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"'The truth'?" Dean repeated. "What does this thing mean?" he wondered. How could it possibly know what Unle Lyle did? he wondered.

"I---I don't know," Sam stammered. Oh, man. Oh, man. How does this thing know? he thought frantically. Immediately, he was beset by a rush of memories.

"Sammy? Sammy, are you up?" Uncle Lyle asked.

"No. Please," Sam begged.

"Ssssshhhhhh," the man cautioned, a finger to his lips.

"Please," Sam implored. "You---you said no more," he continued.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. When did I ever say that?" Uncle Lyle questioned, coming closer to the bed.

"No!" Sam cried, pulling himself out of the memory.

"Sammy? Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked.

"I---I---" Sam stammered.

"Sammy, don't you dare," Lyle growled.

"I---I'm gonna be sick," Sam said. With that, he ran into the living room, Dean and Karen at his heels.

"Sammy! Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked as his brother sank to his knees, with quiet sobs.

"What's wrong? Is he okay?" Karen wondered.

"I don't know, Aunt Karen!" Dean snapped. "Sorry. Uh---could we be alone for a few minutes?" he continued.

"Of course," Karen said, and went back into the kitchen.

"Sam, what's going on?" Dean wondered.

"Nothin'. I'm fine," Sam lied, wiping away his tears.

"You sure?" Dean queried.

"Yeah," Sam replied. He stood up and the boys went to the kitchen to find that Lyle had been released.

"It let him go?" Dean queried.

"Yes, thank goodness," Karen responded.

"Well, it's late. Why don't we all go to bed and we can take care of this thing in the morning?" Dean suggested.

"Yeah. Good idea," Sam agreed. "Aunt Karen, you guys still have the guestroom?" he continued.

"Yes. There's also a pull-out couch in the living room," she responded.

"I'll take the guestroom and Sammy can have the the couch," Dean gruffly stated. That way, if his uncle tried anything, he wouldn't go after Sammy, but him instead. Sam opened his mouth to object, but Dean's glare shut him up. Minutes later, after getting the couch out, the boys settled down in their beds. For a few minutes, Sam tossed and turned, unused to the bed, then was silent, but still not quite asleep. A few minutes later, footsteps were heard. Sam ignored them, figuring his aunt or brother was just getting a drink.

"Sammy?" a voice asked in a whisper. Sam froze. No! his mind screamed. Please. Please, no, he thought frantically. "Sammy, are you up?" Lyle asked.

"No. Not again," Sam moaned, shaking his head.

"Sssssshhhhhh," Lyle warned, a finger to his lips. Sam moved to get up from the bed, but his uncle blocked him.

"Where do you think you're going, Sammy?" Lyle queried.

"This isn't gonna happen again," Sam snapped. With that, he redoubled his efforts to escape, but was soon pinned to the bed.

"Big mistake, Sammy," Lyle growled.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." Sam's protests ended in a small pained cry.