A/N: Okay, so half of this chapter takes place in Abbey's head, so if the font is in italics, that means it's happening inside Abbey's brain. Otherwise, it's reality. Enjoy! And review, please!

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CHAPTER SEVEN: IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD

Abbey closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. And, just like she had feared, the image of the pale eyes haunted her. She looked over at the chair the demon stood next to, seeing Dean's limp form. She gasped when he looked into her eyes. Abbey turned her attention to the demon. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. The demon didn't answer. "Answer me, you bastard?" She was angry, and hot tears poured down her face. "I'm not going to kill Dean! So get over it!" Suddenly, the demon cut it's wrist, allowing it's blood to drip into Dean's open wounds. Dean screamed against the gag as his blood mixed with the demon's. Abbey tried to move, but she couldn't. "Stop! Stop it, you're hurting him!" She struggled to move, but her efforts failed, and all she could do was watch as Dean was violated.

Dean woke, noticing that Abbey was having another nightmare. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her, hoping to provide her comfort. Meanwhile, Flare was watching, waiting for the nightmare to become out of control. Waiting for the moment her sister needed her.

"No!" Abbey yelled in her sleep. "Stop! Stop it! Please!" In her mind, she was still in that room with the demon.

Sam sat up on the bed, looking over at Dean as he held Abbey. "Is she okay?" he asked his older brother, his voice groggy from sleep.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "I'm just letting her fight it through."

Abbey continued to struggle against the demon's hold on her, but she just couldn't move. Finally, she fell to the floor in a crying heap. "Dean...." she cried. "Oh, God I'm so sorry." When she looked back up, the demon was gone, and Dean was slumped in the chair, his eyes glazed over, completely void of life. He was dead.

Abbey jackknifed awake, throwing her hand to her head as pain shot through it after smacking it off Dean's jaw. She was sweating and breathing heavily. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked around the room, trying to calm down.

Dean placed a caring hand on her shoulder as Flare ran to the bedside. "Abbey, it's okay. You're okay," Dean promised.

Quickly, she swatted Dean's hand away, jumping off the bed and plastering herself to the opposite wall. She put her hand out. "Get away from me. Just...stay away!" She was still breathing heavily, and she couldn't think straight. Blinding pain shot through her head, and she closed her eyes against the pain.

Dean looked at Flare, confused. Flare took a step closer to Abbey. "Abbey, it's Dean," she whispered. "You're safe."

Abbey tried to push her body closer to the wall as her sister walked to her. "No, not safe. Never safe," she whimpered. She closed her eyes again, the pain in her head continuing to grow. She looked at Flare, tears in her eyes. "Home. I want to go home."

Flare nodded. "Okay. Okay, we'll go home. Just...calm down."

Abbey threw her hands to her temples, holding her head, screaming as the pain in her head became too great. She fought to stay awake, but she couldn't, passing out.

Sam ran over to Abbey, kneeling on the ground, feeling for a pulse. He looked up at Flare and Dean, smiling slightly. "There's a pulse. But it's weak. We need to get her to a hospital."

Flare began to sob, tears staining her cheeks. Gently, Dean picked Abbey up. "I don't think we should go back to the hospital," he protested, walking to the bed.

Sam scoffed. "What do you mean? She'll die if we don't get her some help, Dean!"

Reluctantly, Dean nodded. "Fine." He walked out the door and put Abbey in the car. Sam and Flare followed, climbing into the back seat as Dean drove off in the direction of the hospital.

Sam ran into the hospital, Abbey in his arms. "Help!" he screamed. "We need some help!" He looked back towards the door as Dean and Flare burst in. Abbey was still unconscious, and Sam began to get worried. They had driven to a different hospital than the one Flare had been in since Abbey had caused a scene there, which took two hours longer than it would have if they would have taken her to the other hospital. She shouldn't have been out that long. Sam rushed over to the nurse that came to help him.

"What happened?" the nurse demanded.

Flare grabbed Abbey's hand, holding tight. "Don't die on me, Abbey!" she whispered.

Dean placed a hand on Flare's shoulder in a brotherly, comforting manner. "It's okay. She's going to be okay."

"I-I-I don't..." Sam stuttered. "I don't know. She was sleeping and it looked like she was having a bad dream and then she woke up and just freaked out. She told us to stay away, and she was holding her head like she had a headache, and then she screamed and just passed out." Sam was talking so fast he could barely understand what he was trying to say. He was scared that Abbey was going to die, and that would just kill Flare and he knew it. Plus, if Abbey was dead, then there was another broken seal and they were one step closer to having to come face to face with Lucifer.

"Okay, sir, calm down." The nurse held his arms out. "Just give her to me, and go sit in the waiting room. We'll let you now when we have any news." He took Abbey in his arms and walked to a room down the hall, calling for the doctor as he did.

