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DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot. Oh, and I was just at looking at Supernatural and there's this article with Jensen Ackles and he said he occasionally goes to the Warner Bros. Supernatural site. You know, the one where you click on the Impala and can go in the trunk and stuff. Not really important, just thought it was cool.

In the hotel room, Sam slumbered fitfully. He kept seeing Jess' murder.

"No. Please," he murmured. He tossed and turned as the images ran through his head. "Please. Please," he continued. John and Dean watched him worriedly.

"What do you think he's dreaming about?" Dean queried. John blew out a breath.

"I wish I knew," he answered. Suddenly, Sam jerked awake.

"Easy, son," John soothed. Sam panted. "You wanna talk about it?" the older man offered. Sam shook his head. He couldn't tell. Not ever. Father would find him, and then kill them all. And he couldn't risk these two. Not when they had been so kind.

"Look, kid. We just saved your butt. Now you better start talkin'," Dean said sharply. John smacked his son upside the head.

"Give the boy a break. He just woke up from a nightmare," he chided.

"Sorry, Sir," his son murmured. Sam let out a shaky breath. He just---he didn't know what to do. He knew that John and his son Dean hunted demons like him. If they knew what he was, they'd kill him without even blinking. But he---he couldn't let his father get away with killing Jessica. He looked to the ground, and then at the older man.

"I was on a date with my girlfriend, Jessica. We left, went back to our apartment. There was someone in there. I---I---you're gonna think I'm crazy," Sam said.

"Try us," Dean replied.

"He---he wasn't normal. He---grabbed Jessica. I tried to fight him. He, like---slashed her in the gut. And then she was---on the ceiling---the fire," Sam panted. Aw, man. He did see the thing, Dean realized. Sam panted. Oh, man. Jess, I'm so sorry. You'd still be alive if it weren't for me, he thought. John kneeled down and put his hands on Sam's shoulders.

"Son, listen to me. We can help you," he assured.

"What?" Sam asked, pretending to be confused.

"Me, and my son---we fight the kind of thing that took your girlfriend," John answered.

"Hey, uh, what's your name anyways? I mean, we can't just keep callin' you ' 'son' and 'kid'," Dean pointed out.

"Sam. My name is Sam," Sam responded.

"Well, Sam. We're gonna find this dang thing, and then we're gonna kill it," Dean promised. Sam nodded.

"Right. We'll kill it dead," he agreed.