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A/N: Thanks so much to be my beta reader AlElizabeth.


After the creature had told Sam that he wasn't going anywhere the clown had made his way out of the basement. The fear was slightly less intense when they weren't it the same room and while his heart hadn't returned to his normal rate Sam no longer felt like he was having a heart attack. He wanted to know what the creature was so he could think of a way to stop it, but at the same time he knew that he was repressing the memories for a reason. As bad as his life was he had never repressed anything before...well that he knew of, so it would have to be pretty bad. Then again he had been a kid kids were a bit more sensitive to things... so maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it was? He closed his eyes as another memory made its way to the forefront of his mind:

Another new school, another new town; he thought as he stood in front of another new class, not a single familiar face in the crowd of people. Maybe this town would be different. His teacher was a nice-looking young woman in her mid-to late 20's; she had short brown hair and was wearing a sweater and khakis.

"Hello class, we have a new student today. Why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?" Sam nodded, even at nine-years old he was well-versed in this kind of thing.

"Hi, my name is Sam Winchester and my family moved here from Toledo." It was all the teachers usually expected him to say up front and if they wanted more then they would ask. It seemed like enough for his teacher because she said.

"Everybody say 'hi Sam'," they all said it back most of them less than enthusiastic. "Sam why don't you sit next to Peter?" she said pointing to an empty seat next to a small boy with black hair and pale skin. Sam nodded and made his way over and sat down.

Sam blinked, okay that memory was obviously of his first day of school in this town, there was nothing odd about it or anything really that helped him at all with the situation he currently found himself in. But he supposed that he hadn't just blocked out the scary ones but all memories of this place. It only took a few minutes before another memory bubbled the surface:

Peter was sitting by himself outside on the playground, was looking at the other children. Sam made his way closer to Peter and sat down next to him and Peter looked away.

"Hi Peter, I'm Sam."Sam said and Peter said a soft, nervous.

"Hi." but didn't look his way.

Sam blinked as the memory stopped there, he shook his head he had no idea what that meant. Were they friends? Guilt, he felt guilty about something, although he had no idea why. He sighed, he supposed that as his memories came back one by one he'd be more and more aware of what ever his mind was trying to repress. Honestly he hoped that Dean would come and save him before then.

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Dean had a new set of clothes on: scrubs since the clothes he had been brought in with were covered in blood. He had liked that shirt too. Whatever had taken Sam was going to pay for that as well. He was checked out AMA after having to spend what seemed like forever with the doctor trying to convince him not to check out and when he realized he couldn't change Dean's mind he gave him a set of instructions to follow. He had no intention of following any of them though until he found Sam.

He had no car since the car he had driven last was apparently totaled. He was glad that it hadn't been the Impala. Due to his lack of car he walked, albeit a little weakly and the headache he had was getting worse since he had no longer was taking any medication for it other than normal aspirin. It was a good thing the town was small and that the town had a hospital in the first place.

It took him several minutes to get back to the hotel room and saw with one single glance around the room Sam hadn't been back there. He quickly changed out of his scrubs and into jeans and another shirt to draw less attention to himself. Dean looked around the room once more hoping he missed any sign on Sam coming back to the room but he hadn't.

Dean took out all his back up phones since his phone had been broken in the car and checked all of them for any messages, only to find none.

Dean grunted in frustration, he had no idea where Sam was and no idea how to find him. Worst of all he couldn't seem to help but feel that something was terribly wrong. He had to find Sam, he had to protect him, it was his job. No matter what they had said in the past, it was his first thought in any given situation: protect Sammy. It had been drilled into his head from the time he was a kid: protect Sammy. It was the only thing on his mind, but he had no idea how to protect Sammy, he had no idea how to even find him. There was only one thing he could even think about doing which was looking for Sam around town.

Hours later and he had searched nearly everywhere in the small town. He hadn't really expected to find Sam just sitting in a bar with a beer bottle in his hand and a drunk smile on his face when he was supposed to be at the hospital, but to find nothing, no clue about where Sam was that was really frustrating. The only good news was his headache seemed to be easing off a bit. He looked up at the door of the motel room that he had made his way back to hoping Sam would just walk in the door telling him it was all some elaborate joke. Dean would hug him right after he killed him or at least that how he pictured it in his head since it did not happen in reality.

He looked back down at the phones a moment later. He had set the phones in a row all of them staring face up at him. Not a single missed call or message on any of them. The feeling that something was terribly wrong only intensified in the last few hours and he had grabbed the phones and manually checked several times to make sure that they were working. He needed to find Sam he knew that, he just wasn't sure how. He really needed to lojack his brother that way he would be a lot easier to find. A smile momentarily twitched on his lips before leaving again. Dean started nervously drumming his fingers on the cheap motel table as he looked down at the phones.

Something was bugging him, something was off but he couldn't seem to figure out what it was. Something about the case, on the surface everything seemed fine about. Ghosts kill people, they salt and burn the bones and it stops killing people. That was the normal hunting cycle and that how it seemed like everything had gone. But something seemed off some how. What it was he wasn't sure but something was off about this whole thing, other than the fact that his brother was missing.

There was something about the accident too. He kept replaying it the car coming at him there had been something off about the way the car had come after them, but he couldn't seem to put his finger on what that was either. He had only seen it for a second before the two cars had collided but there was something there, something important. He remembered the sounds of the two cars colliding and seeing a flash of silver and then the pain, but no it was something else. Dean shook his head, he had to focus, Sam's life could be on the line, and his remembering or not remembering could be the thing that could save his brother. It was just a second where he had seen the windshield of the silver car right before it had smashed into them. Dean shook his head he knew there was something there, and it seemed obvious he just wasn't seeming to get it. He wished Sam was there, he'd probably know, of course if Sam was there then he wouldn't be trying to find him. Also it probably wouldn't help much anyways since it had smashed into his side of the car.

Dean closed his eyes and focused he was looking at the road in front of him when he had just for a second out of the corner of his eyes saw the flash of silver, he had turned his face just as the silver car rammed into their borrowed car. He rewound it mentally and played it again the flash of silver the glance into the car and this time he finally realized what it had been that he had been trying to figure out.

There hadn't been anyone in the driver's seat. He replayed that moment in his mind again and found that he remembered it exactly the same way. There hadn't been anyone in the driver's seat. His headlights had flashed directly into the car for a split second and there had been no driver. Their car had been rammed by a ghost. Sam had been kidnapped by a ghost.

Dean frowned, but they had taken care of the ghost, besides the fact that it didn't haunt that road anyways; no one had died on that road. He got on Sam's laptop and looked up the road they had been on to make sure: no deaths. The spirit might have switched roads; only they were supposed to have salt and burned it. They must have gotten it wrong, there must have been another ghost or creature, either that or they were dealing with two monsters


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