AN:// Hi!! Do you all hate me? I'm so sorry. I'm back to writing again. I got past my mental block I think. And I've been stuck in AP US History so I've been drowning in work. I"ll have more time now that this trimester is over. So here is a new chapter! Another one I promise will come soon!!

Missouri Shifted through Deans mind, this caused him great pain but he was not succumbing to it. Not when he had been thristing for what had been happening to his brother that he couldn't remember, he wanted to know what he had done. Missouri kept going until a growl that ripped through Deans mind almost made her loose her hold on it.

Missouri tried to be careful not knowing what it was, her main idea was that it was a demon. What ever it was attacked her harshly in defense she threw up mental walls keeping it trapped in Dean's mind. In the attack though it left itself open and Missouri dove in.

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The point of which she was viewing was from up high, the ceiling almost. Below her she saw Dean being held down by another person, a blue glow coming from its fingers, which were pressed against Dean's scull.

"I'll fix you" The thing said not seeing that Sam was coming up beind him until it was too late and Sam had struck him causing him to collapse over Dean. Sam shoved him off of him quickly. Just as he was doing this Missouri dove into Dean who was mentally unable to ward off any mental attacks. This was all she needed. Missouri pulled out of Deans mind, her own reeling violently, her stomach turning at what she had seen.

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Jim ran to help Missouri up from the floor where she had fallen. "What was there?" He asked his eyes worriedly scanning over Dean and then Missouri.

Missouri shook her head sadly, "Demonic possession." Jim's heart leapt, they were going to send this son of a bitch back to hell.

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Sam tiredly yawned his eyes shifting around his room. His father had been sent back to the hotel to get some rest, as the hospital staff worried about his mental stability. A soft knock on the door of Sam's room kept him from returning to sleep. Light flooded through the door way as a woman in a suit walked into his room. She pulled up a chair next to him getting situated and then turned her bright blue eyes on him.

"Good morning Samuel. My name is Danica Prowel. I'm here to talk to you about," She waved her elegantly manicured hand at Sam's wrists.

"Hi." Sam said weakly his eyes shifting towards the door willing his father to come through it to save him.

"Can you tell me what you've been going through?" Danica asked pulling out a folder and a pen watching Sam closely as he fidgeted with his covers.

"I… Uh… I was hurt… and I um… wanted… wanted…. Wanted it to…" Sam paused swallowing a lump in his throat, stuttering over the words roughly.

"Stop? End?" Danica questioned softly. Sam nodded his head keeping his eyes down away from her as tears built behind them. "Can you tell me why?"

"I…. was…. hurt." Sam said quietly trying to keep his voice even.

"How were you hurt?"

"I was kidnapped." Sam said as the first tear fell down his cheek when he peered up at Danica through his shaggy bangs. He looked like a little child no older then 12, his eyes were hidden and fear had clouded over his face.

Danica nodded her head and wrote quickly in the folder before she shut it again and tried to make eye contact with Sam, who avoided it. "You were hurt?" She pressed, she had 4 other cases to do and she wanted to get this over with.

Sam's body shuddered at being forced to recall what had happened. "Hit." He answered more tears starting to fall silently down his face. Danica sighed loudly making Sam continue. "He hit me, with a belt… hands… books…" He whispered his vision blurred through the tears. "Said I should kill myself…" Sam tried to lift his arm but couldn't manage the energy to. "Gave me mmmmy brrooothers knife."

"What did you do with it?" Danica pushed harder, knowing the answer already.

"I cut myself." Sam said plainly glaring blurrily at Danica. His heart was beating fast his eyes were loosing focus. Numbly is left hand fumbled around until it found the nurse button and hit it.

"Mr. Winchester…" Danica called standing up tapping Sam's face trying to wake him up. Sam wouldn't have it and faded to the blessed world of black.