Okay, I lied. I can't stop writing, even with finals coming up. Supernatural belongs to the WB. Takes place after Asylum. This story deals with physical and sexual abuse. I'll do my best to make sure it's done tastefully, but if you have gone through either of these situations, you may not want to read. And if someone feels it's not done tastefully, tell me and I'll take it down.


Sam Winchester was locked inside one of his nightmares again. But this time, it wasn't about Jess' murder or a preminition. It was a memory. The door to his room opened and a man was seen in the doorway.

"No," Sam moaned. The man quietly closed the door and approached as a young Sam scooted to the wall touching the pillow.

"Sammy?" the man asked.

"No, get away," Sam mumbled. He shushed the boy by putting a finger to his lips as he came to the bed.

"You don't want to wake up your aunt, do you?" the man queried.

"No. Not again," Sam pleaded. "No!" Sam exclaimed, waking up. His brother Dean muttered in annoyance. With choked gasp, Sam ran his fingers through his hair.

"What's goin' on?" Dean asked groggily.

"Nothin'. Go back to sleep," Sam responded roughly.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean questioned.

"I'm fine," Sam lied. Satisfied, Dean went back to the sleep. Sam, however, pulled the sheets from his bed closer, wrapped them around himself, and began rocking back and forth.