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Sam was lying on his bed, eyes closed when he felt something hit his forehead. He turned his head, but felt another splat. He opened his eyes and gasped. Jessica was pinned to the ceiling, bleeding.

"Why Sam?" she asked.

"NO!" he cried. Then, she was engulfed by flames. The scene shifted. Sam struggled against the chains that held him.

"Sammy?" a girl's voice asked playfully. He strengthened his struggle, but it was useless. The chains were too tight. That didn't stop him from trying though.

"Sammy?" the girl asked again.

"No," Sam said. He watched as a young woman around his age stepped into view.

"Awww. Is little Sammy afraid?" she mocked coming closer. "Don't worry. Cassie's here," she continued with a terrible grin. With that she let her true features show and bared down. Blood trickled from his neck as the vampire's fangs cut into his skin. Sam screamed.

"SAM!" Dean shouted. Sam gasped and jerked up right. Panting, he put a hand to his neck and was relieved to feel the smoothness of the skin.

"Another dream. It was just another dream," he sighed.

"Musta been a doozy. I've been tryin' to wake you for fifteen minutes," Dean responded.

"Why? What's going on?" Sam wondered.

"There's squad cars down at the carnival again," Dean replied.

"You think there was another death?" Sam asked.

"Probably," Dean answered.

"Okay. Just let me get dressed," Sam said. With that, he got up and got dressed. His eyes clouded. Why were these dreams haunting him? Jessica he could understand. He had never told her who he was...but the thing with Cassie. Why was he remembering again?

"You ready?" Dean queried.

"Yeah. Let's go," Sam answered. With that, they headed for the campground. When they got there, they saw two uniforms talking to a teenaged male.

"We---we---were in the Hall of Mirrors. It---it was horrible. The---the room started to shake, and then there was this---this murky shape. It knew how to make us afraid," the boy stammered.

"Jerry, come on. Don't give us this trash. Tell us what really happened," a cop said skeptically.

"I just did," Jerry insisted. He looked to the security guard. "You were there! He saw!" he continued. The officers looked to the man, not noticing Sam and Dean as they walked up.

"I saw---something. It was like a---shadow or a silhoutte," the guard confirmed.

"Jerry, was it in the mirror?" Sam asked. At this, the uniforms turned around.

"Who are you?" one demanded. For a moment, Sam and Dean stared at each other.

"Carnival inspectors," Dean answered. "Was it? In the mirror?" he continued.

"Yeah," Jerry nodded. "It---it killed Lisa---by scaring her to death," he confirmed.