AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I had such a lovely birthday yesterday! Today I had my birthday dinner. I would've had it yesterday, but everyone so busy. So I had it tonight, and it was delicious! Yum yum yum! Lol. Christmas is almost here! Oh my goodness! I'm excited! Family, food, Santa, stories, cookies! Oh my! Hehehe. Alright, anyways. Guest, my darling, I still have your idea. I wrote it down, but I'm going to use it for another letter. I'm still working out a few minor kinks, and making some slight adjustments. So it's coming! Anywho, I got D all prepped and ready to go! So if anyone has any ideas, suggestions, or requests for E, F, and G, let me know! Here we go! Onwards with C!

maxandkiz-Oh my goodness! Hi! It's been a while :) Thank you for the birthday wish, I had a good birthday! And thank you! I loved that idea so much, I had to put it in 3

spnfanforlife-Baby Sammy and little Dean *squee* SUGAH! nomonomnomnomnomnom...dammit Gabriel..

Lilith-Thank you so much my darling! And I love this idea! It's adorable and I would love to write this! :)

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C-Chloroform (Set season 2 after ELAC)

"Split up?" Sam asked.

He and Dean had picked up another hunt after getting done with one. After their dad died, they've been on hunt after hunt. When they took a break, they went back to Bobby's and Dean would ignore Sam and work on the Impala until the dead of night. Dean was also impossible to talk too, and had a really short fuse. Sam believed it was partially his fault for trying to get Dean to open up.

"Yeah. Just don't caught. I don't want to come after your ass again." Dean said picking up his weapons and heading into the haunted house.

Sam sighed angrily and followed his brother into the large manor. Since he was getting no where with his brother, he picked a hunt and ran with it. This was supposedly a hot spot for restless spirits. The story of this long abandoned house is that a serial killer used it for a base. He would kidnap men to do his bidding, and women to "pleasure" him. If they didn't obey him, he would poison them with heavy amounts of chloroform. In low doses, chloroform was harmless and knocked you out for several hours, doctors used it long ago as an anesthetic for surgeries, in higher and continuous amounts it was dangerous and poisonous.

Sam watched as his brother disappeared around the corner, signalling that he was taking the bottom floor, leaving the top floor for him. He headed up the stairs. He scouted out the bedrooms and closets one by one, starting at the end of the hall and working his way to the other end. He thought about what he should do after this hunt. Dean didn't seem to want him around, but he couldn't really go anywhere. He sighed again, and shook his head.

'Now's not the time to thinking about this! I need to get my head in the game!' Sam berated himself.

About halfway down the hallway, he noticed the air got cold around him. He took out his EMF and it spiked. He got a horrible vibe and raced down the hall to one of the rooms and hid inside.

He backed away from the door and tried to come up with a plan. He didn't get too far with one before a cloth with a sickly sweet scent was pressed against his face. He struggled but it was no use. The angry killer spirit had a iron grip on him.

"Such a pretty boy." The killer whispered in his ear.

Sam weakly tried to get away, but failed as he fell into oblivion.

Dean cleared the bottom floor and the basement, and found nothing. He knew he should find Sam and help him out, but figured the kid could handle his own for awhile. He went outside and took a deep breath. He knew he was being hard and treating Sam horribly, but he couldn't help it. It was easier to be angry than to grieve. He just hoped Sammy would forgive him when it was all said and done.

Dean went to the truck they were borrowing from Bobby and got out his weapons bag. He put his weapons in and leaned against the truck waiting for his brother. After about an hour, Dean was pacing.

"Dammit Sam, what the hell!?" Dean swore.

He paced some more and noticed something. It looked like a hand sticking out of the ground. Dean got closer and swore. It was skeleton hand, and probably the killers bones. He raced back to the truck cursing himself. He found the bones and left his brother with the killer.

'Way to go Dean! Some big brother you are! First you kick the kid over and over, and now he's in danger! Sonuvabitch!' Dean kicked himself.

He grabbed the lighter fluid, salt, and a shovel. He dug out the bones in the hole in which a victim probably buried him in a haste to escape their fate. He tossed the bones further in the hole, splashed them lighter fluid, and then salted them. He took out a lighter and lit the bones a blaze. He heard angry screaming and then silence.

"Sam!" He called.

No answer. He called again and nothing. His blood ran cold and he bolted inside and up the stairs. He called for his brother every step of the way. He finally found his brother in one of the empty rooms, on the floor and unconscious. He rushed to his Sammy's side and tried to wake him, but failed. He managed to get Sam into the truck and got him to the hospital, where he woke up several hours later sick and really tired.

The doctor said that Sam was lucky and was one step from an overdose. But he would be fine in a few weeks. The drug needed to work its way out of his system. The doctor also said that Sam would be tired a lot as the drugs left, he would also have some headaches, dizziness, and nausea.

When they returned to Bobbys, Sam slept a lot and on the sleeper sofa, he was too tired to tackle the stairs, but when he was awake Dean was there to help him out. Sam was confused by Dean's sudden change. Dean was an angry person, but now he was back to almost normal. After a week Sam needed to confront Dean and his odd behavior.

"Hey kiddo! Great timing, I was just about to wake you for supper. Bobby grilled up some steaks. Mmm." Dean said nearly drooling.

"Great. Hey Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah? You okay?" Dean asked with concern.

Sam thought about it for a moment, and instead of confronting his brother, he would rid him of the guilt.

"I forgive you." Sam said.

Dean closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. He walked over to Sam and sat down on the sleeper bed, then pulled his Sammy into a hug. He pressed his forehead against Sam's.

"Don't give up on me Sammy. I'm trying, but it's so hard." He whispered.

Sam nearly cried, but held back his tears. He hugged his brother tightly.

"I know. I'm not going anywhere, nor giving up on you." Sam said.

Dean could breathe again. But this would not happen again. Dean promised himself, that this, Sam being in trouble to snap him out of his funk, will not happen again.

Poor Sam and Dean! I always feel like it takes one of them to be in peril to solve everything...oh wait...

Until Next Time! *plays Christmas Eve/Sarajevo: by Trans Siberian Orchestra on my electric guitar*