Woohoo! Chapter five!

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Chapter five: The House

Dear friend,

I don't really want to talk about what happened last week. I know what I saw and I know it wasn't an episode, but according to Dr. Wells, it is an episode.

Dr. Wells: "Nothing was there, Samantha. Everyone said that they didn't see anything but you and your friend."

Me: "Bullshit. I know what I saw, don't tell me that I didn't see it. You didn't see what my own eyes saw and it wasn't playing tricks on me."

Dr. Wells: "But your brain might be." She pointed out. It was right then and there that I could no longer fully trust her because only one person said that to me: Azazel. Dr. Wells placed her pen down and clapped her hands together as she looked at me. I had her full attention for the first time and she was no longer smiling like she always was.

"When was the last time you dreamt about Dean?" she asked me. I opened my mouth but no words came out, when was the last time I dreamed about him? I shook my head, "I-I don't remember? I haven't dreamed about him since I got here."

"He isn't real, Samantha. He is just a fictional character, we researched online for this Dean Winchester and all we had was an actor named Jensen Ackles." I didn't want to believe her when she said. I shook my head violently this time; Dr. Wells grabbed a packet with information of Jensen Ackles. She handed it to me and but I refused to look at it or read.

"Jensen Ross Ackles; born on March 1, 1978; hometown Dallas, Texas." She read.

"No."

"Married to Danneel Ackles."

"Stop…"

"Has a 10 month old baby daughter."

"That's not true! Stop!"

"Cast in Supernatural"

"I said STOP!" I shouted at her. She looked at me with a smug look on her face, "You're a monster." I told her and she just chuckled, "I'm just stating the facts, Sammy." She said, "Not enough?" I stood up and slapped the packet out of her hand. I didn't mean to do that, but it just the anger taking the best of me at the moment and she was tempting me as well.

"It's all lies." I told her through my gritted teeth.

"Fine," she said calmly as she picked up her black and gold pen, "Tomorrow I will take you where you used to live." My blood ran cold now. Going back home is the last place I want to be.

Dr. Wells dismissed me and I just stomped out of her office and went to my assigned room. Cindy was there waiting for me, she was sitting on the corner of her bed but I just ignored her. I didn't want to talk to anyone or do anything for the rest of the day for that matter.

I was surprised that no one ever bothered to check up on me at least once to see if I was alright and that night for the first time I didn't take the sleeping pills and for the first time, I had a real nightmare. No memory but a nightmare that made feel trapped.

I saw my friends and my family but all of them buried six feet below and I was standing over their graveyard and in front of me only stood one tall light browned haired man with a big menacing smile. A man that I never seen before, but the way he called my name out and his finger telling me to come forward, I was being controlled.

"You're mine."

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When Dr. Wells plans a fieldtrip, she plans them with only one patient and a tech to come along just in case. To her 'In case', meaning if we have mental break down, she would need a backup to hold us while she sedates us. She's been out with patients before, from what I've seen, but there was never an accident. And I hope it stays that way.

Going to my old home was a very, very bad idea. I couldn't get inside because it only brought back memories, but I didn't have any other choice.

The Doctor and the Tech walked inside the old house while I stood outside and looked at it. The windows were covered with boards, the paint of the house were chipping off, weeds were growing around the house, the grass was tall than the usual, and few plants were dried due to the immense heat and the lack of attention.

As soon as I walked inside, everything looked different. Dust lay over every surface like dirty snow, pristine dust layer, not a foot print anywhere, dust bunnies the size of cotton balls tumbled across the floor boards towards the unseen skittles. Free papers piled up to the letter box and cascaded all the way to the foot of the rough wooden stairs, old tea cups lay on a coffee table thickly encrusted with dried up molds. Dust covered up mirrors on the hallway walls, the smell of mildew, air think with dust. The front large windows of the living room; the sunlight was streaming through the gaps of the heavy dry blood stained velvet curtains.

I stood at the middle of the living room as I took everything in; for a moment I felt like I was the only one at the house. There was an absolute silence, not even the hum of the refrigerator, the house only occupants weaved their webs between the spindles of the stair banister and from the ceiling to the wall, old cobwebs bellowed in the draft.

I heard Dr. Wells footstep since she was wearing high heels, "Anything looks familiar to you, Sam?" she asked as she peeked through the kitchen. I didn't answer her, I moved instead.

"Feel free to…refresh your memory, honey." She said.

My home was no longer a home; it looked more like a haunted house. Every turn I take, I get a quick flashback of the Winchesters, Bobby, Cindy and I running and shouting at each other. I walked upstairs and touched the dusty railing and looked at the top of the stairs. I remembered when Sam was standing there offering Cindy his hand for some reason.

I took one step at a time as I walked up stairs and when I reached the top, I was at the main hallway that contained three rooms and one main bathroom. I went directly to my room which was all the way to the back.

I stood facing my front room door, well the only door there is obviously. The door creaked open, moving, opening one centimeter at a time. It could move faster, but the wooden door has grown moldy and soft with water and neglect, and if you pushed it harder you'd probably right through the door. Once inside, a thick coating of dust and mold coats everything. I stepped in tentatively, as there are already several dark holes where floorboards have snapped, weak from mold and pressured downwards. Cobwebs brushed over my face as I stepped deeper into my room. A shiver ran down my spine when I saw my desk chair fallen and everything else misplaced.

