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AN: So I know I haven't updated in a while...but I'll let you read and explain at the bottom...if you even care..LOL! Again soooo sorry!! 3
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Chapter 8
An Old Friend? (Sam)

I needed some time to think, so once I finished eating I went and mumbled to Dean about taking a shower. I quickly left, and retreated to the safety of the bathroom. Once inside, I turned on the water as hot as I could stand, stripped, and stepped in. As I was standing there, I relaxed for the first real time in days. I allowed the water to calm me down, and to clear my mind enough to allow me to think. I still wasn't sure how much hope I wanted to put into the thought that Dean really was back. What if it was a trick? I would surely not survive it this time, and I was afraid, afraid of that disappointment.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen either way, but knew that I would be seeing Alastair again soon. It was only a matter of time before we met again. I knew I needed to prepare myself, and to do that I couldn't fall asleep, because that is where we would most likely meet next. Sooner than I thought the water started to get cooler, and I decided I had been in there long enough. As I got out I realized that in my haste I had forgotten to grab a change of clothes. So I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom and went over to my duffel.

As I was grabbing his clothes I noticed Dean holding his phone in his hand, and watching me with a critical eye. I knew he was worried, so I refrained from calling him out on it. As I was walking back into the bathroom I wondered who Dean had been talking to, but shrugged it off knowing that if Dean wanted to tell me he would. I just took a couple more minutes to get dressed and go back out into the main room.

As I returned to the room I noticed that all of Deans stuff was picked up from around the room and raised a questioning eyebrow. Silently wondering what the new plan was. Dean seemed to know what I was asking, showing that even though we had been apart for so long we still understood each other to a certain degree.

"We're gonna head over to Bobby's, he has some information for us or something. So I figured we could stop by since we were so close and all. That okay with you?"

I was surprised that Dean was asking my feelings about it, but answered anyway.

"Ya, sure. Just let me pack the rest of my stuff."

I went around the room and quickly grabbed the few things I had left laying out. I took only a couple of minutes before I left the room in the state it was in before. I looked up at Dean and we both grabbed our bags and walked out of the room to the Impala. I got in the passenger seat, relishing in the feeling of once again riding shotgun. I waited, but didn't hear the Dean get in. I glanced over at him, and saw him looking towards the motel with an unexplainable emotion on his face. After a few moments I heard Dean heave a sigh and get in. Dean started the car and I took one last look back, knowing that I would always remember what had happened, and how it changed my life.

Once we started out on the road, I sat there in silence, waiting for Dean to try to talk to me, but nothing. He just turned his music up louder. I was beyond grateful for this, because I knew that I needed some time. I had a feeling that we were going to Bobby's for more than just some info about a hunt, and knew that something was going on. I wasn't sure what but I knew it was most likely about how I had been acting. I mean I couldn't blame dean for worrying, he probably thought I was crazy. I mean hell I think I'm crazy!

I sat there and continued with these train of thoughts staring out the window and watching the world pass me by. I had started to look at the world in a different way after dean died, but with him back, whether it was real or not, I saw it become brighter again. I wasn't sure if it would last, but I was gonna enjoy it with all that I had. It seemed like only seconds later when we stopped at some greasy diner on the side of the highway to eat and get gas. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings, but instead worked on autopilot. It seemed that no sooner had we sat down that we were getting back into the car and back onto the road.

The rest of the day continued to pass like this. Never once was there a conversation, but instead the blasting sound of Deans mullet rock. I laid my head against the window and just dazed in and out of awareness until our next stop.

As soon as Dean pulled into the desolate gas station I felt a knot in my stomach, and an immediate headache. I knew that nothing good could come of this, and that more trouble was on the way, but I tried my best to ignore it. I watched as dean got out and did the same. As he started to pump the gas, I mumbled to him that I was gonna go get some water, hoping that it would help with my head. I didn't wait for an answer and walked towards the little store, feeling Deans gaze on my back the whole time. I knew he was worried, but couldn't bring myself to care right at that moment.

I walked into the store, and gave a quick nod to the guy behind the counter, and made my way back to where the water was kept. I was pulling out a water bottle when I heard a loud thump come from the front. I looked up towards the ceiling, and saw a reflection of someone coming from the cash register. My hunter instincts immediately kicked in, and I slipped into the little back room, hoping to be able to catch the attacker off guard.

I waited, and faintly heard footsteps. I tensed as they got louder, and prepared myself to jump out knowing I had nothing to fight with. As the footsteps got right outside the door, I stepped forward, and got ready to strike. As soon as I saw who it was, I was forcefully flung back into the shelves lining the back wall of the room. I grunted and fell to the ground, slowly rolling up onto my knees and peeking up through my bangs to glare at the person in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh Sammy, I just wanted to come say hello. Come on don't act like you haven't been wondering about what I told you."

