A/N: A little insight to where Sam is at. Hope you enjoy and thanks to all who are reading. Please review NC

Chapter 10

Sam began to wake up slowly trying to figure out why it felt like he was sleeping on a cloud. He wiggled around slightly feeling the smooth, silky covers caress his skin. He blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision as he glanced around him. Memories of the previous day came back and he looked quickly around the room noticing nothing had changed. The book he was reading had slipped down his chest and rested in his lap.

Sam got up and headed for the bathroom. After using it, he washed his face and brushed his teeth before deciding to head downstairs. He stepped out of his room and looked down the hall to see a boy around eight or nine standing outside another door. The boy looked up at him with wide blue eyes.

"Hi, my name's Sam, what's yours?" Sam asked smiling warmly at him.

"Tyler." the young boy said shyly.

"Want to go downstairs with me?"

"Ok."

Sam took the boy's hand and they walked down the hall to the stairs and descended the steps. Sam looked around looking for Nathan, but didn't see him.

"Come on lets check the bar." he suggested leading them down the hall to the bar.

A buffet had been set up with breakfast items in front of the windows. Sam looked around and saw several more people sitting at tables in the bar eating. They looked up at the new arrivals and then continued to eat not seeming interested.

"You hungry?" Sam asked the boy.

"Not really, but I guess I could try."

"Here you go, get what you want." Sam nodded giving him a plate from the stack at the end of the table.

He waited, watching the boy transfer food to the plate and move on down the table. Sam picked up a plate and followed him selecting several items himself before going to sit with Tyler. Tyler smiled up at him, glad that he came to sit with him. Tyler snuck a glance at the others in the room as he bit into a strawberry.

Sam sipped his coffee trying to decide what he should do next. He forked a bite of fruit into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. He had to try to get a message to his brother and sister that he was here.

"Tyler do you know what happened to you?" he asked the boy quietly.

"I got sick and I was in the hospital. I remember going to sleep and then I was floating above the bed, looking down at my body." he said looking up at Sam. "Am I dead?"

"I don't really know Tyler." Sam answered truthfully. "How do you feel?"

"Don't know." he shrugged. "I don't feel any different."

"Yeah, neither do I." Sam replied.

"Are you dead?"

"Well Nathan says I'm not, it seems I fell through a hole into this place and now I have to find my way home."

Every face looked up as Nathan walked into the room. He glanced around at the faces and stopped on Tyler. Nathan smiled warmly at him as he approached them.

"Tyler, hi, remember me, I'm Nathan."

"Yes, you gave me a room key." Tyler answered.

"It's not your time yet son, you're being sent back."

"I'm going home?" Tyler asked.

"Yes."

"Wait! Tyler, I need you to get a message to my brother, can you do that?"

"I guess." he said a little confused about what was going on.

Sam looked around and saw a felt-tip pen on the bar. He jumped up, grabbed it and came back over to Tyler.

"Tyler, when you get back, I want you to call this number. It's my brother Dean, can you tell him I'm here and ok?" Sam asked as he wrote a phone number on Tyler's arm. "Tell him I'm trying to find a way back."

'I'll try to remember."

"Do the best you can. It was nice to meet you Tyler." Sam said as Nathan took his hand and led him away. Tyler looked back at him one last time before leaving the room.

"Can I go with him?" Sam called.

"No, sorry, this is private." Nathan told him as they left the room.

Sam looked down at the food still on his plate pushing it around with his fork. He looked up as a woman came over and sat with him. She was slim built, probably came up to his shoulders, had long, auburn hair and gentle brown eyes. She was probably in her late twenties, not a looker, but was easy on the eyes.

"Hi, I'm Esmee." she smiled.

"Sam." he answered half-heartedly.

"You're not suppose to be here are you?" she asked bluntly.

"No."

"I can tell, there's a difference about you, you don't have the same color around you."

"What do you mean?"

"Your aura, image, I don't know what you want to call it, but it was the same as the boy's. It's not his time either is it?"

"That's what Nathan said. What's your story?"

"I was to be married, the day before the ceremony, there was a car accident and I died. I didn't get to tell anyone good-bye. Nathan says my fiancé can't let me go."

"So that has you stuck here and not able to move on?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

"Hope he will understand so I can move on."

"How can you see that I'm different?"

"I'm not sure, my Grams always said I was special, that I could sense things. I could see people auras. I never really tried to figure it out."

Nathan came back into the room and to the bar. He began to wipe it down and checked the glasses hanging over the bar.

"Excuse me for a moment." Sam said getting up and joining him at the bar.

"Nathan, if Tyler was able to go back, why can't I do the same?" he questioned.

"Tyler died for a short time, and came the usual way. You came here by accident, so can not be returned the way we normally do souls. It's more complicated than you think. I am working on a way to get you back into your world, but I can not return you to your body."

"I have someone who might be able to help with that." Sam said thinking of Castiel and knowing he had dealt with souls before. "Will Tyler remember this and what I told him?"

"I can not say. If you will excuse me, I have to greet the new guests." Nathan told him tilting his head as if listening to a sound only he could hear. "Excuse me. We have a lovely garden if you'd like to explore. I'm sure Esmee would show you around."

"Sure, are you done with breakfast?" she asked Sam getting up to join him at the bar.

"Yeah, wasn't really hungry anyway."

"We don't really have to eat or drink, it's just something we do automatically." she informed him taking his arm and leading him to a side door that opened out onto the back deck and flower garden. Sam let Esmee take the lead and be the tour guide.

"How long have you been here?" he asked trying to make small talk.

"I'm not sure. Time is not measured the same here. There is not really an actual night and day." she replied as she led him into the flower garden. She stopped to smell a perfect red rose before continuing. Sam glanced around at the flowers carefully realizing how perfect they were in every way, from the shape of the blossom, to the color of each and every petal. They looked fake, so he touched one to see if it was real and found it was.

Esmee guided him past the flower garden and down to the gazebo. They took a seat on a bench and Sam looked out toward a small stream that made its way through the edge of the meadow. This place brought on a sense of peace and calmness that he had never felt before. He still wanted to find his way home and back to his family but was content to sit here for a while and enjoy the beauty.