Worry Ch 9

Dean wakes up and listens for a sound. The bunker was too quiet. He decides to get up and pokes his head around the corner when he sees Blair and LJ on the couch asleep and Amy was rocking little John in the rocking chair. With a small smile, he stepped back into the room and saw Sam standing there, staring at him. Dean jumped, slightly startled. He had not expect Sam to be awake. Dean embraced his oversized little brother in a hug and patted him on the back.
"Good to see that you're up!" He exclaimed, offering Sam a beer. Sam gave Dean a confused look. Sam looked at Dean with confusion in his eyes. Dean's smile slowly faded as he realized the look on his brother's face.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" He gripped his brother's forearms in his hands and stared at him, trying to figure out what was going on. Sam pulled away and avoided Dean's worried eyes.
"Dean, I know this is just a memory, but I don't think I'm going to be waking up anytime soon." Stunned into silence, Dean thought about what Sam was talking about. That is when it hit him. The african dream root. He drank some to get into Sam's dream to see what was going on. Sam was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Dean sat on the bed next to his brother. He did not know what to do in emotional situations, so he just sat there and waited. When Sam finally looked up Dean offered him a smile.
"No chick flick moments." Sam smiled back.
"Sammy, I am not a dream. I'm real. And I apologize for not getting there in time. For not protecting you." Dean closed his eyes to hold the tears back. They began to well up and slowly began to seep through his closed eyelids. Sam placed his hand on the back of his brother's back.
"Dean, I know that you do the best you can. It wasn't your fault. You have saved me so many times. Crowley could have killed me." Dean took a deep breath and wiped his face. He pushed up from the bed and turned to Sam who looked up at Dean. Dean placed his hands on both of Sam's shoulders and bent over so he was staring directly into his little brother's eyes.
"I will never give up on you, Dammit! There is nothing, nothing past or present that I would ever put in front of you. You are my baby brother. I sold my soul for you Sammy, and I would do it again." Dean swallowed trying to get the lump that formed in his throat to go away. He ran his hand across his eyes and sniffed. Sam stared at Dean, looking like a lost puppy. Dean straightened and patted Sam on the back.
"I lo-" Dean sat up. He was awake. And staring at his brother who was staring up at the ceiling. A knock on the door behind him made Dean jump. He turned and saw Amy leaning on the door shyly. Dean looked back at Sam who was laying there, eyes closed again. Did Dean imagine that Sam woke up?
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I'll just..." Amy trailed off as she turned away. Dean got up and grabbed her hand.
"Amy, I'm sorry. About everything. It's just... Sam is my brother and I would do anything to protect him." Amy leaned forward and pressed her lips again Dean's. She pulled back and saw shock in his eyes.
"Listen, I read the books. I've heard the stories. You guys are popular, that's for sure. But one thing I know for sure is that you and Sam can get through anything together. I know he will pull through as long as you don't ever give up on him. No matter how long it takes." Dean watched as she gave him an encouraging smile, then turned and walked down the hall.
"What just happened?" He asked himself.

