Sorry for the long time with no write... but yeah my muse got mad at the voices in my head, so yeah... It took a while for me to convince her to come back.

The war is still raging between the voices in my head though, so please don't blame me for every bad thing that happens in this chapter... It may be one of them fighting for control...

Now onto the next chapter. And sorry in advance!

Sam woke to find himself chained to an old steel table. His head hurt, and he felt as if he should remember something about how he got here, but he couldn't. He heard the door to the room start to open, and tensed, the action sending shooting pains through his head.

The door opened, and he found himself looking at Emma, the traveler he met on the road, and the previous days events all started to come back to him. Dean and the dream, the nosebleed, meeting Emma in the store, someone following him, calling Dean, being blugeoned in the back of the head with something.

'Now I know why my head hurts so much... That bitch hit me... What the hell?'

"Did you stalk and then hit me in the back of the head in an alley?" Sam asked emma incrediously.

"Maybe I did... Then again maybe Jess did, oh that's right, she can't, because you killed her didn't you?" Emma asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Is that what this is about? Jess? Because you should know that I didn't kill her... I went to our apartment, and she was on the cieling, her stomach slashed open, and bleeding. I tried to save her, but..." Sam said, and his voice drifted off, as he stared into space.

"Oh you may not have killed her by yourself, but your silence sure did. You knew what was going to happen, you could have stopped it from happening. But no, you didn't... You let her suffer and die. You never loved her. Now I'm going to make you pay." Emma said, menace filling her words.

Sam let the words sink in, let them fill his soul, he knew she was right. Bloody Mary had been right when she had made him relive his guilt about that night, but something didn't ring right in his mind.

"Who are you, and why do you care so much about Jess?" Sam asked, his voice full of suspicion.

"Me I'm Emma, Jess' sister, and the new Nightmare Demon. So get ready to live out your worst fears... Because they are about to come true. After what you did to my sister, you deserve all the pain that you get." Emma said, and walked over to him.

Emma walked around the steel table, and Sam struggled to try and free himself from the bindings that held him.Sam was held steady, the bindings steel, and strong. There was no way to get free from them without the key, and he had no idea where the key was. Of course if Dean could find him, there was also a chance at getting free, but Dean had no idea where he was, and there was no clue as to where to find him.

Sam was pulled from his thoughts as he felt a small, cold hand grip the side of his face. A blinding pain filled his mind, and his groaned. He looked to see Emma's eyes had turned black, and she was staring into his eyes. Images flashed through his head and the pain worsened.

Jess loomed over him. Her stomach was slashed open, and her eyes looked at him, as if accusing him. Blood dripped onto his forehead, and flames erupted around her body. He screamed, "No!" Strong arms surrounded him and pulled him out.
Constance looks at him from the back seat, and says in an emotionless voice, "Take me home."

Sam looked at her, "No." He said, his voice firm. He hears the locks, and tries to open the door, but can't, the car starts on it's own, and drives down the road. "Don't do this." He says.

"I can never go home," Is her only answer.

"You're scared to go home," Sam says. He turns around to look at her, and doesn't see her, when he is turning around, he finds her sitting in the seat next to him.

"Hold me, I'm so cold." Constance says.

"You can't kill me, I'm not unfaithful. I've never been. " Sam says, and Constance straddles him.

"You will be, just hold me." She starts kissing Sam as he tries to reach for the car keys, which are still in the ignition. Constance turns into a monster, and disappears, until her fingers start trying to reach through Sam's chest. Sam screams and rips open his jacket and we can see five finger holes going through his shirt. Finally gunshots come through the window, as Dean is on the other side shooting the monster. Dean's gunshots are distracting enough for Sam to turn the engine over, and put the car into gear.

"I'm taking you home." Sam says and floors it.

Mary goes into a different mirror. Sam sees her there out of the corner of his eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar. She is in a different one now, and he sees her and smashes that mirror too. He is now back facing her mirror.

"Come on. Come into this one." Sam says, holding the crowbar at the ready.

Sam looks oddly at his reflection, which has now taken a mind of its own like Jill's. Sam starts having trouble breathing and has a trickle of blood coming out of his eye. He drops the crowbar and grabs his heart.

"It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica." His reflection says. Sam starts to fall to the floor, still holding his heart. "You never told her the truth—who you really were." Sam is now falling towards the ground. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning—You had them for days before she died. Didn't you! You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die! You dreamt it would happen!"

Sam stands over Dean the gun in his hand. He pulls the trigger but nothing happens, and he keeps pulling it over and over again, trying to kill his brother. He can't control his anger, and even when Dean wrestles the gun from him, and knocks him out, Sam knows the truth. He may not have killed his brother in real life, but he has in his heart.

He knows that it's his fault. Everything is his fault. Jessica. Mom. Even Dean's life was on his hands, and his heart was broken, and torn. He knows that he's right, and it's tearing him apart.

Sam's mouth was open in a silent scream as pain ravaged his mind. Blood was pouring from his nose, and his eyes were open, and wild, filled with fear. Emma stood beside him, her hand still on the side of his head, a smile adorning her face.

She could feel his pain, and it gave her strength. She savored all the pain and fear that emenated from Sam. She let his head go, and he dropped limply to the table, his eyes closing. He wasn't dead, but she wanted to make sure that he stayed alive so she could feed off his emotions, his nightmares again.

It felt so good coming from Sam. He saw things that most people would never see, and his nightmares gave her more power than anyone elses ever had. The psychic energy that he had made it worth savoring, and he was paying for her sister's death too.

Emma looked to Sam. He was pale and limp on the steel table. There was blood running down his face from his nose, and his face was etched in pain. She almost felt bad for what she was doing to him. Almost... She laughed and with one last look at Sam she turned and walked out of the room.

A/N: So what did you think? I don't know if I'm going to include Dean's search for Sam, or just have him show up... But... I will update when I get the chance.

Thank you all for the reviews, I really appreciate them!