Flare continued to sob. "She can't-She can't die!"

Dean hugged her, offering her comfort.

Sam felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him as he saw his brother hug Flare. He liked Flare. Dean couldn't have her. He had lost too many girls to his man whore brother. Quickly, he threw Dean some money. "Dean, maybe you should go get us some coffee. It could be a long night." He looked at his brother, hoping he couldn't tell he was jealous.

Dean nodded, standing. "Yeah, okay." He walked out of the room, heading towards the cafeteria.

Flare sat, holding her head in her hands as she continued to sob. Sam took Dean's place beside Flare. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey," he said waiting for her to look into her eyes. "Everything's going to be okay. Abbey's going to pull through. She's strong she can handle this." Flare leaned into Sam as he wrapped both of his arms around Flare, allowing her to cry into his chest. He knew that this was hard for her. If Dean was the one who was hanging on to life like Abbey was, he would probably cry, too. He closed his eyes. hoping they had more information. They had been here for almost twenty minutes and the doctor hadn't even come to tell them how bad Abbey's condition was. A nurse should have at least offered them something by now. The more he thought, the more he wished Dean would make the coffee retrieval quick. He probably met some young hot blonde nurse and went to get himself some action before he came back. Dirty man.

Finally, Dean came into view, three coffees in his hands. "Anything?" he asked hopefully.

Gladly taking one of the coffees Dean held, Sam shook his head sadly. "No. The nurse hasn't even offered anything." Slowly, Sam sipped the hot liquid, not caring that it burned his throat as he drank. He was tired, and scared, and worried. He didn't like not knowing what was going on.

Dean sat next to his brother, looking as though he were going to cry. He handed the third coffee to Sam. "I didn't know if Flare wanted any."

Sam smiled at Dean, taking the coffee. "Flare, do you want coffee?" he asked, touching her shoulder gently. He felt so bad for her. Her sister was spiraling downward and there was nothing she could do to help. He wondered if Dean thought the same thing was going to happen to him. He didn't want it to, and although he would never admit it, he sometimes felt rage building inside him. Uncontrollable anger that at any moment could erupt and take over him. And it scared him.

Flare looked up at him, slowly taking the coffee. She took a sip before placing it on the floor beside her. Sam hated seeing her like this. Quickly, he stood. "I'm going to go talk to the nurse, see if there's any information yet." He walked off in the direction of the desk, seeing the nurse that had taken Abbey into the room. "Excuse me?" he said to him. "Can you tell me anything about the girl I brought in here earlier. Is she okay?"

He sighed. "I'm sorry, sir, but she is a comatose state right now...and the odds of her waking up are not good."

Sam felt his heart stop for a minute. How was he going to tell Flare that her sister might never wake up from the coma that she was now in. She would be devastated. "Thank you," he mumbled, stalking over to meet Dean and Flare once more. He refused to make eye contact as he thought of the easiest way to break the news.

"D-Did he say anything?" Flare asked quietly, hoping for the best. Dean sat up straight, knowing the look on Sam's face meant the news was not good.

Sam let out a breath, then slowly drew in another. "Abbey is in a coma," he sadly answered. "And the nurse said that the chances of her waking up are not looking good." Sam shook his head as he felt the tears run down his cheeks. "I'm sorry." Continuing to shake his head, he put his head in his hands and allowed more tears to flow freely. He didn't want to see the looks on Dean's and Flare's face, so he kept his head in his hands for a while.

"Dammit," Dean mumbled, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall.

Flare could do nothing but stare. "No," she objected. "No, h-he's lying."

"Flare, I'm sorry," Sam muttered into his hands, still not wanting to look at her and Dean.

Flare closed her eyes. "No, no, no."

Abbey was in a room; a dimly lit room. She looked around at everything that she could see. There was a table, a chair and a small bed. Her head was killing her, and she didn't understand why. Suddenly, someone walked into the room, closing and bolting the door behind them. As the tall figure stepped into the light, she could make out his facial features. "Sam?"

"Hello, Abbey," Sam smirked. "How are you feeling?"

"Like Hell. I feel like someone hit me in the head with a brick." She stood up, a little wobbly. "Come on, Sam, we have to get out of here. We need to go find Flare and Dean."

"Don't worry, Abbey, they'll be here."

Abbey stopped, looking at Sam. "What do you mean?"

"It's a party. No one ever misses a party." He smiled, and she noticed it was evil.

"Sam...what's wrong with you."

He didn't answer. He didn't answer. Instead, he picked her up and threw her on the table pinning her down as he chained her there. He pulled a knife from his back pocket. "Let's get started." He smiled, enjoying the sounds of her screams as he pushed the knife deeper into her abdomen.

Sam noticed the nurses were running around the hospital frantically, all gathering near one room. "What's going on?" he asked Dean.

