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Trapped In A Nightmare:
Chapter 2: Tortured Sam, Helpless Dean
"SAM!"
Sam jumped up. He heard someone call his name. It was his Dad. And his Dad sounded mad and drunk. He could remember something about a guy named Jerimiah but that was fading away. Right now, his focus was on the door that was about to open and what was about to come through it……..
Sam got up and ran towards the door. He locked it. His mind was racing. He didn't how the hell the demon got him here. But he knew that his dad never got drunk. So this had to be a nightmare version of his life. Those two words clicked in his head.
"Oh God……."
He suddenly remembered. Him and Dean were captured by the demon. The demon did this. Sam didn't know what to do. He was living in a nightmare…….. and he couldn't stop it……..
Dean was still chained to the wall and he was trying to get answers out of this Jerimiah guy.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO SAM," Dean demanded.
"It is actually very simple," said Jerimiah. "You're brother…….. little Sammy……..is living a nightmare version of your life. You see….in this nightmare life, you aren't there. Sam is all alone. With your father. Who happens to be a very mean and abusive drunk. Poor Sammy……..and when he wakes up…….. he will be convinced that it was all real and that it really happened. Then of course…….. I will kill you both."
Dean had tears come to his eyes. "You son of a bitch. Don't you dare hurt him. I'll kill you if you do."
Jerimiah laughed evilly. "Oh…….. I won't hurt him…….. your father will. In fact…….. I will let you see what is going on."
Jerimiah put his hand on Dean's head and whispered a few Latin words. Then…….. Dean could see everything like it was right in front of him. And things weren't looking good.
Sam still stood frozen in the middle of his room. His life hadn't been like this. But he knew this was something of his worst imagination.
"SAM!"
He heard pounding on the door. It was so loud that it made him jump.
"LET ME IN SAM"
Sam still couldn't move. He didn't know what his father was capable of in hi nightmare life. To tell the truth……..he was scared.
"SAM"
Really scared.
"THAT'S IT! I'M COMING IN AND YOU ARE DEAD!"
Sam did the first thing that came to his mind. He hid in his closet. He got in just in time because 2 seconds after he closed the closet door, his dad came in.
"Sam," he said. "Where are you Sammy? I know you are here. C'mon Sammy…….. where are you?"
Still getting no reply made John mad. He began kicking things and cursing. Then his eyes landed on the closet.
"Are you in the closet Sammy?"
Sam closed his eyes and silently prayed for his dad no to open the door. With no such luck, the door opened and Sam was yanked out of the closet.
"Why didn't you answer me," John yelled.
Sam didn't know what to say. He was speechless.
"I—uh---don't know?"
John grabbed Sam and threw him into the wall.
"Well maybe you should know next time."
Sam was too stunned too move. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He tried to convince himself that it wasn't real. But he wasn't successful. He knew that he would lose all hope in trying not to believe. He needed Dean. And he needed him now.
"Get up," John screamed.
Sam got up from the floor where he had just landed.
"Leave….me….alone," Sam whispered.
John just laughed. He punched Sam in the stomach which made him go on the floor. Then he kicked him. And then he kicked him again. And again. And again. Till Sam was unconscious.
He could manage to gasp out one word before falling unconscious.
"Dean…….."
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