Hello everyone! Here's the next chapter! I tried to put a bit more description of Sam in this chapter because a guest wrote that it was a bit lacking. I hope this helps you guys picture her better (despite the fact that i'm terrible at writing physical descriptions). Anyway, enjoy and as always reviews are appreciated.

Cowering in the corner of the dimly lit room, Winnie couldn't stop crying. She'd woken up in the place a while ago and no matter how much she screamed, or cried, no one was coming to save her. She'd heard someone screaming earlier but everything was quiet now. In a way, that was even more terrifying. Winnie had no idea where she was or how long she'd been there. The last thing she remembered was walking to school with Beth and then…nothing. She wanted her mom…

"You won't be seeing her any time soon."

The voice came out of nowhere and scared her. She scurried out of the corner and into the center of the room. "W-who's there?" She whispered into the darkness.

"Don't freak out. I'm just like you. Welcome to hell."

The voice seemed to be coming from the far right side of the room and appeared to come from the other side of the wall. "Where…are we?"

"Don't know. They don't let you see. What's your name?"

"Um…Winnie. What's yours?"

"Pleased to meet you Winnie. My name is Jessica."

Suddenly a loud clanging could be heard outside of the room. It was close but not close enough to be coming from outside her own cell.

"What's that?! What's happening?!"

"Don't let them break you Winnie. If I don't speak to you again, remember that one thing. Don't let them break you. Good luck."

"Jessica?! Jessica!"

A loud bang was heard, almost like a door closing and then there was nothing but silence.

"Jessica?"

There was no answer and Winnie knew that Jessica was no longer there. She felt even more alone now than before. What had the girl meant by not letting them break her? Whatever it meant…it didn't sound good. Winnie crawled back into the corner and pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on top of them.

"Please…someone help me…"

No one answered.

To say Dean was shocked was an understatement. One minute he was walking back toward the waiting room, and the next he was sprinting through trees trying to find his mentally unstable sister who had just randomly freaked out and bolted from the hospital. He figured she was in the middle of another one of her strange episodes and without waiting for Bobby he had just…taken off after her. He'd just gotten her back, there was no way in hell he was letting her go.

"Sam! Wait!" He cried as she disappeared around another tree. He had no idea where she was going or what she was running from. He briefly wondered if she could even hear him. It felt like they were running for an eternity before suddenly he burst out into a wide open space. It took him a moment to realize where he was and when he finally did, he was very confused. "Why the hell are we back here?" He mumbled to himself as he watched Sam head into the recreation center he'd found her in. Figuring the why didn't really matter, Dean sprinted after her.

The place was as creepy as always but, after everything he'd already seen in life, it didn't bother him. He checked the room he'd found her in but she wasn't there so he had to start checking the other rooms. It was taking far to much time. Then he heard a sound, like something falling to the floor. He was moving even before he realized what he was doing. He ran until he reached one of the back rooms and rounded the corner. What he saw made his blood run cold.

"S-Sam…"

She was standing there, blood dripping from her mouth, almost as if she'd been drinking it. That wasn't even the worst part. Her eyes…his baby sister's eyes…were coal black. It lasted only a second before they were back to their normal hazel, but it was enough. "Jesus…" His hands were moving out of instinct, he pulled the gun he'd kept hidden in his waist band…and pointed it at her.

She tilted her head slightly and fixed her gaze on the weapon. She made no move to attack him and he wondered, if she did, would he be able to pull the trigger? The answer was simple. The gun dropped and he stood there defenseless.

"Not going to shoot Dean?"

Her voice was emotionless and once again it seemed like a different personality than the ones he'd already seen.

"This is the truth," She continued stoically, "My truth. You call me Sam. Your little baby sister Sam, but the truth is you have no idea who or what I am. Hell, I don't even know. So you should just go. I'm a can of worms you don't need to open and I don't want anything to do with you either. For all I know you're working for Him…and that is something I will not accept."