"Just call us when he wakes up, okay?" Sam heard LJ say. He heard a baby babble and Blair immitate it. Then he heard another female voice, but he couldn't put a name or face to it.
"It was nice meeting you guys. Take care of yourselves!" He heard the sound of bodies pressing together and light kissing, probably on the cheek. He noticed throughout the years that girls tended to do that when saying goodbye. Sam tried to open his eyes, he tried to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat.
"I will make Sam call you himself just so you know he is alright. Thank you both for staying here and helping out." He heard Dean say. He sounded tired and his voice was scratchy. He listened to the chatter as it faded down the hall. When the room was silent again, he tried to move. He tried to lift his hand, but only managed to make his finger twitch. What the hell was going on?
"Hey Sam." He felt his body jump. He had not heard anyone walk into the room.
"I know you are awake. I see the change in breathing. Now I'm curious as to why you're pretending that you're still asleep." He felt a feminine hand on his arm that gripped him tightly. He felt her breath as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Her breath smelled like peppermint gum.
"Wake up." She whispered. Suddenly, Sam's eyes flew open and he had control over his body. He blinked his eyes a few times before he saw the girl walk into the room. When her eyes landed on Sam's, they opened wide and she put her hand on her heart. This was the girl from his dream! The pretty blonde.
"Who are you?" He asked, surprised when his voice sounded rusty.
"Dean!" She yelled, fear in her eyes as she stared at Sam. He narrowed his eyes... Was she a witch? Dean came running around the corner and stopped in the doorway. He and Sam locked eyes. Dean took a cautious step forward without taking his eyes from Sam's.
"Dean, what's goin-" He was cut off by a tight hug from his brother. Dean was squeezing the breath out of him.
"Can't... Breathe." Sam got out. Dean immediately loosened and held Sam at arm's length. A huge smile was plastered across his face.
"Sammy, you're okay!" Dean kept his hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled big at his brother.
"Who is...?" Sam looked back at Amy who was standing just inside the door. She was staring at Sam in shock. Dean looked back at her and motioned for her to come over. She forced a smile and hesitantly walked over to where Sam was now sitting.
"Sam, this is Amy. She has helped me to save you. She helped me find you, rescue you, and get you back here." There was a slight tremor in Dean's voice when he said rescue.
"You were in my..." Amy nodded and grasped his hand in hers. This hand felt very different from the other that touched him earlier...
"I am so happy you are awake and not trying to attack me this time." Her eyes finally showed that she was calm, but alert.
"You hungry Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother. As if on cue, Sam's stomach growled. Dean smiled and helped Sam stand up. He and Dean walked to the kitchen, followed by Amy.

When Amy got into the shower, Sam decided to tell Dean what happened and how he woke up.
"And the she whispered 'wake up' in my ear and I did. Next thing I knew, I was staring at some cute blonde chick in the doorway who looked freaked out of her mind." Dean's eyebrows nitted together as he got lost in thought.
"Sam, you said she was in your head... What do you mean by that?" Sam explained to his brother about what had actually happened, or what he could remember anyway. When Amy walked into the kitchen drying her hair, Dean turned and looked at her. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Sit down, Amy." Dean's voice sounded menecing. Sam had the lost puppy dog look on his face once again making Amy feel uncomfortable. She awkwardly sat down and put the towel on her lap.
"What's up..?" She asked, trying to hide her shaking body. Dean folded his hands and placed them on the table as he leaned forward.
"Are you a witch?" He asked her, voice completely serious. Amy relaxed a little bit. She shook her head.
"No sir. Why do you ask?" Dean watched her every move.
"You were alone with Sam in his head and when he woke up. If you are, I promise we won't gank you." Amy had a confused look on her face. She look to Sam for help, but he seemed just as lost as she was. She let out a sigh.
"I'm not a witch, I swear. You can test me however way you want. I do however know how Sam woke up." She now avoided the stare of both Winchesters and focused instead on her fingers. Sam reached over and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Amy, how?" His voice was soft and gentle and for some reason made Amy want to cry.
"It was not me. I found her looking for you in your head..." Sam was lost, but Dean caught on.
"Jess?" He asked, making Sam's head jerk in his direction. Amy nodded and again focused on her fingers.
"How did Jess wake me up, Amy?" Sam was now leaning forward and staring at her. Amy shook her head. She decided that she was done talking. Sam and Dean finally gave up after a while of pressing her to talk. When everyone had fallen asleep, Amy snuck out of the bunker and stole a car. She left a note on the refridgerator before she took off. She let them know that they would never see her again. After driving for a while, Amy pulled over to get gas. She walked in and paid the guy enough to fill up her tank. A police car pulled up behind her making Amy antsy. This was a stolen car. Hopefully he didn't know. The police officer nodded at her and waved and smiled. Quickly placing the nozzle back, Amy jumped into her car and drove off.
"Phew, that was close." Just as she finished that sentence, she saw flashing lights behind her. She cursed silently and pulled over.
"Problem officer?" She asked with an innocent smile. He was not smiling.
"Step out of your vehicle miss." Amy's heart sank down to her stomach as she slowly got out of the car.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, trying to keep innocence in her voice. With a smile, the police man shook his head.
"No, you didn't. But you are in trouble." He blinked and his eyes turned black. Amy's heart stopped altogether when he grabbed her. She tried to get away, but was quickly knocked unconscious. When she awoke she was sitting at a table and Crowley was staring at her with a smile on his face.
"You saved Sam Winchester. Why?" He was drinking some kind of alcohol tha Amy have never heard of before.
"Bite me." She whispered. Crowley rolled his eyes as he got up and walked over to where Amy was tied up. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I'll make sure your friends are nice and safe!" and she was knocked unconscious again. Next time she awoke, she was back on the side of the road in the stolen car. She got out her phone and called Dean. She had no idea what time it was but she didn't care.
"Hello?" Came his groggy voice.
"Dean, Crowley is coming after you guys. Be careful." Amy warned.
"What?" Dean seemed like he was now awake. Amy hung up on him and started the car. The best thing she could do, is run.

