Voices in My Head

Chap. 6: So Much in One Day

Haha, it seems I've been updating on only snow days lately! Haha, and I also have the rest of the week off cuz of the senior trip! My sis is going, but I'm just glad the rest of the school got off, I don't have school until TUESDAY!!!

NOTE: Ok, so timetowaste commented on how the demon killing them seemed illogical…so let me just explain why I said the demon would kill them. I personally just think that the Winchesters and more trouble than they're worth. I mean, there are hundreds of other people out there with a power like Sam and Dean, so why bother trying to corrupt Sam and Dean if they're just like the others, but are so much more trouble to get to? I dunno, that's just my personal opinion. timetowaste, that was a really good point, and it proves how slow my mind works, but I dunno…thank you, thought. Your comment made me think .

Ok, onto the story!

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Sam sat at the same table he had been since he and Dean had talked a few hours ago. Dean's words just kept running through his head… "Can't they just understand…I—I don't want to remember, Sam." Sam felt his anger fuel up again, anger towards his dad…his mom…himself. It was their fault Dean was this way. They'd pushed him so hard to remember, it took Sam nearly 2 weeks to realize what it was doing to Dean. He'd just wanted Dean to talk about it and…and he'd nearly broken his brother. I mean, Dean cried. Dean fucking cried. And what he said…he was so…It was like he had the non-Dean from over a month ago back. Like it wasn't his brother, just a blank slate in his brother's body.

"I can't do this, Sam. I can't. I…I just give up."

Sam quickly scrubbed at his eyes, blocking the tears before they could fall. To even think that Dean would say that…but the fact that he did…Sam couldn't even think. His mind was moving at a million miles a minutes. His heart beating even faster. What was he going to do? How could he fix this? You can't. He thought to himself. And as much as he wanted to fight that thought…he knew it was true.

But he was torn from his thoughts when a strangled scream and rapid movement came from Dean's bed. At light speed Sam shot from his chair and to his brother. Sam made it so fast to the bed Dean was still screaming.

"Dean!!" Sam cried, grabbing his sitting up brother by the shoulders. Dean's strangled cry stopped almost immediately. His eyes wide and unfocused. "Dean?"

Dean didn't respond for almost a minute before he turned to Sam, his eyes focusing. "Sam?"

Sam nearly cried out in relief, thinking his brother had gone catatonic permanently. "Are you ok?"

Dean blinked "Yea, Sam. Why-" Dean stopped then, realization flowing into his eyes "Aw, shit…" Dean looked at Sam "I didn't scream, did I?"

Sam let out a choked laugh, and shook his head in disbelief at his brother "What were you dreaming about?" he asked, sobering up.

Dean shook the sleep from his tired head and Sam stood and Dean moved to get up. He let out a sigh and began to explain.

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Sam stared up at his brother in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something then shut it. He had so much to say but nothing would come out. He had so many questions but no way to ask them. He was overflowing and completely empty.

"Sam, say something." Dean looked down at Sam who was sitting on his own bed.

"He'll never stop this shit, will he?"

"You mean good ol' yellow eyes?" Dean asked sarcastically "Doubt it."

"But Dean…why would he…kill us?" Sam felt so lost "Not to be pompous, but…wouldn't he want to, I dunno, use us?"

Dean ran his hand over his face and sat down opposite Sam, a position the two brothers seemed to sit in a lot lately. "I really dunno man. This is all just so…fucked. Can't believe I'm sayin' this but…why couldn't we'of just been normal?"

Sam snorted "Yea…" Sam shoo his head "I just dunno, Dean. This is starting to get out of hand."

"Like it wasn't before?" Dean snorted. He looked up at Sam's serious face and sighed, "I know, Sammy. It's just…I don't…"

"We need to call Missouri."

Dean's head shot up. "Missouri?" He asked. He hadn't seen Missouri since he stayed with her for those months. He could remember bits and pieces of when he was there, not much, but enough for him to feel embarrassed and awkward around her…even at the thought of her. "Sam, do you really think-"

"Dean, she's a psychic. She's more like you than she is me." Dean raised an eyebrow "Well…you know…'power' wise." Dean let out a dry laugh, "Man, come on. What else are we gonna do?"

Dean let out another sigh "I know man…" Dean looked up at Sam "But you're gonna be the one to call her."

"Why do I have to?"

"Because it was your idea…don't you want credit, Sammy-boy?" Dean cracked a grin

Sam shook his head. "Fine." He walked over to where his coat lay on his bed and dug into the pocket, he quickly dialed her number and listened to the ring…

"Hello?" Sam paused, unsure of what to say "Sam, if you're trying to prank call me I'm gonna woop your ass, boy." The older woman threatened.

Sam grinned, "No, I'm not, Missouri." He laughed, "I was actually calling about…Dean." Sam looked over at his brother who was pacing by the 'kitchen.'

"What's wrong?" she asked, already able to sense he wasn't physically hurt

Sam went on to explain to Missouri about Dean's nightmares and how he can only remember bits and pieces, and then the big bomb: the 'power' he formed. Huh, it was funny how so much horror for a family could be condensed into about 5 minutes.

"Oh, Sammy." She paused "I knew there was something going on in that boy's head, always knew." She said. Sam smiled again, but was again unsure what to say. Why did he call Missouri? He thought she could help, but how could he ask for this woman's help? She'd already taken care of Dean for months when had no memory of anything but his torture. "Sam, you listening, boy?" She asked

"What? I'm sorry Missouri, what did you say?" He asked

"I said I want you boys to come down here as soon as possible, how long will it take you?"

"Oh, um-I dunno, we could probably be there by…" He paused and looked at the clock '2:27 PM' it read. Holy shit. Sam thought. Had he really been lost in thought for almost seven hours? "By tomorrow morning." He finished, dazed slightly.

"Ok, I'll see you boys soon." She paused "Be careful." She added before hanging up. Sam pulled his phone from his ear and looked at it.

"What did she say?" Dean asked him

Sam looked up at Dean "She said to come by."

Dean nodded and looked out the window "The sun is setting." He said plainly, before turning to Sam.

"I'll pack our shit, you go tell mom and dad we have to go to Missouri's."

"Why do I have to go tell them?" Dean complained

"'Cause I had to call Missouri." Sam said, shaking his head at their immaturity.

Dean let out a dramatic sigh, "Fine." Dean paused on his way to the door "Dude, that was only this morning at the diner…wasn't it?" Dean asked, Sam looked up and nodded "Feels like a lifetime ago…and they still don't know any of this shit."

Sam paused, it had felt like weeks ago that Dean had passed out in front of that diner, not long after he'd hung up his phone on his farther, and not that long before Dean poured out his worst memory to Sam.

How can there be so much horror in one day for one family?

Because it's one family in particular, the Winchesters.

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Ok, guys, I'm so sorry. I always make you wait so long and then the chapters aren't even that good…flames and reviews always welcome!! But please, have constructive flames, not just 'this blows.' Cuz, yes, I already know.

Later lovlies!!

-claire