The speech was nice. It was full of truths and lies and there was a coldness in her voice he'd never heard before. There was however one truth she failed to mention, and that was the fact that she was his sister. She may doubt it but Dean knew for certain and the DNA test he'd had the hospital run would only prove it. That being the case…he couldn't just walk away. And the way she'd spoken of this, Him, person…well, he had to find out who the bastard was. If he was hunting his sister…if he was the one who had taken her in the first place, then he would make damn sure she was safe. As for the whole blood drinking, black eyes thing…they'd figure it out together. But…maybe Bobby didn't have to be a part of it because he was sure the older man would freak out about it.

"Sorry, but no can do Sammy."

Her eyes widened a bit, maybe out of shock. "What?"

"I said no can do. One thing you should know about me is that I'm a stubborn son of a bitch. You're my sister whether you believe it or not and that means your stuck with me. Oh, and has anyone ever told you that you have wicked mood swings?"

Sam's eyes narrowed slightly and a cruel smile appeared on her lips. "Mood swings huh…" She brushed her shoulder length brunette hair back and took a small step toward him. "You think I'm having mood swings? I feel so sorry for you Dean. You're just far to pathetic. You lose your sister as a child and now your going to be killed by the person you think is her."

Without waiting for a response she lifted her unbroken arm and held her hand out toward him. For a moment nothing happened and then suddenly he was flying backward into the wall behind him.

"Ugh!" He groaned as he fell to the floor.

"I used to only be able to do this with demons but before I escaped I learned a new trick. I don't think I'll finish you that way though. I prefer using this."

Dean watched as Sam pulled a knife out of the bag sitting at her feet. She slowly started approaching but he found himself being unafraid. His sister was in there somewhere and whatever was left of her wouldn't let her kill him. He was absolutely certain of that.

"You're not gonna fight back? Well, it doesn't matter. As long as you could be working against me…I can't let you live. Goodbye Dean."

He sat there silently as the blade came for him. It was about an inch from his face when it froze…just like he knew it would. Looking up he saw Sam tightly clutching at her head with her cast covered hand and the knife was starting to shake. "Sammy?"

"Stop calling me that!" She screamed as she jerked herself away from him and collapsed against the far wall. He remained where he was, just watching her, to see what she would do next.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Sam continued screaming at the top of her lungs. If he didn't do something she was going to wake the whole damn neighborhood.

"Sam that's enough!" He yelled over her. As if that was some kind of trigger her screams just, cut off. The knife dropped from her hand and she became eerily silent.

"Sam?"

She looked completely drained. It was the first time that he was really able to see her as she was. Broken. He could find remnants of his little sister in the brown color of her hair, the hazel eyes that made him putty in her hands…and the soft features of her face that made her the spitting image of their dead mother. But that was it, only the physical characteristics remained the same. On the inside she was just…horribly broken. It was his first time realizing the extent of the damage and he realized how stupid he'd been to think she'd just accept what he was telling her.

"I'm sorry Sa-I mean…I'll stop, okay?"

Her eyes slowly traveled up toward his face and he was startled to see tears poring down her pale cheeks. "I don't know what to do anymore…I don't know what's real…I don't know who I am…"

Dean sat there across from her and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I know who you are. That's all that matters. I'll help you, okay? As for this whole blood drinking thing…well, it's friggin messed up but…we'll figure it out. I need you to trust me."

Sam gave out a shaky laugh and smiled grimly through her tears. "Trust? What's that?"

Without saying anything, Dean stood up and walked over toward her and held out his hand. "Come on. Let's get outta here."

She hesitated for a moment before shakily reaching for his hand. "I can't stay here Dean…I have to go…"

"Well, then we'll go. Tomorrow."

She frowned and looked about to protest but Dean knew that if he let her do that she'd end up convincing herself to leave him, so he decided to beat her to the punch.

"Don't say it okay. You need to rest. We'll go first thing tomorrow."

Sam didn't say another word as she was pulled to her feet. Dean didn't know if it was because she just decided to give up or if she was to tired to fight anymore. Either way he was glad that they were finally getting somewhere. As they were leaving though, she grabbed the bag that had been lying on the floor. The one she had taken the blood from. He briefly considered telling her to leave it but figured that wouldn't go over very well. In the end he decided to let it go for the moment…but in the back of his mind, he wondered what else she had in there…

Once they were out of the building he decided to take her back to Bobby's instead of the hospital because odds were that they would try and lock her up or something. He pulled out his phone to let the man know where they were and ask for a ride.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll come get ya. The crazy died down yet?"

