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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB. And I've just never liked the name Lyle, but I mean no disrespect to anyone who actually has that name. And, of course, relatives can have different last names.

Meanwhile, in Lecompton, Kansas, Karen and Lyle Sanders were enjoying a nice quiet meal.

"It's very good, Karen," Lyle said after a while.

"Thank you," Karen responded. They continued to eat. Suddenly, the lights flickered.

"Dang it. Not again," Lyle growled.

"Lyle, it's okay," Karen soothingly stated.

"Dang wiring. This whole blasted place is falling apart," Lyle grumbled. Then, the scratching began.

"Oh, this is just great! Do not tell me we have rats too!" the man seethed. Karen didn't answer, but stood up and headed for the phone. Out on the road, Sam stared at out the window as the scenery whizzed by. They had left Rockford Illinoise hours ago, but his nightmare was still fresh in his mind. Sam shivered. He hated that feeling. Trapped, helpless. At least he knew that he'd never have to go back there and he wouldn't have to face it again. Just then, Dean's cellphone rang. Sam went to grab it, but his older brother was faster.

"Hello?" he asked. Then, "Hey, Aunt Karen." At this, Sam turned. Aunt Karen? Why would she be calling? Dean made some attentive noises, ignoring his brother who made questioning gestures. Several minutes later, Dean hung up.

"We got a new gig," he announced.

"What are you talking about?" Sam wondered.

"Aunt Karen thinks her house may have a poltergeist," Dean replied.

"And you want to go back? After everything that happened?" Sam questioned incredulously.

"No, I don't want to. But it's Aunt Karen and Uncle Lyle. They're family," Dean stated.

"No," Sam declared.

"What?" Dean asked in surprise.

"No," Sam repeated. Dean caught the slight quiver in his brother's voice.

"Sam, what's the matter with you?" he wondered.

"Nothing. I just don't want to go," came the petulant response.

"Sammy," Dean reproached, reaching out to grab his brother's wrist. Sam jerked out of his reach, banging his elbow against the door.

"Don't touch me! I'm not going!" Sam insisted.

"Man, I don't know what your problem is, but you better just tough it up," Dean snapped. Sam flounced in his seat. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! his mind screamed. He turned to his brother. Maybe if he explained, told him what had happened...Sam opened his mouth to speak and was hit with a memory.

"Our little secret...right, Sammy?" Uncle Lyle smirked, giving the boy a wink. Sam swallowed the sudden lump and closed his eyes, wishing that he wasn't so afraid.