Well, I still can't really remember the plot I had in mind for this story except this bit here. So I decided to write it in the hopes that I will remember more soon.

Just to recap, this is set in a different reality, where Sam never went with Dean in the pilot. Oh and just so you know, I have no idea if anyone has done this idea yet. If you have, then I'm sorry if I stole your idea.

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Sam sat up suddenly, very awake and aware of his dark surroundings. Quickly, he scanned the room, ensuring that the dream was just a dream. Then he let out the shudder he had been fighting. God, he could still remember the dream so vividly.

A dark figure standing over the bed, a woman in white, with her hands in his chest, Jess pinned to the ceiling, crying for his help, a car driving towards him, no driver visible, the dark figure turns, yellow eyes glowing.

Sam let out another shudder and looked down to the figure on the bed next to him. Jess met his gaze with a hint of worry in her sleepy brown eyes.

"Sam?" she asked quietly, pushing herself up slightly.

Sam gently reached over and stopped her from sitting up. "Sorry I woke you." he said.

Jess looked at Sam's face for a few moments. His heavy breathing and sweaty face left her in no doubt of what had happened. "Bad dream?" she asked quietly.

Sam looked down at her for a moment. 'You have no idea' he thought to himself. Seeing the worry on her face, he nodded.

Jess reached up and placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, pulling back down to rest his head on her shoulder. "Will you tell me about it?" she asked softly, running a hand through Sam's hair.

Sam wanted to. He wanted to tell Jess everything. Everything about his life and his job and his family. "I can't really remember." he whispered.

"Oh" Jess replied, sounding slightly disappointed.

The two of them lay in silence for a while, enjoying being together. After a few minutes, Sam could hear Jessica's breathing slowing down. He shivered slightly, his t-shirt wet with sweat and his throat dry. Finally, he pushed himself out of the bed and walked towards the door. There was a soft groan from the bed. "Sam?" Jess asked yet again.

"Just getting a drink." Sam replied. Behind him, Jess sighed. Sam quietly, pushed the door closed so he wouldn't disturb her, leaving only a small creak of light. Then he started to navigate the dark hall way. Something wrapped around his foot. Sam jumped slightly and managed to keep his balance. He looked down at the ground and groaned as the bag fell over.

Dean had called earlier in the afternoon to tell Sam that he hadn't found John Winchester and that Sam would have to be ready to leave as soon as the interview was over. Sam had packed a bag of clothes (and when Jess wasn't looking, weapons) and left it in the hall way, where he now stood. He sighed and pushed the bag out of the way, before walking to the kitchen.

Despite the curtains, light was steaming in from the street lamp outside. Sam walked over and flicked aside the curtains. He looked out onto the street and couldn't help but grin. It was parked outside, just visible in the light. The black Impala. Dean's car. Sam watched as the figure in the car moved slightly. Shaking his head, Sam let the curtain go and went to the sink for his glass of water, all the time, grinning at his brothers lack of common sense.

Finally, he put the glass down and shivered again. Remembering about his wet shirt, he pulled it off and started his search for the washing bag. From the bedroom, he could hear Jess sigh. Sam smiled and managed to unearth the bag, throwing the sodden shirt in. Then he looked at the clock. 6 hours till his interview. Sam quickly rejected his thoughts on turning on the TV. From the bedroom, Jess gave a small sob. Then another. Sam felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something was deadly wrong. Slowly, Sam walked through the hall to his bag. Quietly, he unzipped it and rummaged through, finally unearthing his favorite knife. He slipped it into his pocket, and rummaged again, this time unearthing his shot gun. He quickly checked that it was loaded and walked to the bedroom door. Jess' cries were faster. Deep sods of pain and fear.

Sam, staying in the shadows, managed to find the creak in the door and look in. His and Jess' bed was empty. Sam opened his mouth to call for her when a black shadow passed through his view. He watched as the visibly human shape walked around the bed to a figure in white. It was Jess. She was pinned to the wall. The black figure started to speak in a soft yet dangerous voice.

