Sam carefully opened his eyes; his mind was confused as he struggled to recall the events of the night before. Random events from the night before flashed through his mind.

He closed his eyes again and all he could see was the dead girl staring at him as she died.

He shifted himself on the bad and sat up wincing as he did so. His stitches pulled at his skin and he hissed softly.

“You ok Sammy boy?” Dean asked keeping the worry out of his voice.

“Fine” Dean looked at him and decided no to comment on his brother’s blatant lie.

“You want some coffee?”

“sure” he didn’t really want the coffee he just wanted some time alone away from Dean in order to get his thoughts together.

He looked over at Dean finally registering that he was already dressed.

“How long you been up?”

“A while” he paused trying to plan his next words carefully “How’s your chest after last nights err …. Activities?”

“It’s ok” he said moving his hand up to his chest.

“Thanks for cleaning and stitching me up” Dean nodded a him and smiled slightly

“Well somebody has to look after your annoying ass, you err . .. want to talk about last night?”

“Nothing that I didn’t tell you last night”

“You sure? You going to be alright on your own while I get some coffee?”

“Yes Dean” He knew that he was just being concerned older brother but it would be nice if he didn’t treat him like a five year old.

After Dean had left in hunt of coffee Sam carefully pulled himself up and out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. He sat down on the lid of the closed toilet and put his head in his hands. The stench of his vomit still hung heavily in the room.

“get away from me”

His chest hurt, his wrist hurt, his head hurt. Pretty much every part of his body hurt. Why did all this freaky shit have to happen to him? Visions were one thing, but now they had the added bonus of being part of the show and getting injured in them, life was just unfair. He didn’t have the heart or guts to tell Dean about what he saw. He couldn’t not until he was sure of what he was dealing with.

He got up and turned the shower on and slowly undressed while he waited for the spray to warm up.

“Somebody please help!”

He stepped into the soothing spray of the water not caring that he got the gauze on his chest wet. He closed his eyes and braced his hands against the wall and let the water cascade over his head and down his back.

“Now now Sammy watch your tongue”

His wrist was sore and stiff, he noticed that it was bruised and swollen, he experimentally flexed his wrist checking to see if anything was broken, fortunately it just felt sprained another injury caused by his ‘nightmare’.

He pounded his uninjured fist into the tile trying to rid himself of the images ragging through his head.

“What wrong Sam” Said the man wearing his face “Don’t you like what you see?”

His head began to throb and felt detached from his body. He glanced around the room it swayed and moved around him on its own accord. His gasped as a pain jack hammered through his brain. His clutched at his head trying to ease the pain, the pain increased and he sank to his knee. The warmth of the spray on his back was oddly comforting as he was thrust into another vision.

The air was hot around him, his eyes water at the smell of burning flesh that hung in the air. The pulled himself to his feet noticing that his was fully dressed.

The warehouse had been replaced with an old abandoned house, the furniture was old and decayed and the outdated wall paper had started peeling from the walls.

By the look of it he was in the master bedroom, the bed had been made and was covered in a thick layer of dust and filth.

He walked out of the room and into the hallway. At the end of the hallway he noticed a single closed door. He walked towards it and noticed the cartoon stickers and cute animal images painted on it.

He reached his hand out and turned the knob. He gasped as searing pan rushed through his hand. He tears his hand away from the knob and glancing at his hand noticing the blister flesh of his palm. He wrapped his other hand in the cloth of his shirt and opened the door.

He was met by a wall of unbearable heat. Inside the room surrounded by fire was a baby’s crib its white painted bar’s reflecting the yellow of the fire. Standing next to it was the silhouette of a man standing next to it.

He yelled out to the man and braced himself as he prepared to walk towards the flames and to the man who had wrecked his family’s lives.

He was awoken by the sound of loud banging on the door.