Disclaimed!

Set in Season 1

(Outside POV)

Missouri kept skin contact with Sam as she watched him tentatively, the room was quiet except for Sam and Dean's breathing. But Sam's breathing was slowing more and more as the minutes passed.

"Is 'is breathing meant to go that slow?" Bobby asked Missouri after five minutes, once Sam's breathing was impossibly slow

"He's going into his own mind with my guidance…he only needs to breathe enough to keep his body alive. Now shhh" Missouri said in a whisper.

Missouri remained watchful for the next ten minutes undisturbed then quietly spoke some Latin words that would bring forward Sam's abilities

"Permissum vox of meus mens unlock tardus vox illae incorruptus unus" she spoke clearly and only said these words once. She turned to Bobby and John and whispered to them "This may take a while; the boy has to bring his abilities forward from his mind, the incantation made it easier for him. But I don't know what will happen because I've never done this before…be ready in case this goes out the window" she warned and gently took her hand away from Sam's arm and stood, relocating to an armchair. The room became silent as everyone watched Sam.

(Sam POV)

Sam was back in Stanford…but yet he wasn't. The colours were only greyscale. The building was pure white and glowing as was the grounds and all the surrounding buildings. Sam walked forward slowly; words sprung into the air all around him….echoing. The echo started to fade…wait…not fade…move. Sam impassively followed the words into the building and up the stairs towards one specific room.

"Wait NO. I can't. I can't go in there. I can't…" Sam thought frantically as his body carried on moving forwards of its own will…like it was possessed.

Shivers ran down Sam's mind as he remembered. "Water?" He'd been in water and Dean had been there, they'd saved a little boy from the angry spirit. The plane and Dean's fear. Sam's memories were re-fitting themselves into his mind as he drew nearer to the room that he knew held dread. More images flitted into his head and nested back in their original places…Bloody Mary in the mirror and the shape shifter, saving Lori from the Hook man and the Indian curse, their old house and Missouri.

"I knew Missouri? How could I have forgotten…?"

A long painful memory jumped out of the white light of the corridor at him. The Asylum. They went to find their dad but he wasn't there.

"We were looking for Dad…why was that?"

The memory continued. Dr Ellicott attacking him and he in turn attacking Dean…Nearly murdering Dean in cold blood.

Sam's memories of the last year with Dean all flooded back to him, including the last hunt before the poltergeist incident that caused all of this…A painting that killed its owners. Sarah Blake. Dean's cheesy attempts to set them up. Sam smiled in spite of himself but his smile soon dropped again. Why had he started hunting with Dean again?

Sam looked up and found himself in front of a set of two doors. Both of which were black and dark. Sam looked around; these were the only black things here in his mindscape. Sam hesitantly put hand out and opened the left-hand door first and a scene played out before him.

He was looking up at a mobile from his crib smiling happily as it spun around, then a dark figure appeared over him. He started crying and whining and barely a minute later her heard a woman's voice.

"Honey? Does he need feeding?" the voice asked and the figure turned his head away slightly towards the voice

"Shhh" he replied

"Okay" she mumbled and he heard her walked down the hall.

The figure turned back to him and held up and arm, his wrist above his mouth. A liquid dripped down and into his mouth and seconds later he heard the woman again, sounding distressed

"It's You!" there was a scuffle, a scream, then silence and Sam looked up to see a beautiful woman on the ceiling…he said nothing. Was this a new game mummy was playing?

A man ran into the room and looked down at Sam. He recognised this face too and smiling

"Hey" she cooed and then stopped. Looking at his hand which was stroking Sam's face. He turned slowly and looked up then fell backwards onto the floor. Mummy was disappearing in lots of bright colours…and suddenly it became hot and smoky. Too smoke to see what happened after this.

Sam flew backwards out of the door as the memory flung him away and he wiped his eyes when he realised that he was crying. He glanced at the second door. She didn't want to look but his body was disobeying him again and he stood. Sam looked down as he grasped the handle of the second door and noticed he was glowing. His body ignored his confusion and push the door open, revealing a memory he had believed was a dream.

Sam walked into his apartment and took a cookie, after reading the note and smiling. He walked into the bedroom and sat down; he smiled again and took a bite of his cookie before closing his eyes and lying down.

Drip

Drip

Sam crunched up his eyebrows at the feeling of drops on his head and opened his eyes. Jess. His girlfriend was pinned to the ceiling like his previous dreams.

"NO"

Sam looked in shock as the love of his life burned above him and he didn't move. But the door came open in a flash and Dean came barrelling into the room, Sam saw him stop and figure out what he had to do and then darted forward and pulled Sam off the bed and put two arms around him as he tried to break free of him

"JESS"

Dean ignored his calls and just said

"Come on Sammy" as he dragged him out of the burning room and to safety. Away from his girlfriend.

Sam fell backwards out of the memory and stood up quickly. Wiping his eyes again. That's the reason he began hunting again. The Demon. Sam looked at himself again and saw the glowing had increased and was as bright as his mindscape now. Sam turned away from his inner evils. The reasons he was hunting and walked back down the corridor…he was getting out now…and he was finding that Demon.