Thanks for the awesome reviews! Here is chapter 15……..

Trapped In A Nightmare:

Chapter 15: Unprotected:

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A couple minutes after Dean and John left, Sam came out from behind the tree. It was quiet. Too quiet. Something wasn't right here. All of a sudden, Sam was tackled from behind. Someone was one top of him, holding back his arms. He's good arm, anyway. Sam looked up. It was Dean.

"Get of me," Sam screamed. "Get the hell off me."

"That's not the way to talk to your brother now is it?."

Sam looked up to see John standing over him.

"Time to sleep, Sammy."

Sam felt a sharp pain to on his head and then everything went black.

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Sam was walking around in the dark basement where he was captured and tied up by possessed Dean. There was something there with him. He could sense a presence. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind and turned him around. It was Dean. And without another word, Dean plunged a knife into Sam's stomach. He let Sam drop to the ground, his life slipping away slowly……..

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Sam jerked awake. His breathing was fast and he was shaking. He looked around and was relieved that it was only a nightmare. For now, anyway. After the shaking stopped and his breathing became normal, he looked around and was shocked to see that he wasn't tied up. He was, however, back in the old basement where he was before. At this point, Sam had lost all hope. Jerimiah had taken so much from him. He had turned his own family against him. But only one question remained in his mind, where was Dean and his Dad?

"Feeling a little blue, Sammy?."

That answered the question. Sam spun around quickly and came face to face with Dean.

"What the hell do you want now," Sam asked. He was in no mood for this. He was way beyond pissed off.

"That's no way to talk to your brother." Dean said; pretending to look hurt.

"You're not my brother."

Sam was over feeling sorry for himself. He had enough of this. Broken arm or not, Sam was going to fight.

"Oh, Sammy," Dean said. "You are such an inconsiderate bastard. I should teach you a lesson."

Sam was more than ready for this fight.

"Oh yeah," Sam challenged. "Try it. Come on you son of a bitch. Try it."

That did it. Dean was coming at him and Sam got ready to fight.

"I'm gonna kill you, Sammy. Once and for all."

Bam! Sam punched Dean square in the face but Dean barely moved.

"Oh crap," Sam said.

Before Sam could hit Dean again, Dean backhanded him into the wall. Sam grabbed Dean's leg as he was coming toward him. This caused Dean to fall and at this chance, Sam ran toward the door. He never made it far because he bumped right into his Dad. Sam could only stare in shock.

"No, no, no," Sam said as he backed away.

"Yes," John said. "You're trapped."

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Ten minutes after Sam's helpless struggling, Dean and John finally got Sam tied to a chair. Sam was more than a little pissed off.

"What the HELL do you want with me," Sam asked angrily. "Can't you just leave me the hell alone?."

John shook his head and Dean smiled an evil smile.

"No, Sam," said John. "What you did was far more worse and you have to pay for that."

"I didn't do anything."

Sam's voice was barely a whisper. Jerimiah told them what they blamed him for but he hoped to God that it wasn't true.

"Anything? ANYTHING?. You did a lot, Sam. You ruined everything. If it wasn't for you, our life would have been normal. You should have never been born!."

Sam closed his eyes to stop the tears from coming out. He had never seen his father like this. The things he was saying were too horrible to hear. It was like being ripped apart.

"Stop it," Sam said. "You're not them. You're lying. They would never say that."

"Oh come on, Sam! You know it's true."

Dean walked over to Sam and bent down so that he was looking at him directly in the eyes.

"You know it's true," he said. "You know it. It's all your fault. You are a murderer, Sam. A cold blooded killer. You murdered the only mother I ever had. You killed your girlfriend. You don't deserve to live. You deserve to die. And that's why we are here. You see, your 'family' never had the guts to kill you. That's why they needed a little help. And now….there is nothing stopping them. You're gonna die….very soon."

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't care anymore. He let the tears fall down his face. They sounded like they really meant it. He didn't know what to believe. Maybe his family really did hate him. Even though what they were saying really hurt him, Sam was pissed off. And he was in no mood to deal with this now.

"Aww," Dean said. "Little Sammy is crying."

Sam looked up at Dean.

"Dean," he said. "You may hate me but I do hate you too. You are a stupid selfish son of a bitch. I don't care what the hell you say to me but that won't change the fact that you're gonna be alone for the rest of your life since nobody loves you and no one ever will."

"You little bastard," screamed Dean as he hit Sam across the face.

John held Dean back before he could do any more damage. He told him that the time hadn't come yet. Sam was surprised at what he had just said. The words just came out of him before he had time to stop it.

"We're going now," John said. "But you better be ready for when we come back because you're gonna die soon."

Dean and John left the room. Sam was left thinking about what just happened. He was really hurt from what Dean and his Dad had said. The worst part was not knowing if it was the truth or not. But Sam had more things to worry about.

What would happen when they come back……..

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Hope u liked it!

-Addie