chapter 26
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He was not alone. Even if he was not as trained as he was it was obvious from the breathing. It sounded ridiculuosly loud in his ears. It rang in them, echoing around
the dark.
"Hello?" He called out. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness but he could not make out the owner of the mysterious voice.
"Sammy.." Sam spun around, instantly alert. The owner of the voice, a confident man about his fathers age, watched him calmly.
"You again." The man nodded. Sam took a step back, annoyed that he was alone. He would feel so much better to have Dean beside him, backing him up, even if it
was only his dream.
"Young people these days. Such ingratitude. I come to help you. You were on the verge of dying boy and I brought you back. A little thank you would be nice." The
mans eyes flashed yellow for a split second. Sam saw but dismissed it as the mans eyes were normal again.
"Are dreams even allowed to correct you?"
"I am not a dream." The man was beginning to sound annoyed. "I am not even a nightmare." He chuckled slightly. Sam cocked his head inquistivly. The man shook
his head. "Inside joke." Sam frowned. "but you are dreaming. I just sort of, crashed the party." Sam nodded in spite of himself. He saw the logic. The last time he
was awake he was confined to a bed. Now he was up and walking.
"So," Sam offered, "are you here to show me the errors of my life? To make me change my ways?" Sam chuckled.
"Everybody is a comedian," the man grumbled. His eyes flashed and Sam saw a hidden anger. His smile disappeared. The man raised his hand, palm facing Sam. He
was thrown backwards until his back hit a wall.
"Oomph." Sam was surprised. Since when do dreams attack you? he wondered. He tried to move but could not. It was as though his limbs were held down by an
invisible hand. A very strong invisible hand. Sam grunted with the effort. The man sauntered over to him, talking as he went. Sam glared at him, the most he could do
to show his displeasure.
"Sammy...Sammy...Sammy. I saved you, as I told you before, because I can not let you die yet. You are going to be too valuable to me and my kind." The man smiled
and Sam scrunched his face in confusion. The man took a seat that Sam did not even see was there. He turned it around and the back faced Sam. He sat down and
eyed Sam. His gaze reminded Sam of one looking at their prey. It was one of hunger. Sam did not like it. It made him feel nervous. The urge to see Dean increased.
"Where are my manners?" The man slapped his head. "I know all about you but you probably do not know all that much about me," He squinted at Sam, "then
again, you probably do. I am the guy that killed your momma..."
The mans hand brushed his forehead. Sam gasped at the revelation. His eyes widened. He could not do much more. The scene disolved around him. The man
disappeared.
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"Where the hell am I now?" he asked out loud.As he squinted around he could feel his head swimming with the "revelation" the man had unveiled. Do I believe it?
He wondered. Deans voice came into his head.
...demons lie...
He shook his head. He looked around. It was a hospital room, he recogised instantly. God knows he had seen enough of them lately. He looked onto the only bed in
the room. He gasped. Dean lay there, imobile. Sam could barely see his face through all the machinery hooked up to his face. It was obvious Dean was in bad shape.
"DEAN!" he shouted. Hearing himself echo, he looked up. He saw another version of himself. This version looked healthy, apart from the look of fear on his face.
Between him and Dean stood a man. Sam squinted and recognised the same man from before. The other Sam could sense danger. He watched himself take a step
forward, unwilling to leave Dean. The man smiled. He repeated the action from before. Sam watched himself being thrown across the room to end up in a built in
wardrobe. He saw himself shake his head, dazed. He watched himself leap forward to try to get out of the wardrobe. The doors slammed closed. Sam could hear
knocking and pounding. The demon man smiled at the wardrobe. It burst into flames. The fire roared and Sam could feel the heat on the flames.
Sam was dying. He was watching himself dying! He fell to his knees in anguish, unable to do anything but watch.
Sams return to consciousness was rough. The effects of the sedative combined with what he had seen weighed on him. Could he really believe what he had seen? Did it mean
anything? Was it like the dreams he had about Jessica? Sam wanted to do something, even if it just turned out to be a dream He looked over. He could see his brother and father
beside him. The sight of them comforted him. He would never admit that he was scared, but wanted to call out to them and tell them what he had seen. All he could manage was
a whispered "Dean."
He saw Dean look over. He looks scared he realised. Sam wondered what was the matter. He fell uneasily back to sleep a few seconds later.
I wonder what I will see next? Was his final thought as his mind went blank.