Hello everyone who's still following this story and if you are I am so grateful. I'm very sorry for the long delay in updating. I had a huge case of writers block but I think i'm back on track now. I hope you enjoy the new chapter and any reviews are greatly appreciated.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever. All the doorways on either side were firmly shut and locked, but if a person were to listen carefully, the sounds of scratching could be heard within each of them. As he walked he disregarded the sounds and headed for the last doorway on the right. He moved with a sense of purpose and authority which had been thoroughly earned. The door seemed to open on its own and he stepped through without incident and stared at the far wall with dull yellow eyes filled with disappointment.

Hanging there was a young man who had clearly been severely tortured. His flesh was covered with cuts and horrible burns that had been layered over one another many times. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling above and appeared to be unconscious.

The yellow eyed man absorbed all of this without flinching and took a few steps further into the room. The door slammed closed behind him and the noise seemed to disturb the poor man on the far wall.

"Good morning Jacob."

The hanging man flinched at the voice and opened his eyes to reveal soulless black orbs that took in the yellow eyed man with contempt, bordering on insanity.

"Sir." He mumbled out of dry, cracked lips.

"Sir? You choose to call me sir now? Oh Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. How you disappoint me. I've told you over and over again that you are to call me by my name. We've been through so much, you and I, that I believe a little familiarity is allowed, don't you?"

The man, Jacob, just continued to glare at the yellow eyed man. With a small sigh he walked all the way forward so that he was standing directly in front of Jacob. He was pleased when he noticed the small flicker of fear that crept up on the contempt in his eyes.

"Now then…shall we begin?"

As soon as the screaming began…the scratching stopped. One might see it as…respect, for a fellow prisoner. A moment of calm for someone suffering the same fate. Or…it could be that they wished to hear every last anguished cry, and revel in the suffering of the one who put them there. Either way…Jacob screamed and they listened in silence. He, like the rest of them, would never make it out alive.

The warm water was soothing in a way she hadn't felt in…her entire life, if she was being honest. The way the heat seeped into her very bones made her relax and feel at ease. It didn't take long for her to remember that she shouldn't let her guard down, ever, but by that time she no longer cared. It was strange…ever since breaking free she hadn't let herself have even a single moment of peace. That had been the purpose of escaping in the first place but-

You don't deserve happiness after what you've done silly girl…

Remember who you are, who I made you…

No peace…

"Shut up…"

Shifting in the water she lifted her leg and placed her foot on the side of the tub then grabbed a washcloth and dragged it over her pale skin. Dean had been right, she was filthy. It wasn't like she didn't know that but who could find the time when one was running for their life. As she cleaned up she took notice of the scars running up and down her leg. They were all self inflicted, he hadn't ever left a mark on her, but she'd used them to remind herself of who she was.

Who you are? You must be joking…

You are mine…

You always have been, and you always will be…

The cloth was flying into the empty corner even before she realized what she was doing and his laughter echoed around the room.

Mine…

Despite what her mind was telling her, she wasn't his, not anymore. It was becoming harder and harder to focus on the world around her but that one fact was clear.

"I am me…whoever that is…"

That thought brought her mind back to Dean Winchester. He seemed absolutely adamant that she was his younger sister Samantha. It was strange. She'd never really given much thought to her past. All that had ever mattered was the present. One day at a time. But now…she might have had a family.

"Samantha…Samantha Winchester…"

It sounded strange on her tongue.

"Hello. My name is Samantha."

Her forehead crinkled into a frown. Samantha was to long. It sounded like an old lady name. Maybe she could shorten it somehow.

"Hello. My name is Sam."

A smile flitted across her lips. Sam was good. Sam worked. It was certainly a hell of a lot better than what she was previously called.

What? I think Star is much prettier. My little Star…

She suddenly felt very warm. Much warmer than the water should be. Looking down her eyes widened when bubbles started to form in the liquid and it was growing hotter by the minute. It felt like her skin was burning. The urge to get out overwhelmed her and she shot up out of the tub. Unfortunately she wasn't quite prepared for the wet floor.

"Ahh!"

Her foot slid out from under her and she fell, hard. As she landed her arm bent awkwardly and she could even hear the snap as the bone twisted and broke.

"Ahhhh!"

The door burst open and she was startled to see Dean Winchester standing there looking as startled as she was.

"Sam are you okay?!"

They stared at each other for a moment before Dean's arm shot up and covered his eyes. "Jesus, sorry!"

She was very confused for a second before realizing that she was completely naked. It didn't really bother her but apparently for Dean, it was quite awkward.

"Umm, are you okay?" He asked again with his eyes still covered.

