Chapter Two: Ends on a really mean cliffy . . . but what can you do?

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Sam moaned loudly as a dream took hold of his mind. The odd thing was . . . it was different from every other one he had experienced; he didn't even recognize anything he was seeing. If anything, he would guess he was having someone else's dream . . . or nightmare.

"Now Andrew, act like a nice young man, we have to make a good impression," a stout young woman ordered the young boy who was holding Sam's hand in his own.

Sam watched through this other person's eyes as the ten-year-old boy nodded his head, and squeezed his hand tighter.

"You hear that Nathan," Andrew asked as he faced Sam. "You have to be a good boy for me so that mommy doesn't get angry okay?"

Sam felt his head shake up and down in agreement. He had surmised that he was Nathan in this dream, and Andrew was his older brother. The young boy followed his older brother obediently, and they trailed silently behind their mother.

The youngest boy's mouth fell open at the sight in front of him. A huge mansion that was expertly decorated yet seemed more like a warning than a peaceful welcoming place stood out against the big hill it sat upon. "What are we doing here mommy?" the boy asked innocently.

Turning around to face her son, the woman smiled brightly and stroked his cheek. "Hunny, this is going to be our new home," happiness invaded her voice and accentuated her excitement.

The boy stared at his mother in confusion; he had never seen something so . . . nice. They had lived in dumpy houses for all of his life, although he had often heard his mother speaking about her dream to be a nobleman's wife.

"Armond!" the mother chirped, waving her hand frantically in the air.

The boy looked up at his brother who was glaring at the man smiling widely and walking towards the fence that guarded his fortress.

With his eyebrows hunched high in disapproval, the man made his way over to the beaming woman. "Llorona, it is so nice to see you," he looked down at the boys and scowled. "Who are they?"

"I don't believe you've met them Armond, they're my son's . . ." her smiled faded at the look of horror on the man's face. "What is wrong Armond? Now we can live as a true family, me and you will be married in the spring."

"No, no Llorona . . . I do not wish to be the father of another man's children, I did not know you were a mother or I would have never made that mistake," Armond's hands raised high, trying to deflect any miscommunications.

"You told me you loved me," the woman accused.

"That was before I knew you had kids! You lied to me, why didn't you tell me you had children?" Armond spat angrily.

"Armond . . . we can make this work, they are good boy's," she pleaded. She had dreamed for many years of becoming a nobleman's wife, but she had fallen love with a poor ship-hand. Llorona loved him dearly until he passed away a few years ago of small pox, leaving her to raise her two son's Andrew, and Nathan.

"I'm sorry Llorona, but you have to leave," Armond voiced lowly, then flicked his hand disgustedly at them. Shaking his head and turning away, Armond walked up the path that led to his home.

Nathan stood in shock; he had no idea what had just happened. His five-year-old mind couldn't comprehend the look of sheer rage on his mother's face. "What's wrong mommy? Did I do something wrong?"

Llorona shook her head 'no' and grabbed his hand, and began herding the boys back the way they came. Tears fell in steady streams down her face, and she tried to hide her sniffles from her boy's.

"Where're we going?" Andrew asked his mother. He didn't like the impassive look that encompassed her face.

"We're going down to the river hunny, you've always wanted to see it right?" Her voice was heavy with emotion, and that frightened the older boy, but further confused the youngest one.

Why does mommy want to go to the river? She never wanted to before. His mommy had always told him that it was dangerous and he could fall in and get hurt.

Nathan looked over to his big brother that was white in the face. "Andrew, what's wrong? Is mommy okay?"

Sam walked numbly along beside Andrew, pursuing the little boy whose body he had invaded. He tried to say something, knowing what the young woman planned on doing to the little boy's. His mouth wouldn't budge, so he mentally screamed out for the boy's to run away.

To his horror he watched as the mother began crying harder when they had reached the river. Sam felt himself go weak when she grabbed his forearm and thrust him into river. He gasped for oxygen when he finally reached the surface, and found that his brother had been thrown in too.

The little boy started crying as his body started dipping under the cold water again, and the panic set in heavily.

It was then that Sam realized that both boys' couldn't swim, they were going to drown. Then fatigue that was now familiar to him pushed into his senses. He grew tired quickly, and barely registered the boys' mother screaming that she was sorry, and that things would be better in heaven with their father.

Slowly, Sam let his eyes slip shut.

As thenightmare dissipated, Sam's eyes snapped open, and he quickly sat up gasping loudly. He was sweating heavily, and a massive migraine made itself known inside his head. As the minutes passed, Sam finally got his nerve back and he tried desperately to get his eyes to focus on the now dark room.

A shrill scream brought Sam's attention to the window. There stood the woman from his nightmare, her face was a pallid white, and she moved slowly towards him as if being dead so long had brought her stiff legs to shuddering awareness.

Sam was getting ready to go for his salt-filled-shotgun, but his limbs froze in place on the bed. The panic settled itself in the pit of his stomach as the woman walked closer to him. Now that he could see her clearer, he realized her face was distorted, and she was grinning madly at him.

"Hello my sweet boy," her hoarse voice whispered.

Before Sam could react her hand rested on the side of his face, and it felt as if she was sucking all the warmth from his body. The youngest Winchester couldn't breathe, and his body was freezing cold. He felt his body falling backwards, but was caught by the soft mattress and pillows. Sam's eyes slipped shut when the darkness and cold fully engulfed him.

"It's okay my sweet boy," the woman purred into his ear. "Things will be better . . ." The dead woman smiled wickedly, but was quickly broken from her trance with the young man when she felt his brother coming closer.

She screamed in anger, then disappeared.

TBC . . . I told you it would end on a mean cliffy . . . so you'll have to stay tuned to see what happens next. Reviews are welcome too.