Chapter 7

"Daddy, did you hear about those little girls?" Kathryn asked Sam as she ran up to him. He picked her up and walked her to the kitchen, where he put her on the counter and began to fix supper.

"Yes Sweetheart." He said. "It's awful, isn't it?"

"Some kids at school said that it was you who killed them Daddy, but I said my dad's the most honest man in the world and he wouldn't kill anyone unless they wanted to kill them first." Kathryn said. Sam nodded his head as he continued to chop an onion for supper. This was the weirdest dream he had ever had. He sounded like someone else, he wasn't sure who, and why was this little girl calling him Daddy? As far as he knew, he had never got anyone pregnant. Maybe she had him confused with Dean. Yeah, that was probably it. "And they say you killed Mommy."

"Now Sweetie, you know that Mommy died when she fell on her own knife. I had nothing to do with that." Sam said, the words not his.

"I know." Kathryn said. "But Mommy doesn't know that." With that, Sam set up quickly. He found himself in the bathtub yet again. His breath echoed throughout the bathroom. He quickly climbed out, this time bloody handprints making themselves known on the white tub. There was nothing on his hands though. He quickly ran to the mirror, but only saw himself looking back. He thought for a moment he may see yellow in his eyes or something, but there was nothing. He stood there for a moment, listening to his own breathing. Then he heard something in the room outside the bathroom. He gripped the door handle and flung it open to see John pulling himself up off the floor.

"Dad!" Sam yelled. He went to John, who looked confused.

"Did you get the number off that truck?" He asked. He looked at Sam. "What the hell happened?"

"I was hoping that you would tell me." Sam said. John looked around. The room looked different than it had before. Well, that's because the last thing he remembered was meeting up with Sam and Dean in the motel room that was in Indiana.

"Where's Dean?" John asked as he set down on the bed. Sam looked around. He went to the window and saw that the Impala was gone from the parking lot. He let go of the curtain and went back to his dad, his face pale.

"He's gone." Sam said. John's face went pale too. Because at that time, there was an evil laugh in the room.

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