"I know he is here, pretty little Jessica. I will find him and you will die." it said.

From her place on the wall, Jess was crying. Sam couldn't suppress a gasp of horror as an invisible force started dragging her up the wall to the ceiling. Sam had seen enough. He gripped the gun in both hands and kicked the door. It flew open. He ran in, firing at the figure. The figure took both bullets in the chest and crumpled into black smoke. The smoke disappeared.

With a small scream, Jess fell to the ground. Sam managed to take a step towards her before something pulled him violently backwards, pinning him to the wall and sending his gun flying under the bed. The black figure stepped out of the shadows towards Sam, ignoring Jess. Sam couldn't stop his gasp of pain as the pressure holding him to the wall increased.

"Well, Sam Winchester. We meet again." it said.

Sam found himself staring into its eyes. They were bright yellow. Suddenly cold realisation hit him. He knew now who this demon was.

"You!" he whispered as once again, the pressure increased. He winched and let out a small cry of pain. The demon chuckled.

On the bedside table, Sam's phone went off. Across the room, Jess caught Sam's eye as she slowly stood up. Sam realised with faint horror, what she was about to do. Jess jumped towards the phone. The demon swung around. Jess gave a small scream as she was thrown violently onto the ceiling above the bed. The demon gave a small laugh and picked up the phone. It stopped ringing. Without interest, it threw the phone over its shoulder. Then it turned back to Sam.

"At last." it said. "No one left to help. No mother to interrupt me. No father to protect you."

Sam remembered the knife in his pocket. Ignoring the pain, he started to pulled his arms across the wall, towards the knife. The demon laughed again. The knife flew from his pocket and imbedded itself in the wall next to him.

"Very good, little hunter!" it said. "But not quiet good enough."

The demon took a step forward and was suddenly right in front of him, reaching up towards his face. Sam gasped as cold, skeletal fingers were pushing against his forehead. Then he screamed.

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Dean woke suddenly as the sound of a gun shot reached his ears, banging his head on the wheel of the Impala. As he heard the second gun shot, he felt his stomach turn to jelly. That sound could only be coming from Sam's flat. Dean kicked the door open and jumped out of the car, running around towards the boot. He rummaged inside for a moment, before locating his shot gun. Pulling it out, he checked it was loaded before pulling out his phone. He dialed Sam's number and held it to his ear as he started to run towards the flat.

"Come on Sammy. Answer the phone" he whispered to himself. After a few moments, the phone turned itself off. Dean cursed and ran up the stairs.

As he reached the door, the scream started. Quickly, Dean analysed the doors weak spots, before drawing his foot back and kicking. The door flew open. Dean dived into the apartment and ran through the hall, almost tripping over the bag on the floor, when the scream abruptly stopped. The bedroom door was already open so Dean dived in, already scanning the room for his baby brother. Then he saw it. A black demon looming over Sam, who was trapped against the wall. The demon had its hands over Sam's forehead. Sam's eyes were closed, his face twisted in a silent scream. Dean aimed the shot gun and fired. The demon let go of Sam as the bullet struck its side. Quickly, it turned to look at Dean, its yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. Then it smiled. The second bullet hit it in the chest. The demon twisted into a cloud of smoke, rushing past Dean and out the door. Dean jumped as someone screamed behind him and swung around. The bed bounced with the sudden impact as Jess landed. Dean realised with horror that she had been pinned to the ceiling. He turned to look at his baby brother. Sam had slid down the wall and was in a heap on the floor. Dean ran to him and turned him around before gasping. On Sam's forehead, were four inter crossing cuts, resembling an unfinished star. As Dean watched, the cuts slowly closed up and vanished. Carefully, Dean lent his brothers head against his chest and turned to Jess, who was gripping the bed and watching him with fearful eyes.

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Well, that's it for this chapter. As I said before, I can't really remember what I was planning so if there is any new chapters, it will take some time. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this bit. Oh, and any suggestions anyone has as to what will happen next would be completely welcome.