"I think I broke my arm…"

His arm quickly lowered and he started forward. "How the hell did that happen?" But then he again realized that she was naked and his arm shot up once more. "Dammit…this is ridiculous."

She watched in fascination as Dean walked over to the closet and pulled out a towel. Then, eyes still averted, he walked over and carefully draped it over her body before finally looking at her. The concern she saw in his eyes is what made her uncomfortable. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before.

"Here, let me take a look at it."

She shifted the towel so it covered her breasts and let Dean see her arm. It was obviously broken and she couldn't believe she'd been so stupidly clumsy. If the water hadn't started boiling her alive…

"The water…"

"What?" He asked as he gently cradled her arm. It was…almost like he cared that she was hurt.

"The water was boiling…"

He frowned in confusion before reaching up with his free hand to touch the water. His hand was in there for a few seconds before he retracted it and frowned at her. That certainly proved that the water was fine. His laughter once again broke out around her.

I'm sorry, I couldn't resist…

Her hand clenched into a fist and she felt like punching something. Toying with her…always toying with her.

"Oww…" She moaned when pain shot up her arm.

"Oops…sorry." Dean seemed genuinely apologetic and released her arm. "Okay, so… I think I might have to take you to a doctor. It looks broken and we don't have the stuff here to take care of it. You okay with that Sam?"

He called her Sam again. It seemed very presumptuous of him considering they just met and she didn't completely believe the whole long lost sister thing. And going to a hospital could be problematic. It would significantly delay her for one, and it might also raise a few eyebrows considering she didn't exactly have any health insurance. As if noticing her hesitation, Dean tried to comfort her.

"It'll be fine okay. I've been to the place myself and have always come out with all my body parts."

She couldn't help but smile a little at that. His idea of reassuring someone was implying that they might lose an appendage? Maybe going wouldn't be so bad though. Travelling with a broken arm would be a hindrance anyway, so why not get it put in a cast or something. At least that way it wouldn't heal crooked or anything. Like she needed one more thing to make her look like a freak.

I never thought you looked like a freak…you're beautiful…

"I am a freak, and it's because of you."

"Sam…who are you talking to?"

She looked away from the yellow eyes and smiling teeth in the corner and focused back on Dean who was staring into the corner and obviously not seeing anything. Why would he? There was nobody there.

"No one. Never mind. Are we going?"

He looked confused as he turned back to her. "Going where?"

"To the doctor. Broken arm remember."

"Oh! Right…uh yeah. Just wait here okay. I'll go grab you some clothes and we can go."

Before she could even respond he was out the door. Once he was gone she looked down at the faded scar on her wrist. Dean. She didn't remember doing it but she did know that she was the one who carved it. After all…it was in her handwriting. It had always been a source of comfort during the…bad days. The days she wished she could forget…

Why do you always want to forget? They weren't all bad…I made you strong didn't I? No one can beat you now…you're my shining star…my ace in the hole…

"Stop calling me Star. You know how much I hate it. Always Star this and Star that. Bit repetitive, don't you think."

What, me, repetitive? I don't think so…The only thing that's repetitive is you my girl.

Despite her best effort, she couldn't help but respond. "What do you mean by that?"

His smile widened and he walked over to kneel down beside her on the floor.

You always whine and complain about how horrible your life is, or was, but you did it didn't you…You chose to go along with it. You chose to drink it. And you chose to leave them behind. In the end my dear, you will always choose me…It is inevitable.

"Choices huh…you talk to me about choices…what a joke…"

You know me better than anyone…I never joke when it comes to you…

"Here you go Sam." Dean said as he walked back into the room. He was carrying a pair of grey sweatpants and a black ACDC t-shirt. She had no idea what ACDC was but it didn't really matter. Dean handed her the clothes and then stood there awkwardly. "So…umm…do you need any help, you know…"

She was confused for a minute before realizing what he was asking. "I can do it myself."

"Are you sure? Your arm…"

"I can do it."

Dean nodded and then left the room again. For the first time in a while she was actually, truly, alone and it was such a relief. He so rarely left her alone. She knew of course, that he wasn't really there to begin with, but after the consistency of his appearances it was getting harder to differentiate between reality and the hallucinations. They had been getting worse recently, the hallucinations, and sometimes she wouldn't come back to herself for days. She hated the memory loss but that was really the least of her problems. There was also the being hunted thing…and the fact that she was, quite literally, a monster of the very worst kind. She wondered if Dean would still want her as his sister if he found out the truth…

The hospital was loud. And crowded. And germ infested. It was a place that she did not want to be, but Dean kept insisting, despite the grumbling of Bobby, that she get checked out. It made her very uncomfortable considering how contaminated she was. It felt like being a lab rat again. Dean was with her the entire time while Bobby waited in the waiting room and it was, surprisingly, some comfort having him by her side.

