Chapter Ten – Sam's Nightmare

She came into the hotel room quietly. Sam was seen on her bed, his head resting against the headboard. He slept quietly with his hand over his stomach and the other on the remote control. Lying on the couch, Dean was asleep and he breathed slowly – his chest rising and falling at the usual pace. Amy smiled at the sight of her friends. She knew it was close to ten o'clock.

Quietly removing her jacket, Amy walked over to the balcony. It was opened a crack. She closed it slowly and turned back to her sleeping friends. She went in between the bed and couch toward the nightstand; Amy turned the lamp off, allowing the only light in the room to be given off by the warm fire in the fireplace.

Taking off her boots, Amy continued to stare at Dean and Sam. They seemed to be sleeping so easily. Amy stood up and walked to the hotel closet – she pulled out two of the complimentary blankets. She walked first to Sam and slowly put one of the blankets over him. Dean was next and Amy was careful as to not make any noise. Once the boys were fully covered, Amy came by her bed and began to unbutton her flannel shirt. She felt comfortable in her tank top and jeans, plus she was far too tired to change into any pajamas. Amy slowly crawled along the bed where Sam slept easily. She stared sadly into his restful face. His angular cheeks moved only when he breathed and his eyes remained shut. She lied beside him and Amy slowly rested her head between Sam's stomach and chest. His body had been in a somewhat curve-position. He wasn't disturbed and Amy moved closer to her sleeping friend. My Sam…you're like a little brother to me…may you always be safe…I wish I could protect you forever…

Sam seemed to move slightly. Sub-consciously he knew she was there resting beside him. His arm moved and rested around her shoulder. Amy cuddled closer to him, resting her hand on his arm.

Sleep Sam…

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He stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else was dressed so elegantly. The women wore dresses of different styles and the men all wore black with matching ties.

Sam knew this wasn't a regular party. Regular meaning: Not the correct time period.

The great foray of the Walker Manor was decorated flamboyantly with Christmas-type decorations. The banisters had tinsel wrapped along the wood and mistletoe was hung everywhere. Near the den was a great tree decorated with ornaments and more tinsel. Beside the lovely chandelier there were many candles lit around the room. The fireplace was occupied by red, orange and yellow flames. The dining room table was covered with different dishes, appetizers, and hors d'ovours.

He watched the party continue. Music was played by a band near the staircase. Sam wore his regular twenty-first century clothing. His eyes followed the people from 1936.

Standing in front of the door, Sam took a step forward and was now a part of the crowd. The people dancing didn't seem to notice him nor did they care. He bumped against the couples and Sam continued to walk forward.

The music grew quieter and Sam looked up just as everyone else did. Everyone's eyes were gazing at the staircase and the two couples coming down.

The woman had her hair up and she wore a beautiful pink dress. Her partner was a tall man who wore a black suit…and he had silver eyes…

"Ana Maria and Billy…" Sam whispered to himself.

Ana Maria and Billy stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Billy held onto Ana Maria's hand. He looked at her in a loving way and the woman returned the glance.

"Thank you for coming to my Christmas party!" Billy yelled over the clapping. "As you know…this is sort of my welcome-home-first-Christmas-back party…"

The room laughed.

"Thank you all for all of your kindness and prayers…and now…I would like to introduce to you my fiancé…Ana Maria!"

Everyone clapped for her.

The image suddenly changed…

Sam saw that Ana Maria and Billy were no longer on the stairs.

He turned and saw people were still dancing and some talked by the fireplace. Sam noticed Billy Walker and some of his fellow friends by the fireplace talking and laughing, Billy was holding a rifle in his hand – showing it to his friends.

Sam turned and saw Ana Maria was talking to a large group of women by the dining room.

His eyes grew wide when Sam heard the screaming…

He watched as a gray wolf with a white tail came running through the foray. People began to scream.

Sam tried to run and help but found his feet couldn't move.

His eyes went back to the sight…Ana Maria was suddenly screaming and she backed away. The wolf with the white tail pounced at her. He tried to not focus on it, but Sam watched as the animal began to growl and claw at the woman.

A gun shot was heard in the distance…Sam saw the wolf fall to its side.

"ANA MARIA!" someone screamed. Billy Walker was running from the den and toward his dead fiancé.

Sam watched in agony to see Billy Walker bend down on his knees and pick the woman in his arms. He held her close to him and continued to rock back and forth. "Ana Maria…Ana Maria…"

Sam, sick at the sight, was finally able to turn around…

Jessica was looking at him. Her blonde hair curtained the side of her face. Blood dripped from her cut nightgown.

Her hands suddenly reached up and wrapped around Sam's neck.

"Don't be late to the party, Sammy…" she whispered softly…

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"Sam! Sam!" Amy tried to calm him down.