The end ;)

Worry Ch 8

Sam awoke to light streaming into his eyes. He realized he was sitting in a chair and blinked several times before his eyes adjusted. He was in a white room. Sam pushed against his legs to stand up and winced when he put pressure on his right shoulder. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous. He cracked his neck and went to crack his back when he noticed a figure laying on a bed. It was a girl. She had long blonde hair that spread all over the white pillow she was laying on. Her lips were pink. Sam thought that she a beautiful and he thought he knew her. Why did she look so familiar? Her perfect pink lips opened as she yawned and blinked her eyes a couple times. Sam took a step back so he didn't startle her. She looked over at Sam with cool blue eyes that have seen a lot. She had the look about her that she has had a difficult life. She sent a tentative smile toward Sam and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her gaze was focused downward and she seemed shy. Sam cocked his head slightly. Her smile dazzled him. When her eyes finally met his, memories plowed into his head. He became dizzy as everything hit him all at once. A scared look was on the girl's face as Sam felt himself fall down. He fell into a dark abyss and was consumed by it. He lost track of how long he was falling and did not realize when he had finally stopped. This time he was in a dimly lit room. The walls were a creamy white, not like the others. Sam was on a couch and suspiciously looked around the room before sitting up. He took a step forward and almost fell backwards when dizziness overwhelmed him again. He felt the bile begin to rise making him sit back down again. A shadow drew his attention to a girl with layered black hair and blue eyes with green specks in them. He knows that he had helped her, saved her life. He could not remember what had happened, but knew that he cared for this girl. The she was a friend of his. Behind her, another girl that looked almost exactly like the first girl walked forward. She had long black hair that went down to her waist. Her eyes were a bright green that smiled when she saw him. She sat next to him and waved her hand to the other girl, inviting her to come from around the corner. Sam knew these girls, but he didn't remember how he knew them. The first girl took a tentative step towards them, then another until she was right in front of Sam. He noticed that there was a bundle of blankets in her arms. On closer inspection, he realized she was holding a child. The girl placed the small child in his arms and watched him as he stared at the tiny thing in his arms. He had his mother's eyes. Sam felt his lips curve into a smile as the baby began to laugh. Soon, he was laughing with the child. He looked up to see both the girls smiling at them. This moment seemed perfect. Sam wanted to freeze it even though he still did not know these people. When he looked back down at the child, it had begun to cry. Not knowing what to do Sam looked up to the girls to help him only to see them fading away. The mother had tears streaming from her eyes and was reaching out to Sam and the baby, but he was getting further and further away. It looked as if she was screaming, but all Sam heard was the baby. The other girl was running toward them, trying to catch up. The harder she tried, the further away they got. Sam began to panic and tried to give the baby back when it slipped from his hands. He frantically reached for the child but it fell into a deep nothingness. Sam's head began to pound once again as he was pulled into the darkness. He reached out to touch something, but there was nothing there. He clawed the empty blackness, hoping to find something when his hands finally got ahold of a string. He pulled it close to him as he began to smell whiskey. The dark nothingness changed into him being in a car on the road. He held out his hand to see what he had grabbed; a necklace. It looked like an amulet. This seemed familiar as he examined it.
