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When Reality Bites

Chapter 7 – Under Attack

Sam tried to stay awake, waiting for Dean to return. He was worried about falling asleep without his brother being here. After what he had learned from Theresa, he was convinced that somehow he was now under attack by whatever had infected the others. The problem was that he had no idea what he could be facing…witch…demon…spirit…any of them could be the culprit. He only knew that whatever it was it was close by and it was not human.

The pain in Sam's hand made it hard for him to get comfortable. In a way he was glad of the pain, it was keeping him from drifting off…but he couldn't fight the drugs in his system. "Hurry Dean" Sam mumbled as his eyes started to close.

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Sam open his eyes, groaning as he realized that he must have dozed off. He looked for his brother Dean, but there was no sign that he had returned yet. He looked down at the cast on his hand, glad that the pain seemed to have subsided to a dull ache. He groaned as he felt the new bruises on his body complain.

Sam lay back on the bed, waiting for his brother to return. As Sam started to close his eyes again, he suddenly felt that he wasn't alone in the room. The temperature had definitely gotten colder. Sam looked over to the pack at the end of Dean's bed…he knew that the shotgun was inside. All he had to do was get to it before…"Sam"

Sam knew that voice, but it couldn't be! "Sam, its been so long"

Sam looked towards the bathroom doorway and gasped as he saw the figure of Jessica. She was just as he had seen her on the street corner…dressed in a white nightgown and as beautiful as he remembered her.

"Sam…why have you forgotten me?"

"Jess…how…you can't be here…"

"I had to come Sam…you are trying to forget me…forget our love…how could you do that? I died for you!"

"No…no…it was the demon…he killed you to get to me…Oh God Jess, I'm so sorry…I should have told you…warned you…"

"But you didn't…you lied to me for over a year…you should have given me a choice Sam…but you took that away when you lied…I didn't want to die Sam!"

"Jess…I couldn't tell you…my Dad made me promise to never tell…please you have to understand…I never thought that you would be hurt."

"You hurt me Sam…you hurt me by not telling me the truth, by not warning me…you are the reason I died…why Sam? I thought you loved me!"

"No…you're not here…you can't be here…this is only a dream…whoever you are, get out of my head!"

"There's no one here Sam, only me…I've been trying to get to you for so long…why are you turning your back on me? I died for you Sam!"

"Jess…why are you doing this to me? I love you…I would never hurt you!"

"You have to pay Sam…you have to pay for your lies…I shouldn't have died that night…it should have been you!"

Suddenly Jessica's face became a mask of fury as she charged at Sam. Sam could feel her nails raking his skin. He screamed as he rolled off the bed. He reached for the shotgun and turned to face her.

"Sam…why…I love you! It's time for you to join me…we could be together forever…just let go…you can do it…I can help you if you let me"

Sam stopped for a moment as he looked into the face of the woman he loved. The woman he had planned on marrying and having his children with…his soul mate. She was right, he was to blame. Yes the demon may have killed her...but if he had told her the truth…given her the choice…she might still be alive today.

"Jess…if I had told you the truth…told you who I really was…would you have still married me?"

"No…Sam…I'm sorry…but what future would we have had together…I loved you, but I didn't want to die for you Sam."

The tears ran down Sam's face, he could understand…who would willingly choose to live the life he was now forced to live…much less, who would want to marry a freak…a man who couldn't control his psychic abilities…who ultimately would be forced to leave them behind to fight a battle that he didn't even know that he could win.

Sam could feel himself getting weaker as his gaze looked towards the door to the hotel…Where was Dean?

"Dean can't help you now Sam. You need to let me help you, I can make the pain go away…just stop fighting me and we can be together Sam…we can go where nothing can hurt us anymore!"

Sam looked towards Jess and almost gave in…almost, except something didn't feel right. He had the same feeling that he had before when he thought Dean was dead. He must have fallen asleep…Damn it…this was another dream and some sick bastard was playing with his mind.

"Sam you have to come with me now before it's too late…I have to go now…if you don't come now, we will never be able to be together"

Jessica's form shifted again as her body burst into a flaming figure. Her arms outstretched, she walked towards Sam. Sam could feel the heat on his body…if he didn't act soon, he would be burned alive. "Jess…I'm sorry…I can't go with you!"

Sam sobbed as he pulled the trigger…he heard Jess scream…his anger built until he thought he was going to explode…I'm going to find you and when I do…I'm going to kill you! Sam thought as he slipped back into darkness once more.

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Dean hurried back to the hotel. While he felt good about getting even with his brother's attackers, he was getting worried about leaving Sam alone. The mystery man could still be a threat. Dean grabbed the prescription bag and food as he headed for the door to their room.

As Dean opened the door, he was shocked to see Sam sitting on the floor by his bed, sobbing… the shotgun he had left sitting in his lap. Dean quickly looked around, but could not see an immediate threat. "Shit…Oh God, Sammy…I'm sorry…I should never have left you!"

Sam didn't respond, he continue to stare straight ahead, the tears running unchecked down his cheeks. Dean knelt beside his brother and noticed that his eyes were open, but not focused. His skin was cool and clammy to the touch. "Hey Sam…it's Dean…you're having a nightmare Sam…wake up!"

Sam blinked and looked at Dean's face…his eyes seemed to try to focus as his body began to shake as though it was cold in the room. Realizing the his brother was going into shock, Dean reached down and gently removed the shot gun from Sam's lap. "Come on Sam…let's get you back into bed where I can get you warmed up!"

"NO! Oh God…Jess…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…Dean…please no more! I can't take any more!...have to stay awake until…Dean where are you?"

Dean grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Sam's shaking shoulders. "Sammy…I'm here…I'm here right beside you…look at me…focus Damn it!"

Sam reached up and grabbed Dean's arm, squeezing it painfully. His eyes searched Dean's concerned face. "Dean…please tell me…you're really here right? God…you have to be here…let me be awake!" Sam mumbled softly, his voice only a whisper.

Dean was shocked at the lost and confused look on his brother's face. He gently grabbed Sam's face, forcing his eyes to meet his own. "Sam…You are awakeI am here and we are going to get the bastard who is doing this to you. But you gotta help me here...I've got you little brother…nothing's going to get you while I'm around!"

Sam's eyes lost some of their glazed look as he shook his head slightly. "Thank God!"

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The demon in the room next door came out of his trance, his hunger satisfied once again. He was amazed at the amount of grief and guilt he was able to generate in the young man. He almost had him…but the boy was strong…the boy could obviously sense the demon's presence.

"Well this makes things a little more difficult…but eventually Sam, you will lose this battle."

TBC