We stayed in the downpour for a couple more minutes after we had finished. Sam hasn't said anything and I am beginning to get worried. What if it wasn't as good for him as it was for me.

"Sammy, you okay?" I questioned rolling on my side to face him.

"No." He simply said not looking at me.

"You have developed them haven't you? For me?"

"Not for you; not for anybody. I don't have feelings and I never will so stop trying to make me develop them!"

"I'm not trying but I want you to. You don't understand we made love Sam and you felt it, I know you did. You are trying to convince yourself that you don't have feelings. Wouldn't it be better if you just let it go? Live your life with a heart; live it with me. Please?" I begged feeling tears stinging in my eyes.

"I can't I am a warrior! A warrior doesn't develop feelings like the weak!" He shouted getting up and putting on his clothes.

"I love you Sam." I said as tears started to flow down my face but you wouldn't have been able to notice in the downpour. I took off running, running and crying.

"I've been looking all over for you, my dear." I heard a familiar voice say from the woods.

"Spencer where are you?!" I shouted trying to look through the downpour.

"Watching you." He said jumping down from one of the trees. "And look at you all naked just for me." He smiled wickedly and ran his hand down my stomach to me opening.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted slapping his hand away.

"Now, now, now we wouldn't want anybody to get hurt now would we?"

"You wouldn't hurt Sam. He is one of The Warriors of Mist."

"I wasn't talking about him. I was talking about you." He whispered grazing my ear. "Let's get out of this downpour, shall we?" He said picking me up into his arms.

"No!" I shouted but you could barely hear me over the downpour. It sounded more like a whisper. He just tightened up on me.

"I'm not the bad guy, Rikki. You are just making me out to be him." He said caressing his fingers to my lips. "You will feel calmer soon." He smiled. My eyes drooped and my site became blurry. In a while I couldn't see anything but darkness. My eyes must have been closed but I tried to open them and couldn't.

I opened my eyes and I tried to move my arm and legs but I was constricted. "What the hell?" I said thrashing around. I was tied to a bed by ropes, I was under the covers and dressed in an off-white nightgown.

"Morning, my dear." Spencer said stopping at my door.

"What's going on?! Where am I?" I screeched lifted my head to look at him. "Did you dress me?"

"Yeah I took such great care for you." He smiled pushing my hair out of my face. "It's interesting when you were three I took you to get back at your mom for leaving me. Now I am kidnapping you for myself." He said he said moving his fingers gently up and down my arm.

"Did you drug me?!"

"Drugging is such a strong word I prefer calming. You let go of everything; feeling, eyesight and hearing but it's only temporary."

"You drugged me! What did you do to me last night?"

"I made love to my fiancée. There is no law against that." He said kissing me. "Beauty." He said caressing the corner of my mouth down to my neck.

"Let me go!" I shouted thrashing around but not getting away just giving myself rope burn.

"No, because if I do you would run away. You are going to stay right here." He whispered kissing my cheek. "Now get some rest." He said turning off the light and leaving me in the dark room.

I awoke in a carnival; I could tell it was a carnival because of the familiar smells. I looked around and noticed Dean in a wooden stand with a big ice cream cone on top of it. I started to walk over to him when I noticed a woman who looked much like my mother. She was helping him serve ice cream and it seemed there was an ice cream fight going on in there. Dean threw a scoop of vanilla ice cream at her and she countered with a chocolate scoop. They were both laughing and were so perfect. I walked over to the front.

"Hi how may I hel-Rikki?" Dean asked in surprise. "What are you doing here, in my head? You have been gone for two days! I should have never left you alone with Sam; he isn't responsible enough." He sighed coming out of the booth; he put his arm around my shoulders and guided me away. "Where are you?! What happened?! Do I have to kick Sam's ass?!" he questioned all at once.

"As for where I am, I was kidnapped by Spencer and taken to his house. Right now I think I am tied to a bed. Sam and I were just training; I just drifted to far away from him. It was my fault."

"Your fault or not, you are in danger. We need to find you! Where are you exactly?"

"That's a good question; Spencer drugged me so I don't remember the journey to where I am now. I can't necessarily investigate." I said as we got to a field and sat down. "Dean your dream, it was of my mom."

"It's the night we first met; Spencer left her for his girlfriend Lena and she wandered over to the ice cream stand, she said she was the new girl. No matter how many times I have this dream I can't do her justice."

"You looked so happy, so perfect. I'm sorry that my mother chose my father over you but think of it this way; if she did choose you then I wouldn't exist. I don't want to say she made the right choice but in my case she did. I am everything I am because of my parents. I know my mom still loves you, just in a different way now and I think it should be enough. Stop beating yourself up about the fact she didn't choose you. Everything happens for a reason, Dean. You might not know it now or ever but it didn't happen because there is something better in this world for you."

"Then how come I don't believe that? Who are you kidding? Layla didn't want me, your mom didn't want me and hell you don't want me either. Where is my happiness? Don't I deserve it?!"

"Of course you do. You are just looking in the wrong place." I sighed looking up at the stars; they were sparkling like Sam's eyes. I then saw Sam up there in the sky; as a constellation. He looked right down at me with that sparkle in his eyes.

"Rikki, what are you looking at?" Dean said making me snap out of my trance and look at him.

"Nothing just a little drifty that's all. I think I am being treated worse here than I ever was at your house. I will take water and crackers over this any day." I giggled.

"Wasn't my fault I was busy. If Sam would have been easier to find we wouldn't have been in that mess, blame Sam."

"Consider it done." I smiled. "But Sam isn't that bad Dean. He might not have feelings but he was willing to help you and I assume still is. Am I wrong?"

"No he is helping. Before I went to bed he was searching for you. We take shifts and I took the first one. Didn't find anything but how would I have known that the one place I would find you was in my dream?"

"Well I can't show up in Sam's mind because he doesn't sleep or dream."

"Speaking of Sam, I think he is developing feelings for someone. I'm trying to figure out who but he keeps denying all of it. He wants to be a warrior again; I think it gave him purpose. When the warriors tried to kill him he decided he was going to make them pay. I guess he sees it as if he develops feelings he won't be able to carry out his all master plan to, waste The Warrior of Mist."

"I don't understand your species and their ideas on feelings. Yes they are a pain in the ass but they give US purpose. They allow us to connect with others and be able to love."

"Yeah well love sucks." He sighed falling on to his back. "There is just so much of this miscommunication you guys are so complicated."

"Let me ask you something, if you could go back in time and never develop feelings would you?" I asked lying next to him.

"Of course not. I might have become a slave to these feelings but it wouldn't give it up. I love the happiness you can have. Like when you first fall in love or the happiness you feel from eating fast food." He chuckled.

"What's fast food?" I asked propping myself up on my elbow.

"Oh that's right you have been trapped in a castle your whole life. Fast food is like very greasy food that has no nutritional value."

"Sounds as gross as carnival food." I laughed.

"Yeah that reminds me, do you have feelings for my brother?"

"No why would-"

"I see the way you look at him." He said cutting me off. "Are we really that different?"

"You and Sam, yeah you guys are totally at the other end of the spectrum from each other. You are black and he is white. It doesn't matter anyway because I am back in chains."

"I will make sure that you are saved. I promise Rikki and have I ever broken a promise?"

"No." I smiled. "Thank you, Dean." I said kissing him on the cheek.

I don't own Supernatural, Dean or Sam but everything else you do not recognize from the show is mine. Also thanks to all you readers that have taken the time to read my story but I would really appreciate some reviews from you guys. :) Hope you are enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it.