(I recently found that I do better with writing if I write in third person limited so I'm changing the view I'm writing from. It's still Cameron's view, it's just no longer first person. Hope it's not a problem. Thanks, guys! And I will try to have the next chapter up soon.)

"Morning, sunshine." A voice said by her ear. The voice was familiar and caused fear to rush through her veins. "Do you know what time it is?"

Cameron opened her eyes to see Ryan looming over her bed, a small hammer in hand. She shook her head, scrambling away from him. Why was he here? How was he here? He was dead. Or had that all just been a dream?

"It's about five forty-five, now. You've overslept." Ryan said, flashing a drunken smile at her. "Punctuality is a very important trait, young lady."

"You were dead." She murmured, eyes wide as she watched the hammer.

"Yep." His smile grew even wider before suddenly dropping along with the hammer which was heading straight for her face. She let out a frightened cry as she rolled away, hitting the floor with a thud and narrowly missing the hammer. Quickly getting to her feet, she made a beeline for the door only to be grabbed by the hair and yanked back. After hitting the floor, she attempted to get up and run, but she was soon stopped by acute pain as the hammer connected with her stomach, causing the skin to split apart. She would have cried out, but breath escaped her at the moment as she rolled onto her side, only to have the hammer be brought down on her back, causing a few ribs to snap. This did cause her to cry out, though the sound was slightly breathless.

The hammer kept being brought down again and again until a sob tore free from her throat as she continued to try and crawl away. The blows stopped and she found herself being pulled to her feet before she smacked into the wall from a forecful shove.

"Did you actually think that they cared about a pathetic brat like you?" Ryan sneered, spinning the hammer in his fingers as she lay in a crumpled heap on the ground. "They abandoned you. You have no family. They never cared. They just wanted to have fun seeing your whimpering face once they were done with you. Boys, why don't you come on in."

Cameron slowly sat up, whimpering in pain as she looked to the door. Shock flooded her when she saw who Ryan had just invited in. Sam and Dean. "Sam? Dean? You have to help me!"

"Help you?" Sam asked, a smirk crossing his features. "We left you here, don't you remember? In fact, we came to help."

Dean and him exchanged a look before pulling out two blades, one each. Cameron shrunk back against the wall as Dean lunged at her, knife held ready. Immedieatly, her arms came up to shield her before she shoved him away only to be grabbed by Sam and slammed back into the wall, again and again. Through her pained and frightened cries, she could just barely hear him shouting at her. "Wake up, Cameron!"

Her light green eyes snapped open and upon realising that someone was screaming and she was being restrained, panic flooded her. "CAMERON!"

That got her attention and her eyes wildly darted around until she found the owner of the yell. It was Dean.

Her arms were pinned to her chest by Sam, who looked very worried and Dean was sitting in front of her, eyes full of panic. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her legs were tangled in the sheets, and the screaming had stopped. It must've been from her, she thought as tears threatened. She knew it was silly to cry over a dream, but it had mostly been a memory. At first anyways. It was as if she had been forced to relive it and that mixed with the shock of waking up as she had caused her emotions to become slightly overwhelming.

"You with us again?" Dean checked, his tone full of concern.

She nodded as the tears started to silently fall. "I'm sorry. If I woke you, I didn't mean to."

"Well, that's obvious." Dean said, his tone slightly sarcastic as Sam carefully let go of her wrists. "What was that about?"

"Just a nightmare." She quickly replied, reaching up to wipe at the tears. "It's nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing, Cameron." Sam murmured, his tone steely as he moved to sit beside Dean so that he could see her.

She glared at him in sudden anger. "Well, once you stop pretending to be fine, so will I."

Dean sighed in exasperation as he stood up, running his hands through his messy hair. He was still in the shorts and gray T-shirt he'd slept in, so it was quite obvious that he had just recently woken up. Sam seemed to have been awake for hours though. He was clad in his light green jacket with a dark blue Tee underneath, jeans, and his boots.

"Look, yes Sam could do with being more open about what's been stopping him from sleeping, but the difference between you guys, he doesn't wake up screaming. This is the second time this has happened. I don't want to go for a third." Dean said, turning to face her. "Now, why don't you let us help you?"

"Was it Kieran?" Sam wondered, his tone careful with anger lying beneath it. She didn't think it was directed at her though.

She shook her head. "No. I don't want to tell you. I think it'll either hurt you or upset you."

"Well, probably upset us, but I promise...we won't be upset at you." Dean told her carefully. After a moment of silence he sighed, dropping his head before looking back up at her. "Is it about your Dad?"

"Ryan?" She asked with a humorless chuckle. "In a way, I guess. It's not what you think though."

"Then what is it?" Sam wondered, his expression showing her that he was listening.

She sighed softly and shook her head. "Look, it really...I just don't want to talk about it right now, maybe later. I'm gonna go take a shower."

Her brothers didn't move to stop her as she untangled her legs, grabbed her bag, and headed for the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. For a moment, she just leaned against the door, letting all of the stress and panic seep out of her. She didn't want to tell them about her dream for obvious reasons. One, she'd never told anyone about Ryan's abusive ways. Two, they most likely would not take their involvement very well. They would take it as a sign of distrust and even though she had really only been with them for three weeks now, she hadn't come to fully trust them. She knew she had no reason not to, but it was difficult for her to let go of what she was used to and accept something new.

Sighing, she pushed away from the door and started the shower, stripping out of her sweaty night clothes before climbing under the hot water. Once she was in the shower, she carefully kept her thoughts away from anything that wasn't related to how the water felt on her skin. It was warm, massaged her sore muscles some, and most of all it was safe. It could erase all of her worries, even if it was only for a little while.

After about forty five minutes, either Sam and Dean knocked on the door, letting her know that they needed to head out for their newest job soon. She quickly turned off the water, quickly drying off before dressing in dark jeans, a gray T-Shirt, and black hiking boots. Gathering her clothes and toiletries, she headed out of the bathroom, plopping her bag on the mattress and stuffing her belongings in it before pulling a black hoody on and heading out to the Impala where Sam and Dean were waiting.

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