and sat on the edge of his neat bed, and just waited for him to arrive.

A few minutes later, he did, coming in through the door with a strange expression on his face.

He stood a little way away from Sam, and motioned with his finger for him to come closer.

Sam did, not thinking anything of it, 'I'm really sorry Mr Smith; I didn't mean t-'his voice was cut short by a slap to the side of his face, sending him careering sideways. He hit the floor with a sob, and clutched his face with a small hand.

He started to cry, but Edgar bent to his level, and pulled him up by the lapel of his shirt.

'Yeah go on...go cry to Dean- he can't help you, he's gone down to breakfast!' he sneered, before pushing Sam back down onto the floor.

Sam whimpered his face stinging from the slap. He didn't understand what had just happened; he just wanted to be away from Mr Smith.

'Can I go down to breakfast too?' he asked meekly, one small hand still pressed to his face.

'No...I don't think you can- you can stay up here, seeing as you've been a really bad boy- but I warn you...' he added darkly, bringing his face closer to Sam's the latter shying away, fear in his young eyes.

'...if you tell a living soul what just happened, I'll hurt Dean...worse than I hurt you...I'll hurt him so bad he wont wake up!' he said, spittle flying into Sam's face.

'No...Not Dean...'he whimpered.

'Then you don't tell anyone!' the man said sharply, before he turned to walk out the door.

'I'll call you when you come down-and remember...this is our secret!' he winked at the young boy and walked through the door, closing it with a snap.

Leaving a seven year old Sam Winchester shaking in fear and pain, not understanding anything that had just happened.

Poor Sam! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, next one- Dean's reaction.

There will also be more flashbacks in later chapters too.

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