Jocelyn
"Come on Joce!" It was Megan, her voice was as clear as a bell.
She could see her as well, dressed in pink shorts and a white tank, she couldn't have been more than 13 or 14, she looked so happy as she was poised on the verge of running.
"Wait! Megan!" she called.
"Come on, Joce!"
Megan wanted her to leave the shelter of the woods. "No Megan, I can't."
"Let's go home, don't you want to come home?"
"I can't leave Megan, I can't."
"Don't you want to go home, Joce?"
"I want to go home, but I can't leave."
"Why?"
"There's a monster."
"Monster?"
"Yea."
Megan frowned and came closer, Jocelyn almost cried she was real.
"I'm afraid, Megan."
"I'll be here with you, peanut." Megan said, Jocelyn smiled as she remember the nickname their mother had given her. "So will Dean and Sam."
Jocelyn frowned. "No, they're dead." The grief was more than she can take, she walked deeper into the woods.
"What do you mean?"
"Dead, gone, forever."
"Nothing is forever."
Jocelyn's heart broke all over again, memories flashed over her.
"No Megan! Stop it!"
"Come with me, Joce."
"I can't. I can't."
"I need you, Sam needs you, Dean needs you."
"No…. no….. no…." she cried out.
"Please, Jocelyn." The voice was fading.
"Don't leave me, please don't leave me!" she yelled. "I need you!"
"Come home." The voice called.
Tears coursed down her cheeks, her head ached, suddenly so many emotions, pain, grief, sorrow, hate, love ripped through her, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Jocelyn was stuck in her own worst nightmare.
He was here. Calling out to her.
"You can't hide forever."
The memories washed over her.
"Will I have to pin you down?" he whispered in her ear and Jocelyn felt his fingers in her hair, he jerked her head back against his chest and forced her back from the wall, his hand still covering her mouth. "Or will I take you from behind?"
Jocelyn gagged and her lungs burned, she felt her strength leaving her slowly until she could no longer fight the Demon, she felt paralyzed, trapped inside her body, for she could still feel, and hear and see what the Demon was doing to her. A spike of relief flooded through her as Sam's hand lifted away from her mouth and a fresh breathe of air filled her lungs, but didn't last long as the Demon threw her on the back, her stomach on the bed with knees on the floor.
"No!" She screamed. "No!"
"Come home! Follow me!"
The memories were so intense, she could almost hear his voice in her ear.
"I killed him, you know. Dean, that is. Murdered him with Sam's two hands." She heard his laugh. "Wrapped my hands around his throat and choked the life out of him very slowly."
The screams ripped out of her body, from her throat, from her lungs.
Pain flashed through her and she thought she would scream, she felt numb, her body separating from her mind, she seemed to be floating just above Sam and her, she swallowed convulsively as he thrust into her. She screamed in pain, felt Sam turn her head into the bed, she screamed and cried harder, her body came to instant awareness, every nerves overly stimulated with fear. Jocelyn sobbed into the coverlet, taking in as much oxygen as she could through the soft blanket, she body exploded again in pain as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Finally, wonderfully, Jocelyn passed out, the black surrounding her.
Jocelyn ran towards Megan's voice, she covered her eyes, covered her ears, even as tears ran down her cheeks, blinding her as she ran.
"It's a long way home." The voice said.
"So long."
Sam
Had he really heard that? Had he really heard her voice as he had walked into the room? She cried out, Dean woke up from his vigil and looked at her, her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, her heart rate was off the charts and doctors were beginning to bustle in. Sam got closer, he sat on the bed looking at her, her head tossed and turned, her body twisted then suddenly she shot up in bed and wrapped her long arms around Sam.
Tears flowed from her eyes onto Sam.
"Oh Sam." She cried. "Where's Dean? I need to see him."
"I'm right here." He said sheepishly.
"Dean!" She cried and then wrapped her arms around him. "I thought you were dead. I thought you were both dead."
"We're here, no worries, you're home."
"No…. a long way to home."
"We missed you. You have no idea. The last 2 weeks have been horrible without you."
"Two weeks?"
"You've been catatonic since the…."
"Yea." She said, not wanting him to finish, knowing how difficult it must be. "A long way to home."