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Trapped In A Nightmare:

Chapter 7: A Life Worse Than Death….

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Before Sam could explain any further, he was knocked against the wall. Jerimiah walked in the room.

"Don't ever underestimate me, Sammy. I have a few powers of my own."

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Dean was looking at Sam who was on the floor and the looked back at Jerimiah who was now beating up Sam.

"Why don't you leave him alone," Dean screamed.

Jerimiah laughed and continued to kick Sam.

"Because it's fun."

After kicking Sam one more time, Jerimiah stopped. With his powers, he made Dean fly into the wall which caused him to become untied. With one final laugh, Jerimaih disappeared into thin air.

"Sam!"

Dean rushed up to Sam and grabbed him.

"C'mon Sammy. C'mon. Wake up."

Slowly, very slowly, Sam woke up.

"C'mon, we gotta move fast."

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and tried to pull him up but stopped when Sam cried out in pain.

"What's wrong, Sammy," Dean asked.

"My arm, he broke my arm," Sam said.

Dean pulled Sam up by his good arm and helped him walk into the hallway. All was quiet. Too quiet.

They continued walking slowly and almost made it to the stairs but the voice stopped them dead in their tracks.

"Don't move….or your both dead."

'Here we go again' Dean thought.

Sam and Dean slowly turned around. Dean was holding Sam up since he was weak from the pain. They saw their father.

"Oh God, now what?" Dean was tired of this nightmare life.

Jerimiah stepped from the shadows.

"Now….you die!"

Jerimiah hit Dean before he could react. Dean was knocked unconscious and Sam passed out from the pain that came from his broken arm.

"Perfect," Jerimiah said. "Two birds. One stone."

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Dean woke up and found out that he was tied up. Again. Sam was next to him. His dad was standing in the corner and Jerimiah was at the altar.

"Jeez," said Dean. "How many times am I gonna wake up and be tied to a freakin' pole?"

Jerimiah turned to look at Dean with pure hate in his eyes.

"As long as it takes for you to stop trying to escape. YOU ARE NEVER LEAVING!"

After a while, Jerimiah came a knelt down infront of Sam and Dean. In his hands, he held a creepy looking silver bowl and a ceremonial dagger.

"Don't worry boys. I need you alive. I just need some blood."

Jerimiah grabbed Dean's hand, cut it, and let the blood drain into the cup. He did the same thing with Sam. Once that was finished, he went to the altar and said a few latin words.

"What the hell is going on," Sam asked when he saw a bunch of lights swirl around Jerimiah.

"I don't know Sammy." Dean wasn't too sure but he knew it couldn't be good.

Jerimiah turned, his eyes were glowing red.

"Well boys…….. let's have some fun."

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