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Man, I am on a roll! I am enjoying writing this story so much! Though something tells me all of you are going to be very confused or very, very mad at me by this end of this one... hope you enjoy!

I was seven years old. I had a horrible nightmare.

A man stood on the corner, waiting for the signal to walk across the intersection. I recognized the man as Mr. Kripke, our neighbor. He looked both ways and saw nothing. Ignoring the DON'T WALK light, he stepped out into the road. When he reached the middle, WHAM! A car hit him full force. Mr. Kripke's body rolled over the top and landed in a bloody mess on the ground.

"Mommy!"

"Mmm… What is it, Claire?"

"Mr. Kripke died."

"What?" My mom sat up in her bed and gave me a concerned look. "Were you asleep?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh sweetie, don't worry. It was just a nightmare."

But nightmares don't come true… do they?

Mom and I were walking down the street when we saw an ambulance and fire truck surrounded by a mass of people. We made our way to the crowd. "What happened?" my mom asked one of the bystanders.

"Mr. Kripke." My mom and I both went ridged. "He was hit by a car."

Everything was agony after that. Somehow, word got out that I had a nightmare about it before it happened. I was bullied and taunted constantly as school. My parents got hate mail and threats daily. The worst part was that my Parents wouldn't even look at me. They barely said a word to me.

One day after school, a group of kids surrounded me behind the building.

"Why did'ya do it? Huh, Claire? What are you? Some kinda witch?"

I just shook my head in response. I was scared. I was downright petrified. Kelly, a girl I had been friends with for years, walked up and slapped me across the face. Then they all came down on me, kicking, hitting, scatching. I curled into a ball. I screamed and tried to get away… "IT WASN'T MY FAILT! I JUST SAW IT! PLEASE, STOP HURTING ME!"

Sam was in fetal position on the floor, his arms held close to his chest, his eyes wide and unfocused, trembling violently. A soft mewing sound emitted from him. I felt this impulse to wrap my arm around and comfort him. But I knew that touching him probably would make it worse. He eventually closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his head, as though trying to hide, and cried. I backed away until my legs him my bed. I sat in a slight state of shock. The truth… he was telling me the truth. After… there's no way he's been lying to me. If he wasn't lying about his powers… I looked down at him. He was… well... pathetic. So young. Way too young to have had to live alone with a power like this. I remembered how I had treated him all week and felt immensely guilty. I laid back on the bed and contemplated what to do.

The room was gigantic. Practically stark white and sterile looking. A figure stood in the center. I looked at him from behind. He… wasn't human. He had enormous blue wings. Blue scales covered his back. His legs and arms were scaled and well muscled. Sharp claws virtually shined in the bright room.

Sam, seemingly out of nowhere, ran up to him from behind and wrapped his arms around the draconian's neck. The draconian bucked and roared. Sam held on firm. The draconian spun around, unlatching Sam, and thrust a claw through Sam's torso.

"Claire!"

My eyes snapped open. Someone was bent over me. He was handsome… and had bright green eyes. I smiled excitedly. Oh my god! It's him! Did he come back!?

"Dean?" I whispered hopefully.

Well...? I know it's short but... I just had to end it there. How many of you hate me?

Did I clear a couple things up or did I just make you more confused? (How many of you are going back to the first chapter to reread it? :P) Tell me everything! Review please!