"I don't know. She's not freaking out anymore if you call that progress…"

Bobby sighed and Dean could hear him getting into his truck.

"Bobby-"

"I know. I know. I'll be there in five."

Without waiting for a response, the guy hung up. It was Dean's turn to sigh. He made his way down to the nearest road and started heading in the direction of Bobby's. They'd be picked up along the way. Sam followed silently behind him and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was doing.

He had spent his entire life hunting creatures of the dark and killing them so the world would be a better place. It was kind of the only thing that kept him going after his mom was killed. Then when Sam was taken, well, things only got worse from there. And now here he was, not killing someone, who clearly had demonic abilities. Sam's eyes had been unmistakably black and she had thrown him against the wall with whatever powers she had. Who knew what other things she could do?

"Dean?"

He continued walking, lost in his thoughts, but then he felt a light tug on his arm and glanced over at her. She looked like a scared little kid. It was still hard for him to believe that she was nineteen years old…she looked so much younger.

"Yeah?"

"I'm…sorry I tried to kill you Dean."

He smiled despite himself. "It's okay. I won't hold it against you."

She didn't say anything but a soft smile appeared on her lips and Dean knew he was doing the right thing…even if nobody else did.

Thirty minutes later they were back at Bobby's and Sam was crashing on the living room couch. He couldn't help but watch her sleep and try to figure out what they were gonna do next. He'd told her that they would leave in the morning but he had no idea where they would go. As he watched her sleep he started getting annoyed at his father again. When he'd tried to contact John earlier, the man hadn't answered. He'd tried again when they got back to the house but there was still no answer.

"She still asleep?"

He turned to face Bobby who was standing in the doorway.

"Yeah."

"Any word from your dad?"

"No. The bastard still won't answer. How the hell am I supposed to tell him about Sam when he won't even answer his phone?"

Bobby looked over to Sam where she lay on the couch. "You still don't even know for sure yet."

"Bobby. She is Sam. I'm not gonna argue with you about this anymore. Anyway, in a few weeks the D.N.A. test I had the doc at the hospital run will prove it."

Bobby's eyes widened in surprise. "How'd you get'em to agree to that?"

"Bribery goes a long way." Sighing, Dean dragged a hand through his hair and turned to Bobby. "We're gonna head out in the morning."

Bobby looked skeptical. "Where are you planning on going?"

"Don't know. I'll try and get a hold of dad and then take Sam to him. Until then we'll drive around I guess. She seems to think someone is after her, so I think it would be better for her on the road."

They both looked over at the sleeping girl on the couch.

"You know, asleep, she doesn't look like a crazy person. And…I'll admit, she does bear a slight resemblance to your mom."

"Thanks Bobby."

"Anytime kid. But…are you really prepared to take care of her…like this? I mean, she has some serious issues Dean. Where the hell has she been for twelve years?"

Bobby did have a point. He wasn't exactly an expert in psychological disorders and there was also the issue of the demonic abilities. He kept that one to himself.

"Honestly? I have no idea. I'm gonna do it anyway though."

Bobby laughed and then turned to leave. "I figured you say that. Don't forget to try your dad again."

Dean shook his head and watched him go. He was extremely grateful for the man's help, but sometimes he could be a pain in the ass.

After Bobby was gone, Dean continued to watch his sister sleep. He was having trouble reconciling the…person, who had tried to kill him earlier, with the sweet kid lying on the couch. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. Despite the fact that they had already tested her in various ways, she had still used abilities that a human being wasn't supposed to have. Those terrifying black eyes were haunting his mind. And the blood…

"Mmm…please no…please…"

Sam was mumbling in her sleep. He walked into the room and knelt down beside her. Her face was scrunched up in pain.

"Dean…"

He was slightly startled when he heard his name. Reaching out, Dean gently placed his hand on her forehead and brushed her bangs away from her face. "I'm here Sammy. I'm not goin anywhere."

It was a long night but morning eventually came. Dean had passed out on the chair across from Sam after finally managing to calm her down. He was woken by the smell of coffee and slowly opened his eyes.