"So. Broken arm huh. We can get that sorted. It will hurt but I'll do it as fast as possible to minimize the pain."

The doctor was young and he seemed friendly enough but she still didn't trust him. The way that he was watching her as he held her arm…it was unsettling.

"Don't talk much do you."

She narrowed her eyes at his condescension.

He just laughed and rested her arm atop the table in front of them. "Okay, so what color cast would you like young lady?"

"Treat me like a child again and I'll shove that pen right down your-"

"She'll have white!"

They both turned toward Dean who had placed a hand on her shoulder and was squeezing it slightly. Perhaps he didn't want her threatening the doctor…

"Yes," she said quietly, "white is fine."

Dean's grip relaxed and the doctor looked puzzled but he didn't say anything about it.

"Okay, white it is."

The whole process took about an hour and Dean had her sit out in the waiting room with Bobby while he took care of the paperwork. She felt uncomfortable with allowing him to take care of her but he was quite insistent. Looking down at her arm she tried to wiggle the fingers that were sticking out of the cast. Not much happened and she was disappointed.

"Hey. Girl."

Slightly startled she lifted her eyes and turned toward Bobby who was watching her with a wary gaze. "Yes?" She asked politely. The fact that he didn't trust her was somewhat amusing.

"What are you up to?"

She was puzzled. What did he mean 'up to'? She was only there because Dean wanted her to get her arm looked at. "I am not up to anything."

Bobby didn't look convinced. "You show up out of the blue with this broken, amnesia routine and have Dean do everything for you. Are you really his sister? Cause if you're just toying with him it'll be the last thing you ever do. You hear me?"

Of course she heard him. She wasn't deaf. Figuring that anything she said would be unconvincing, especially considering that she didn't fully believe Dean anyway, she said nothing. Bobby grumbled beside her but she was beginning to understand that that was just his personality. For some reason though, it was comforting knowing that Dean had someone looking out for him like that.

Boom! Crash!

The wall to her right suddenly burst outward in a hail of debris. The sound of it was deafening. Shooting up out of her chair she stumbled as she tried to get out of the way of the falling drywall. The dust was thick and it made breathing very difficult. Her eyes were locked on the giant hole in the wall and then she heard it. Growling. Realization hit her like a brick and before she could even think about it, her body was already moving. She sprinted out of the waiting room, down the hallway, past the gawking onlookers, and headed toward the front doors. If she could just make it outside. She couldn't let them get her. She was never going back…

"Sam! Wait!"

Dean's voice didn't even reach her as she hurried past the doors and out into the dark parking lot. The growling grew louder which only spurred her on faster. Thankfully the place was mostly deserted so there would be no collateral damage if they caught up to her. She knew what it would be like if they did catch her…she'd seen it with her own eyes more times than she could count.

It wasn't until she had crossed the parking lot and was in the trees beyond it that the sound disappeared. She slid to a stop and listened. Everything was quiet around her aside from her heart pounding in her chest.

"Calm down…calm down…" She whispered to herself.

"Sam!"

Dean's voice shot out of the darkness but it wasn't the comforting sound it had been before. Dean could be working with him. That's what it was. He had gotten her to stay in one place long enough for them to find her. How else could they have tracked her down? She was always so careful. Always moving, never leaving anything behind. She had to get out. She had to…get her things from the recreation center. She needed to get her things…she needed them…she needed it…it could help her get away…

I'm coming sweetheart…

I'm coming…

"No…no." Sprinting further into the trees she started heading for the building where she'd left everything. The place Dean had taken her from. It was a fair distance but she knew the way because of the recon she'd done before squatting there and she was very motivated. Dodging trees was simple enough and she made it there in record time.

When the rec center came into view a sense of relief washed over her and she pushed her legs even harder. No one was around so she managed to get in without anyone seeing. Keeping a low profile was something she was exceptionally good at. The door opened soundlessly, just like she'd left it, and she made her way into the building. Her things were kept in one of the back storage rooms and it didn't take her very long to find it. She'd only just reached the bag when she heard it again. The growling…

"No…please…"

You know what you have to do…

They'll get you if you don't do it…

She gently lifted the bottle from the bag and looked at it with a fearful gaze. She'd sworn she was never going to drink it again. She just wanted to be normal…

They were getting closer. Without a second thought she unscrewed the top of the bottle and downed it's contents. The power rushed through her and it was like the ultimate high. She spun around, ready to face her demons…but all she saw was Dean standing in the doorway, looking at her like a man who'd finally seen the truth.

If anyone had trouble with the thoughts in this chapter please let me know and i'll try to fix it in the next one. Hopefully it wasn't to confusing.