Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Supernatural/Brotherhood characters. They belong to Eric Kripke and Ridley C. James respectively.

Summary: Letters written by Sam during his time at Stanford. Plz R/R I need feedback

A/N: this is completely made up from a dream that I had, only I'm not in this.

I want to thank you all for your patience with me, and I would also like to thank my fantastic beta Flaming Telepaths for continuing to put up with my grammatical errors with out complaint and for giving the crazy chick a name. Also, if you don't like Sammy torture of any kind, please wait for the next chapter. 3 Samie

Key:

thoughts

Telepathy:

'Dean to Sam' 'Sam to Dean'

'Caleb to Dean' 'Caleb to Sam'

'Dean to Caleb' 'Sam to Caleb'

Chapter 6

Last time:

…They looked over at Sam hoping that he had woken up. They were disappointed to find that he hadn't.

"Sammy?"

Now:

"Sammy?"

Mac, Jim, and Joshua looked up from where they were scoring through books to find a quicker solution. Caleb and Dean had launched themselves across the room to Sam's side as he started convulsing. Mac rushed over and quickly slipped into doctor mode. He injected a mild sedative to calm him and checked over his vitals. Mac also noticed that Sam had a fever and hoped that he could bring it down before it got too high.

"Jim, get a cold bath running. Joshua, go and get lots of ice. We need to wrap him up in it first."

They ran off to do what they were told when Caleb and Dean suddenly collapsed. Mac looked over at them and found Caleb grasping Dean and Sam's hands in his own. Mac mentally sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration as he realized what they'd done.

"He took them into Sam's mind," Mac said at Jim and Joshua's questioning gaze. "Whether it was intentional or not, I don't know." They nodded and went about getting only the ice because they could no longer move Sam to the bathroom. Mac gently ran a hand over each of the boys' hair and silently prayed that they would be okay.

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The first thing that Dean became aware of was the fact that he was no longer at Jim's, but was in a field. "ngh" Someone groaned. Dean looked over quickly and found Caleb sitting up and looking around.

"Dude where are we?" At first Caleb looked at Dean like he was crazy, but then he noticed the field.

"I have no idea. We were supposed to be in Sammy's head, but…"

"But what?! This isn't it?" Caleb sighed and put his hands on Dean's shoulders to calm him down.

"It is Sammy, but usually his mind is a very complex and organized library." He paused and looked around again, "Someone else is controlling this place. I think it might be the one that poisoned him." Seeing that Dean was getting agitated, Caleb started walking over to some disturbances on the ground.

"Deuce! I found track marks!" Dean ran over to him and noticed a rock with blood drops on it.

"Sammy?" Dean quickly moved for his kneeling position and walked further down the trail. Caleb followed, trying to sense Sam's psychic trail. He just couldn't shake the feeling that they were going to find Sam in a worse state than what his physical body was in and they might not be able to save him this time.

"Damien!"

Caleb moved over to Dean's side and touched the small blood pool at their feet. As soon as his fingertips touched it he felt everything that Sam had felt and passed out from the amount of pain that he sensed.

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"Aww…is little Sammy hurting?" Melanie, the crazy chick that poisoned him asked in a sweet, condescending voice. Sam glared up at her for his position on the floor, or at least he tried to glare, but seeing as how she drugged him yet again to keep him weak, it kind of lost purpose. She walked around him with a container of salt. It seemed ironic to him that one of the things that he counted on to protect him from evil was currently being used to torture him. Sam tensed up as Melanie tilted the container and the white crystalline compounds fell into the five-inch long knife wound in his side. He bit his lip to keep from screaming, but it didn't stop tears of pain from falling down his face.

'Dean!'

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'Dean!'

Dean looked up from where he was crouched beside Caleb and frantically searched for his baby brother. He stood up, pulling Caleb up as he went. Frantically he checked Caleb over for any open wounds. For a minute he thought that Caleb was going to die and that scared him more than he already was. Seeing that he was just shaken up, Dean looked around for a way to find Sam.

"Damien, can you sense Sammy yet?" Caleb shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs from the fall. Dean sighed and started walking in the direction in which he hoped that Sam was in.

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He was in a beautiful field near the ocean, waves gently lapping against the shore.

"Hello John." A familiar voice called from behind. John quickly turned around and saw the one person that he was sure he would never see again.

"Mary." He breathed out and pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged him back then pulled away, her expression serious.

"There isn't much time. Sammy is dying." John felt like somebody had just stuck a knife in his gut. He shook his head and backed away.

"No. He can't… He's safe at school." John looked at Mary like he was willing her to laugh and say that it was a joke. He looked at his feet when she shook her head. John felt tears well up in his eyes. Sammy couldn't die. He thought Sammy was safe. He was at school with his friends and that pretty blonde girl he was always with.

"He came back," she replied. John looked up quickly and laughed.

"What would make him come back? He's a selfish son of a bitch!" Mary glared at him and he looked away sheepishly.

"Dean was in trouble. He's dying because he was protecting his brother like Dean has always done for him." John backed away as she poked him in the chest. "Now, wake your stubborn ass up and go to your son. He needs you." John laughed.

"No he doesn't. Sam doesn't need anyone. He made that perfectly clear when he left!" Mary glared harder and did something that nobody has had the guts to do for the last twenty-one years.

SLAP!

John touched his stinging cheek and stared at Mary.

"Sam needs you to remind him that he is strong and is still loved. He actually believes that everyone hates him for leaving when you don't even know the real reason he left." John looked confused.

"And what exactly is the real reason?" He asked.

Mary sighed and looked away, "Only Sam can tell you that, but you have to hurry. I don't think he has too much longer."

"Where?"

"Jim Murphy's farm."

John woke up with a gasp.

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"No one will save you." "No one cares." "You should have stayed away." "It's all your fault." "They will all die because of you."

Sam tried to block out Melanie's voice but was finding it hard to do. Tear leaked out and started to believe for the first time that Dean had abandoned him. Melanie cackled as she saw the fight leave Sam's eyes and knew that she had won. Dean will loose his brother and regret ever leaving her out to dry when Sam called. Getting up from where she was sitting beside his head, she went over to a cabinet and pulled out a syringe full of glowing pink liquid.

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Dean and Caleb had been walking for a while when Caleb collapsed in pain. Dean caught him as he fell and watched in fright as Caleb seized in his arms.

"Damien!"

Caleb stopped after a few minutes and sat up, wincing in pain as the vision left.

"Damien?" Caleb looked at Dean with tears in his eyes.

"Sammy is giving up Deuce. I've never seen him look that defeated before." He stood up and groaned as the once beautiful meadow turned into a dark, desolate desert.

"We have to hurry."

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Blood quickly filled the vial that Mac was using to draw the blood from Dean for the potion. He was getting extremely worried because for a few moments it was looking like Caleb would experience everything that happened to Sam. He was just finishing when the door was thrown open and in ran John and Bobby.

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Dear Bobby,

I know that it has been a while since we last spoke and like everyone else you probably hate me and won't read this letter, but I need your help. For the last couple of days I have been having this reoccurring dream about Dean and I need to stop it. Can you look through your books and find anything that would use a poisoned dart? I know, weird question, but if I'm right, Dean is in danger. Don't tell anyone in case I'm just crazy. Call me if you find any thing.

Sam Winchester

650-555-3780

TBC...

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