"Sam? Sammy!" He heard a worried male voice call out. He looked to his left and saw a man driving, looking toward him and back at the road. His eyes were angry, yet scared. Sam wanted to reach out and let this man know he was alright, but he couldn't bring himself to. What was going on? Where was he? The necklace began to grow hot in his hands, making Sam drop it. As fast as everything came, it left leaving Sam laying in a forest. Sam lay there for what seemed like hours. He was scared that if he moved, he might hurt someone else.
"Sam. Sammy!" He heard the voice far away. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, he saw the same guy from earlier in the car, this time wearing the necklace.
"Thank God you're okay!" The man raced to Sam and embraced him in a tight hug. Sam's head was pounding once again. The man pulled away and stared at him.
"Sammy, talk. Are you alright?" The man was worried.
"Who are you?" Sam asked, surprised at how strong his own voice sounded. Hurt flashed through the man's eyes.
"I'm Dean. Your brother." Shock filled Sam. He had a brother?
"What happened?" Sam asked, trying to remember. He felt the darkness coming again and braced for the hit. He watched as the man, Dean, vanished into thin air leaving him alone. Sam began to grow irritated with this darkness. He heard a twig snap and looked to where he heard it. Coming toward him was the pretty blonde from the white room. Sam got to his feet and watched the girl until she stopped. She was so close that Sam could feel her breath on his chest.
"Sam, come with me." She held out her hand, palm up toward Sam. He warily stared at her, unsure whether he should trust her or not. Deciding that she was okay, he grabbed her hand and was again in the white room from earlier. The girl had a sad smile on her lips.
"I'm sorry everything happened the way it did. It wasn't supposed to go like that." She offered him to sit down which he greatfully did. He felt like his head was going to explode again.
"My name is Amy. I'm the reason that you are here." Sam stared at her, unsure of what to say.
"You're probably thinking 'where's here' well, I'll tell you. We are in your head." Confusion struck Sam as he tried to think.
"There was a type of demon, I think. His name is Jexx and he is one evil son of a bitch. He is unlike any demon I have ever come into contact with. Now if you think back, you might remember that he possessed me, but I assure you that I'm me."
"How can I be sure?" Sam narrowed his eyes, unsure whether he should believe her or not. She held up a jug of water.
"This is holy water. If I were a demon, this would burn the shit outta me." She took a swig and nothing happened. Then she held up a packet of what looked like salt.
"Salt is a natural preservative and antiseptic that has long been used as a purifying agent in folk magic therefore, a demon cannot pass over a line of it and they do not like it." She put the packet in her mouth and made a disgusted face as it dissolved in her mouth.
"Believe me?" She asked before again drinking the water. Sam nodded and watched her.
"Sam! Sammy, come back to me." Sam heard Dean's voice and felt the walls shake. He looked to Amy for an explanation. She seemed to look into herself.
"Since we are in your head, Dean is trying to wake you up. He does not know that I am here with you. He thinks that I'm asleep. Sam, you need to explore your memories. When you remember everything, that is when you will get back to your brother. I have to go now, I can feel Blair trying to wake me up. I will try to help as much as I can." Sam watched as Amy walked out the door. He jumped up from his seat and raced to the closing door. He looked around the corner and saw nothing. Then he saw the two girls and the baby. Who were they?