"Doctor!" one of the nurses screamed. "Room 214 is going into cardiac arrest!"

Sam looked at Dean, concerned. "Abbey's in room 214!" he yelled, jumping from his seat and running over to the where the nurses were gathering.

Dean and Flare ran into the room. "Abbey, please don't die!" Flare begged, plastering her body to her sister's. It took two nurses to pry her away from Abbey, escorting her out of the room, closing the door.

Sam knew there was nothing they could do but wait. He was getting restless and trying to be strong for Flare. It was exhausting. Finally, a nurse came out of the room and walked over to them.

"Miss Hanson is stable," she informed them. "You may go see her now." She walked away.

Sam waited for Flare to make a move, figuring he should go in last since he wasn't as close to her as she and Dean were.

Flare slowly walked in and sat on the seat next to the bed. She place her hand on her sisters head. "Please Abbey, I need you here with me."

Sam finally walked in, taking in the scenery. There were so many machines, he didn't know if she was alive or if the machines were keeping her from dying. He looked at the machine which monitored her brain waves. "It looks like...she's dreaming," he informed the others, pointing to the machine.

"Abbey," Dean whispered, trying to get her to respond.

Tears rolled off her cheeks, dampening the top of her baby blue tank. She couldn't see Sam, but she knew he was there. She could hear him. Knowing it was just a matter of time before he would continue his assault, she tried to talk with him; reason with him. "Sam, please, don't do this."

Suddenly, he came into view. "Oh, that's not an option, sweetie." He shoved something in her mouth. "Bite this." Raising the knife, he placed the cold slab on her bare arm. "This is going to sting a bit." He dug the blade into her forearm, causing more tears to fall from her eyes. She didn't scream, however. She bit down on the piece of wood in her mouth, almost breaking it.

After a while, he stopped cutting her. "I can make the pain stop," Sam whispered in her ear. "All you have to do is agree to join us."

Abbey turned her head, looking into Sam's eyes. "You're not Sam."

"It doesn't matter. What do you say?"

"No."

Sam sighed. She screamed as he pushed the knife into the tender flesh of her abdomen. "Wrong answer, Abbey."

Sam watched as Dean attempted to make contact with Abbey. There was little success however. Suddenly, he noticed a re spot on the blankets covering her. "Uh, guys," he started, standing and walking over to her. He pulled the blankets off of her, revealing a large gash in her side, and it was growing. "She's bleeding."

"Dean, come here," Flare commanded. Dean did what he was told. Flare grabbed his arm, placing her free hand on Abbey's growing wound. She closed her eyes, concentrating. Suddenly, Abbey's gash disappeared; however, it left Flare and Dean feeling weak and tired. A trail of blood trickled from Flare's nose.

Sam looked at Flare, confused. "What did you do?"

"Stopped the bleeding," Flare replied. "By using Deans energy. It will only stay like that for a bit, though," Flare clarified as blood continued to drip from her nose.

Sam nodded, handing Flare a tissue. "You're bleeding."

"Dean, go get the nurse," Flare ordered, taking the tissue. "This will only hold a minute." As Dean walked out of the room, Flare took a seat, feeling dizzy. Sam looked at her, concerned.

Breathing heavily, Abbey looked over at Sam again. "Why don't you just show your true form. I already know who you are."

"Don't be so sure about that," he answered, riffling through the bag of goodies he had. As he pulled out a blow torch, he smiled. Lighting it up, he leaned in closer to her. "Let's see how much more you can take before you break."

She screamed as the burning heat tore at her flesh, leaving gaping holes.

Sam saw the flesh on Abbey's shoulder burning. "What's going on?" he asked, walking over to Abbey. "She's...burning."

"Dammit, Abbey, wake up!" Flare demanded. Suddenly, something hit her. She looked up at Sam. "Dream root."

Sam laughed. "No way. That's too dangerous."

"Sam, please? She's my sister. Please?"

"I-I--" Sam started. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel, I do, but this is crazy. Dream root is dangerous and it could have serious side effects. Sometimes people don't wake up."

"Sam, you would do it. If it were Dean, you would do it. So please, please let me do this for my sister."

"Okay," Sam cracked, unable to bear seeing her in such pain. "But take Dean with you. I'll stay back and make sure no one comes in the room and bothers you while you're out."

Flare kissed him. "Thank you."

"Thank me when it's over."

Abbey was out of breath. And in pain. The demon inside Sam was relentless with his torture. She wished she could get out. Run far away from this place and never come back. But she couldn't move.

"Are you ready to join us, Abbey? If you do, all of this will stop, and you'll be free."

"I'll never join you." She spit on his face.

Slowly, he wiped her saliva away. "You know, I thought you were smarter than this, Abbey." He thrust the knife he was holding into her thigh and she screamed. "I guess you just need a little more motivation!"