She was on her knees on the bed and Amy tried to hold Sam close to her. He kept fighting back and he kept mumbling, "No-no-no…"

Dean was up as well, sitting on the opposite side of the bed.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled. He grabbed Sam's arm to stop him from fighting.

Amy held Sam close to her and hugged him. "Sshhh…" She repeated. "It's okay…c'mon kiddo…come back to us…come back to us…"

Dean watched sadly as Sam stopped fighting in his sleep. His eyes slowly opened and he relaxed in Amy's arms.

"Jess…" Sam coughed out. "I s-saw her…"

"Sshhh…" Amy continued. "Breathe Sam…it's okay it's okay it's okay…"

Sam let out a small cough and touched Amy's arm. She slowly let him go and she stared down sadly at his restless face.

"What did you dream about…" Amy asked.

Sam turned to Dean and then looked down at his hands. Amy let her arm fall around his shoulder.

"I saw what happened that night…the night Ana Maria died at the Christmas party…and then I saw Jessica…it wasn't really like the other nightmares…she did grab my neck…or maybe she grabbed my shoulders…"

"She was trying to tell you something…" Amy reassured.

Sam nodded. "She said… 'don't be late to the party'…"

"Don't be late?" Dean muttered to himself.

O.O.O.O.O.

December 20, 2005

2:45 A.M….

Sam was back in his own hotel room. He slept quietly underneath the covers. Amy watched as he slept and she turned back to her room. Dean was sitting at the table with his laptop. He turned when he noticed Amy came back inside.

"He's sleeping…I let him take one of my pills…" Amy whispered.

Dean nodded slowly. He gestured for Amy to come closer and she followed. Pointing at the screen, Dean explained, "On December 23rd…there's going to be one hell of a party…"

"A party?" Amy asked. "Where?"

"Summer Stream Park…" Dean muttered.

"What?"

Dean nodded. "Even though the police say it's not a good idea – with Philip's wolf attack and all – there is going to be a very big party there the day before Christmas Eve…this whole thing is going to be set up later today…a nice floor will be put in and it's going to be under a very large tent…semi-formal attire required…it's for the whole town and the whole town is going to be there…"

"You think-"

"I think Sam's dream was a warning… 'don't be late to the party'?...plus it makes sense…Wendy Falls is having a party on the twenty-third…and three guesses who is going to be there…"

"The demon…" Amy whispered. She shook her head and bit her lip. "We have got to do something and stop it…the demon is going to strike again and attack someone."

"No way of stopping it…in four hours the party committee or whatever is going to the park to set everything up for the party in three days…seven o'clock…"

Amy sighed and she sat down next to the chair beside Dean.

"Well we have got to be there…" Amy realized. "We need to get dressed up too, right?...we need to be there just in case…"

"I hate the getting dressed up part, but you're right…" Dean sighed. He touched his tired face and shook his head.

"Go back to bed and get some sleep…" Amy ordered,

Dean sighed and looked up slowly at his friend. "What's going on with Sam…you know, don't you?"

Amy nodded. "Look…I know for a fact that Sam's nightmares are all due to the fact that he's in Wendy Falls…remember the way I felt back at the manor…Sam is a very strong psychic…"

"How strong?"

"Stronger than we can image," Amy continued, "because Sam is so strong…he picked out what I felt at the manor the moment you two drove into Wendy Falls…Billy's demon is using Sam…he's feeding off his guilt…because Billy can relate. We have to kill the demon as soon as possible…otherwise…"

"It'll be a lot harder to kill the wolf," Dean understood.

She agreed and Amy said gently, "The wolf has some type of connection with Sam. It'll anticipate what we plan on doing…"

"So, it's got to be done fast…" Dean sighed. "Well, we are going to that party now, aren't we…"

Amy sighed and turned back to the opened conjoining doors. "Poor Sam…"

Dean nodded. He turned to Amy and asked softly, "So, how was the conference?"

"I found that I can still earn my required attendance hours by hanging out in the bathroom."

He smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Just like high school, huh?"

"Yep, just like it…" Amy laughed.

She was tired too, Dean realized this quickly. "Get to bed, Amy."

She didn't need to be told this twice. Amy slowly got up and walked over to the bed. Dean got up and followed her.

Amy crawled underneath the covers and leaned back against her pillows. Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah…" she replied weakly.

"Good night, get some sleep, alright?" Dean grinned.

She nodded to his command. "I will…g'night Dean…"

"'Night," Dean replied, he leaned over slowly and kissed Amy's forehead. When he pulled away, Amy was giving him a sheepish grin.

"Hey, don't get used to it," Dean reminded playfully. He nodded farewell, stood up, and left to go to his room.

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