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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own characters that you don't recognize. I have two papers due so these next chapters will be the only ones for a while. Sorry.

It was still dark when Dean and John woke up. Sam however, remained fast asleep. Silently the two went about their morning routines.

"Dad? Should we wake Sammy?" Dean queried softly.

"No. Let him sleep," John answered. Meanwhile, Sam was locked in a nightmare. He could feel her. She had her hands all over him. He made a distressed moaning sound.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned sharply. The noise came again. Concerned, John and Dean walked to the sleeping Winchester lay. There came another moan.

"Sammy?" John asked.

"No!" Sam exclaimed, waking up with a start.

"You okay, kiddo?" John asked.

"Yeah. I'm okay, Dad," Sam lied. He got up and joined them.

"I'm gonna make some breakfast. Aftwards, I want you and Dean to spar," John stated.

"Yes, Sir," they chorused. Sparring. How normal, Sam thought in relief. Then, he almost laughed. Sparring? Normal? Well, it was more normal than having sex with your history teacher. This train of thought caused the younger boy to frown. He didn't want to think about that. He was here with his dad and brother. He was safe. Sam watched as his father cooked something over the fire. Minutes later, the man finished. And this time, it wasn't burnt. The boys quickly finished their meal and then began sparring. Though he hadn't said anything, Dean understood that his father wanted him to try to get Sammy to talk. Sam threw a punch, which Dean quickly blocked. Then, Dean lashed out with an easy kick, which Sam half-heartedly block.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean queried.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Then give me somethin'!" Dean exclaimed. Sam put more power into his attacks and blocks.

"There we go!" Dean approved. As they continued, karate yells filled the air. "So Sammy...tell me...what's goin' on with you?" Dean queried after a while.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about and it's Sam," Sam responded.

"Ever since we moved to this town, you've been so tense. Moody," Dean commented. He threw a punch, which Sam quickly caught.

"Is that what this is all about? You and Dad tryin' to get me to talk!" he shouted.

"Sammy, we just---" Dean started to explain.

"It's SAM! I don't know how many times I gotta tell you that!" Sam interrupted.

"Okay. Okay. Just calm down," Dean soothed.

"Calm down? Calm down?" Sam repeated hysterically. "How can I calm down when you're treating me like I'm four-years old?" he continued, pushing his brother away.

"Sam---" Dean said, trying to grab his brother's wrist.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Sam yelled, pushing him again. Dean tried to grab Sam again, and ended up getting hit. Seeing the commotion, John hurried towards his sons.

"Sam! Sam!" he exclaimed. Sam continued to hit Dean who could barely get in a defensive block. John pulled Sam away from his older brother.

"Dang! What's your problem?" Dean grunted.

"Easy, Sam. Take it easy," he soothed. Sam's throat muscles constricted. "Come on, Sammy. Just take it easy," he soothed. Sam let out a shaky breath. "What is it, Sammy? What's goin' on?" he prodded.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. I just can't. I'm so sorry," the boy sobbed. He fell to the ground, pulling John with him. Dean joined his his brother and father.

"Dad, wha---" Dean's question fell away.

"I don't know," John answered. As John and Dean held him, Sam continued to cry.