Fresh tears streamed down her face as he twisted the knife, digging it further into her flesh.

Once everyone was out of the room, Sam cut two little pieces of Abbey's hair, stirring them into the dream root mixture. He handed a glass to both Flare and Dean. "Good luck."'

Flare and Dean nodded before drinking the dream root, both downing it in one gulp.

Flare's eyes opened slowly. "Ugh, my head."

Dean threw his hand up to his forehead. "I hear ya." Groaning he rose to his feet. "Come on, we have to find Abbey and get the hell out of here." He reached down and grabbed Flare's elbow, helping her to her feet.

Flare nodded. "Should we split up?"

"Uh, we would cover more ground that way. Can you handle yourself alone?"

Suddenly, Flare kicked him in the shin, jumping behind him and grabbing his arms "What do you think?"

"I think 'yes.'" He shrugged. "Now, get off me." The sound of a pained scream caught his attention. Turning to Flare, he said. "Maybe we don't have to split up after all." He ran as fast as he could in the direction of the yell, hoping Flare could keep up. Flare ran after him, soon passing him.

"Gah!" Abbey gasped. "Oh, you creepy little bastard!"

"Such a mouth on a pretty young girl like yourself."

"Bite me."

"Abbey!" Flare yelled as she burst through the door.

"Oh, look, we have company," Sam said as he saw Dean and Flare run through the door.

"Sam?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"It's not Sam," Flare said running at the Sam look-alike.

The Sam look-alike dodged, punching Flare in the mouth, sending her into the wall beside him. "Hi, Dean. I told you I was bad. I begged you to kill me, but you wouldn't. Now look what happened."

"You're not Sam," Dean mimicked Flare.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" he asked, throwing his hands to his head. "I am Sam. I'm what Sam is inside. I'm his rage, his anger, his hatred." He lunged at Dean, grabbing his shirt in his fists and shoving him into the door. "I"m what Sammy's going to become."

"Not if I can help it," Flare countered, spitting blood from her mouth. Suddenly, her hands lit up with flames and she ran for the demon.

Sam moved out of the way, timing it perfectly so that the fire that was meant for him would hurt Dean instead. "You can't. No one can. It's my destiny."

Dean ducked, the fire burning a whole in the wall right where his head had been moments ago. "Hey, watch it!"

Flare thought that maybe there was still a part of Sam inside this thing that claimed to be him. "Hey, not-so-nice Sam," she started, tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned to look at her, she grabbed him, pulling him close to her, kissing him.

Sam opened his eyes wide, confused at first. When he realized what was happening, he closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. He wrapped his large arm around Flare's body, pulling her closer to him, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

As the kiss continued, Abbey struggled against the bonds. "Dean! Get me out of here."

Dean ran over to Abbey and started to undo the bonds. "Abbey, your in control here. This is your dream!"

"No," Abbey cried. "I'm not in control. He is."

Sam broke the kiss."Mmm...that was good." Suddenly, he pushed her into the wall. "But Sammy's going to be jealous." He smiled maliciously at her as she smacked her head off the wall, blacking out. Then, he turned his attention to Dean. "Tsk, tsk, Dean-o. She's mine." He rushed over to him, tackling him to the ground.

"Just believe me!" Dean begged, struggling against Sam.

"Okay,"Abbey said. "Sam!" she yelled, rising to her feet. "You're not really here. And when I close my eyes, I'm going to be awake again, with the real Sam and Dean and Flare." Abbey closed her eyes, opening them again after she counted to ten.

Abbey gasped against the machines in her throat, choking.

"Nurse! Help!" Sam yelled, looking over at Flare and Dean as they began to come to. As soon as they were fully conscious, they joined Sam beside Abbey.

The nurses ran in and disconnected all of the tubes and machines that were keeping Abbey stable minutes before. She was fine, now, and they could not explain it. "It's a miracle," the nurse exclaimed. Like Sam hadn't heard that before. He thanked the nurses and he offered to fill out all the paperwork that didn't require a family member's signature so that Flare could spend more time with Abbey.

Abbey looked around the hospital room. All evidence that she had ever been tortured was gone, and she was safe now. As she looked at Sam, the words the demon spoke in her dream rang through her head. How could Sam possibly turn into that? He was so good and pure. He had one of the biggest consciences of all the people she had ever met in her twenty seven years of living. According to Dean, he felt guilty just surfing the net for porn. However, there he was in her dream, evil, a killer. And if that could happen to Sam, how the hell was she going to fight it?

Flare walked over to Abbey, tears of happiness staining her cheeks. "Abbey!" she cried, wrapping her arms around her sister.

Abbey returned Flare's hug. "Can we go now?" she asked, pulling away. "I hate hospitals."

Once Flare let her go, Dean wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad you're okay."

Flare smiled before walking out to the front desk to fill out the paper work.