Ch: 5

I'm listening to Van Halens "Dreams" it's an awesome song!!

Summary: Sam feels remorse for killing his father, but he can't show it around Dean

and Deena, it's just not safe. Sam has to get out of this hellish nightmare, but

how?

"What isn't right Sammy?" asked Dean.

"Uh, I should've made him suffer and not let him die so quick."

"Yeah, you could've but you did just fine."

"Hey Dean, I'll take it from here, said Sam. Go mess with Deena."

"Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Dean said as he dropped the lower half of his

father. Then he walked out of the room. Sam walked over to the door and closed it.

The tears immediatley started to fall from Sams eyes as he fell to the ground by his

father.

"Dad, I didn't mean to do this to you, said Sam as he craddled his father in his arms.

I love you dad, why did I do this to you?" asked Sam.

Meanwhile Dean left the hospital and back to the woods where Sam and him

were hunting the Bayne. "Alright you piece of shit, come out. I'm nice and tasty,

just waiting for you."

"Crack!" went something in the woods. Dean reached for a gun he had tucked into

his pants.

"Roar!"

"Come on, you know you're hungry!" yelled Dean. Dean had a plan in his mind.

The only way to wake up Sam was to cut out the tongue of the Bayne and cut off a

piece and place into the mouth of Sam. The Bayne made it's way to Dean.

It was seven feet tall, with drool dripping from it's mouth. The monster also had a

grayish tint to it's scaly skin and deep scratches on it's chest.

"My brother did a number on you, that a boy Sammy." Dean then charged at the Bayne

with his gun cocked and ready to fire.

Sam was still in the room with his father when he heard "Dreams" by Van Halen

blaring.

"World turns black and white, pictures in an empty room, better change

your tune, reach for the golden ring, reach for the sky, baby just spread your

wings."

"Could this all just be a dream?" pondered Sam.

"Sam, Sam." whispered a voice, it sounded familar to John Winchesters.

"Dad, Sam asked as he crawled over to his father. Dad, Sam said as he reached to

touch his fathers face. John Winchesters eyes opened up, and Sam fell back in terror.

John turned onto his side and stared at Sam with an evil stare.

"Kill Dean, he made you do this." John said with blood running down onto the ground.

"No, I already killed you."

"You have no choice." John said as he grabbed a hold on to Sams pant leg.

Sam walked out of the room and made his way towards Deena and Dean.

"Hey bro, you look pissed." Dean said. Deena got up from on top of Dean and

walked to Sam.

"So, you wanna take a stab at me now?" asked Deena.

"I do." replied Deena as she began to kiss Sam not knowing that he had his hand on a knife

hidden in his back pocket. He took the knife and stuck it in her chest.

"Ohh." cried Deena as she slumped onto the floor.

"What the hell?" Yelled Dean as he saw the knife lodged in Deena's chest.

"You made me kill dad Dean."