" That has nothing to do with this, and you better leave before Dean comes."

"Why? Is he gonna come save the day again? My, my Sammy, still hiding behind your older brother? I mean don't you remember what I did to him while he was in hell. What makes you think that I won't do it again?"

"You will never get anywhere near him again. I won't let you, you'll die first. Dean is back, and you will never be able to hurt him!"

"Oh, so you finally realized I was right? Well I knew you would come around. I mean we got to know each other so well over the past four months. Or rather I got to know you."

"Got to know me? You tortured me you son of a bitch. I have lived through hell, and I am done with all of this. I'll kill you, and then figure out whether you were right or not." I said through my clenched teeth, barely containing my rage.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Haven't you learned by now that you can't beat me? I will kill you just like I said. I'm done playing with you, so I figure we just end this right now. What do you say?"

As Alastair finished talking I caught slight movement from the corner of my eye, and subtly looked over, eyes widening as I saw Dean standing there. I knew he must have heard most of the conversation, and it scared me to know that I would probably have to explain earlier than I thought. All these thoughts left my head though as I watched Dean raise a knife, and instantly I knew what the plan was.

I looked back over to Alastair making sure he had seen nothing of my wandering eyes, and opened my mouth as if to respond hoping it would distract him long enough for Dean to sneak up from the back. Right as Dean made his move, I noticed Alastair shift his eyes a split second before he made to turn around, and make a break for it. Luckily my instincts were as sharp as ever, and I was able to predict his chain of thought before he could get away. I grabbed hold of him in a tight grip ensuring that he wouldn't get away, and watched as Dean stabbed him in the back, in the same spot that he himself had been stabbed over a year ago.

As if in slow motion I watched the quick flash of surprise in Alastair's eyes as he felt the knife enter from behind, but the next look quickly took over. I instantly recognized it from the many interactions we have had in the past, and knew what was coming next. As the pain first started to bloom in my skull, time seemed to catch up, and I lowered my head into my hands waiting as it slowly escalated to epic proportions. Faintly in the background I could hear Dean trying to talk to me, but I could only make out a couple words.

"Sammy…okay….Talk..me…Sam!"

I stood there trembling feeling sweat trickle down my back and forehead, whimpering quietly as the pain continued to escalate, even after I thought it couldn't get any worse. I felt Dean grab onto my arms, and as he started to shake me I whimpered louder as he only made my pain worse. I knew Dean had no idea about what was going on, but he needed to know or else I wouldn't survive. I tried my hardest to formulate coherent words through my pain muddled brain. I tried but the loudest I got was a quiet whisper.

"De, Alastair trapped me in my head. Help Please, Bobby."

I could only hope that Dean heard me because all of a sudden I didn't have any strength left in me, and I let myself go to the darkness hoping it would ease the pain. I was aware enough to realize that I never hit the ground and I knew that Dean had caught me. I tried to fight my way back but was unable to. I felt a sudden sway and knew that Dean had picked me up and was probably caring me back to the Impala.

I tried my best to hold on to Dean's presence, but felt myself slipping further and further into the darkness. To soon for my liking I no longer new anything of the real world, and once again found myself stuck in the suffocating darkness that held all my greatest fears. I once again felt a sharp stab of pain and found myself tied to a chair, with a screen in front of me.

Before I could control myself I felt tears start to fall, and knew that there was nothing that I could do. All of a sudden I started seeing every horrific creations of my nightmares. I watched Jess die again, and Dad die, and of course dean. I started to watch the first of the dreams that had gotten him to where he was now. I tried to get out of the chair, but knew that no amount of pushing or pulling would get me out.

As I continued to watch I kept one thought running through my head, my one piece of hope, Dean was out there, and that Dean was going to save him. I was sure of it.

AN: Ok...so I am not sure any of you care, but I feel that you deserved an explanation of my extremely extremely long absence. I am just going to start off by saying that I didn't forget about this story, and I do plan on finishing it. But after the previous chapter, I just wasn't sure what to do anymore. I lost my love for this story, and just hit a really bad writers block. I didn't want to post up a chapter just because, and have it be utterly horrible. SO I waited, and I am slowly starting to get back into it! But be warned that I will not all of a sudden start whipping out chapter..lol. I'm not that good! But I promise to not leave it for as long as I did before. Hope ya'll enjoyed it, and are willing to stick with me!!
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