"Holy shit!" He yelled and nearly fell out of the chair when he saw Sam's face right in front of him.

"Good morning Dean." She said nonchalantly with a smile. He stared blankly at her and then noticed that she was holding a steaming cup of coffee out to him.

"G-good morning…uh…"

"Sam."

He was again surprised. It was just the other night that she was freaking out when he called her that and now she was okay with it?

"But I thought you didn't want me to-"

"I've decided that I like the name."

Still smiling, she forced the coffee into his hand and stood up. She looked at him for a second before turning and heading for the kitchen. Dean sat there dumbly for a minute before Bobby suddenly entered the room.

"What's the stupid look on your face for?"

He turned confused eyes toward the man. "Sam just brought me coffee."

Bobby laughed and pulled his baseball cap onto his head. "Yeah, well she's been up for two hours. Made me bacon and eggs. I think there's some out there for you too."

Dean couldn't really think of anything to say to that. Sam made breakfast?

"I gotta head out Dean."

Shaking off his stupor he tried to focus on Bobby. "Sorry, what?"

"I said, I gotta head out now. I probably won't be back before you leave so call me when ya can okay."

"I will Bobby. And thanks again for everything."

"Yeah yeah. Just take care of yerself and that girl in there. You need anything, you let me know."

"Will do. Oh, and if you hear from dad let me know."

"Sure. Bye Dean. Bye Sam!"

"Bye Bobby!" Sam yelled from the kitchen. Dean just shook his head and watched Bobby leave. The second the man was gone Dean got up and headed for the other room. Inside the kitchen he found Sam standing at the stove wearing a flowery apron. She was also humming a song he couldn't recognize.

"What are ya doin in here Sam?"

She turned to him with a smile and he was once again struck by her resemblance to their mother. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and on her right cheek was a little bit of flour. It was…perfect. The girl from the previous night was nowhere to be found.

"I made you eggs Dean. And I tried to make pancakes but we didn't have chocolate chips so I scrapped that idea. Oh! And I also made toast too. Sit down."

She was so excited that he couldn't refuse. He sat at the table and watched in amazement as a huge heaping plate filled with eggs, toast and bacon landed in front of him.

"Wow. This looks great Sam."

She smiled even wider before sitting down opposite him and staring at him, which he found really weird but tried to ignore, because she looked so happy.

"So, uh, why don't you eat something too Sammy?" He asked as he shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"I already ate and it's Sam."

"Oh okay…wait, what?"

"S.A.M. not Sammy."

"Oh, uh, sure. Sam."

The conversation seemed to die after that but she appeared to be pretty content just…watching him eat. Suffice it to say, he ate as fast as he could.

Forty minutes later he was done and they had tag teamed the dishes. He washed and Sam dried due to her cast issue. The entire time she had still been humming that same song from when she'd been cooking. A part of him had been tempted to ask her about it but she just looked so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb her.

"Are we going now?" She asked abruptly as he put the last plate away. Turning to face her, he could see the underlying nervousness in her eyes.

"Yeah Sam. We're leaving now. Why don't you grab your bag and the one I packed for you and bring them out front. I'll get my stuff and meet you out there okay."

She nodded in understanding and headed off. Dean sighed and glanced around the kitchen. He hated doing domestic crap but doing it with Sam…was pretty nice. He walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

He'd packed his things the night before so all he had to do was grab them from upstairs and head out. He locked the doors and went to meet his sister. She was standing by the car with a faraway look on her face and his stomach sank. What if she was about to lose it again? But then she heard him and turned to him with a smile on her face. He immediately relaxed.

"Hey Sammy, ready to go?"

She frowned slightly when he said Sammy, but she nodded anyway.

"Alright then." He walked over, opened the trunk, and put all of their bags inside. Sam watched him silently but he could feel her unease. The need to leave was rolling off of her in waves. He gestured for her to get in the car and she practically ran. He walked over to his side, got in, and started the car. It was then that he noticed she had started to relax a little. He was becoming more concerned about what she was running from by the minute. Deciding to focus on one thing at a time, Dean turned on the music and headed out of the driveway. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder what he was getting himself into.