My room, it looked so gray and lifeless. I heard the floor board creek already knowing that I wasn't alone, "Do you remember what happened here?" Dr. Wells asked. I had my back on her; I knelt down as I picked up a picture frame that was on the floor. It was a picture of my parent's and my brother.

"You were dragged out from your room by a murder. The same man that killed your parents and your brother." She said.

I glanced at her, "You're lying." I mumbled.

"Then explain the scar at the side of your ribs." She pointed out. The scar that she is mentioning I got it from someone else not from the murder.

*flashback *

It was one late afternoon and we planned to go back to our dorms to get our belonging but Sam suggested that the less people there are the better. The only closest place to the university was my parent's home.

That was the first day that Dean and I had full conversation but I still wasn't fully convinced that he was not acting. Not just him or his brother. Cindy and I were alone in my room while the boys waited down stairs speaking with Bobby.

"What should we pack?" Cindy asked as she held on a back bag and looked around my room.

"Clothes." I pointed out the obvious and she looked at me, "Well no duh smart ass. But I meant who should pack what?" I didn't say anything and shrugged my shoulder.

"You're not helping Samantha."

I gave her an exasperated look and just sighed, "Fine, you pack the clothes and I'll pack the toiletries and any other of your girly essentials and mine." She nodded and we got to it. I went to the bathroom that was in the same room and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed what a mess I was. I looked tired, as if I haven't slept for days and the clothes that I was wearing were baggy. I shook my head and just packed the essentials in the bag and then placed it down on the floor. I turned on the water faucet from the sink and washed my face, I felt rather dirty. I turned off the faucet and placed both hands on each side of the white marbled sink. I looked up at the mirror and I almost yelped when I noticed my younger bloodline behind me. I turned around and placed a hand over my chest.

"Jesus, Charlie. Don't creep up on me like that." I told him. I didn't hear him coming in my room. I passed by him and handed Cindy the bag.

"Charlie? I didn't see you come in." she said. Charlie walked out of the bathroom and smiled, "What are you guys doing? Another camping at campus?" he asked rather excitedly. It seemed really odd to me because he was never like that before. Ever.

I watched him carefully, "Where's mom and dad?"

"Talking to your friends. So tell me Samantha, how does it feel to be in a world of fantasies?" he leaned forward and backward very eagerly. Cindy and I looked at each other; my brother is not acting like he usually does.

"What do you mean?" I asked him and he walked forward, towards me.

"Let me take you back to Azazel. He can explain!" he said in a very cheerful tone. He grabbed me by my arm real tight and I tried to pull away from him.

"Charlie! What has gotten into you!" I asked as I managed to pull away from his grasp. My brother's body started to shake violently and then his face changed. His face transformed into a giant mouth with very pointy sharp teeth and bifurcated tongues. Cindy and I screamed as he began to attack us. I pushed Cindy forward and told her to run, my brother though; he got a good hold of me.

"Leaving so soon, sister?" he asked, "You just got back." He had both of his hands on my arms and started to shake me, "You can't leave yet. I made plans for us!"

"W-what have you done to my brother?"

"Little Charlie? Oh, he had to go bye-bye." He said as his face turned into a giant mouth again. I didn't scream, I didn't have the chance to scream until he got beheaded by Dean. The Leviathan blood got splattered across my shirt and the older Winchester threw the head across the room.

It was too much for one day, and not just because I just witnessed my brother being beheaded, but the rest of my family as well. My parent's bodies lay lifelessly on the floor and I didn't get the chance to say goodbye.

*End of flashback*

Dr. Wells said that she looked at the police report and the day that my family got murdered was two days later after I left. The beheaded part was correct but it wasn't done by the murder, it just wasn't correct. I asked her who was it and why they still haven't locked him or her up yet.

She said that he was still on the run and that the cops are doing all they can to catch him. It was such a shady cover up and I obviously didn't believe her, I just couldn't believe her or anyone for the PW facility. It was useless and pointless of them to bring me here, it didn't prove anything nor did it change my mind.

I gave one last look of my once used to be home. You can't tell what, but there is something unbelievably spooky about this place. Before I walked out, I looked at the crumbling tiles that let in the slightest glimpse of sunlight breaking through the evil darkness of the room. The tech placed a hand on my shoulder indicating for me to move along.

As soon as the car started to move, I looked behind and I noticed a man at the front step of the house. He was wearing a brown trench coat, black pants, a white button down and a dark shaded tie. His hair messy but still looked good on him, and also he had a very serious look. I didn't say anything to Dr. Wells or otherwise she would think that I am having another episode.

"Dr. Wells?" I called her out. She looked at me from the rearview mirror, "How was this visit going to prove me about The Winchester?" She gave me a grim look.

"I just told you back there about your parent's death, was that not enough?" I looked back at the fallen angel, how he got smaller and smaller as the car moved, "Then how do you know what is real from truth and lies?" she didn't answer this time, and I caught her. I smiled, it was something that Castiel taught me; your eyes never lie, and don't play tricks on you. It might be controlled by the brain, but cannot fool you.

-Sam.

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