Dean watched as his brother twitched in his sleep. He was able to sneak Sam from the hospital and was now in the bunker. Blair brought the child with her and nobody has gotten much sleep for the past week because of it. LJ convinced Dean to let Amy come into the bunker. He agreed because Amy had nowhere else to go and he felt bad for her. He watched as she stared at Sam from across the room. Dean poured whiskey into a glass and walked away from his brother. He couldn't stand seeing Sam like this; restrained to the bed so he didn't hurt himself. LJ brought John, the baby, into the room and handed him off to Amy so that Blair and her could get a little sleep. Amy got him to laugh a little and he slowly began to fall asleep when a crash was heard in the kitchen waking him up. His loud cries echoed against the walls making everything seem louder. A tired Blair came running in and grabbed him from Amy. She was a worried mother. Amy tried to protest, but Blair would not hear any of it. Amy gave up and with one last look at Sam, she walked into her room. She knew a spell that would transfer her into Sam's mind and see what is going on in there. With a cross of her legs, Amy sits on her bed and concentrates. After calming herself down, she slowly recites the words and is consumed by nothingness. She could feel nothing, hear nothing, see nothing. If she could feel it, she would feel relaxed. Amy followed Sam, trying to talk to him. She herself had a difficult time figuring out what was going on. Everytime she tried to talk to Sam, he would disappear into another memory. She got lost in all of them, most of them with Dean. Or Jess. She walked into his memory of the fire. The one that almost killed him, Blair, and LJ. Of course Dean rescued them. Amy went through many memories, trying to find the one that Sam was presently focused on when she came upon him laying in a forest. This was no memory. So then, what was it? She watched as Dean disappeared. She knew she had to get to Sam before he drifted away into another memory. Amy purposely snapped a twig, drawing Sam's attention to her. She saw confusion in his eyes as she approached him and decided to explain herself. If he killed her in here, she would become comatose. Sam watched her, ready to run at any given moment. She walked right up to him, almost touching his body with hers.
"Sam, come with me." She commanded with a soft voice. She watched him hesitate, but he followed. Amy explained to him what was going on when Dean tried to wake him. Since they were in his head, Amy felt and heard Dean as well.
"Since we are in your head, Dean is trying to wake you up. He does not know that I am here with you. He thinks that I'm asleep. Sam, you need to explore your memories. When you remember everything, that is when you will get back to your brother. I have to go now, I can feel Blair trying to wake me up. I will try to help as much as I can." She promised before walking away. She didn't want to worry Blair and LJ if she didn't wake up, so she calmed herself and willed herself back into her own mind where she opened her eyes to worried stares.
"You scared us!" Blair exclaimed, holding her hand to her chest.
"John is asleep, finally. I came in here to see if you were hungry and you looked as if you were dead." Blair's voice was tired and Amy could tell she needed sleep.
"Blair, lay down." Blair seemed puzzled for a moment, but listened. Amy began to rub Blair's temples and hummed softly until she was sure that Blair was asleep. It didn't take long seeing as she was sleep deprived. Amy and LJ slipped from the room and gently closed to door. LJ left to make them something to eat and Amy went to check on Dean. He was staring intently at Sam and drinking whiskey. He was sitting at a chair right next to Sam's bed and was leaning on his legs. Amy coughed quietly as to let Dean know she was there. He met her eyes sadly, then went back to staring at Sam. Amy placed a hand on his shoulder and stared at Sam with him. She has done all that she could do for now. The rest is up to Sam. If he truly wants to wake up he will. But they were all in for a surprise.

Worry Ch 7

Sorry guys! I have a little trouble with assholes! My phone was stolen and I had all my passwords in it. ugh! I hope you enjoy this short chapter that is filled with action. Thank you for baring with me!

Sam's head felt like it was going to pound right off his head. he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and put his hands on his face. A tentative knock was heard at the door. Slowly looking up, Sam saw Amy with guilt written all over her face. For some odd reason, anger began to boil up inside him. Just looking at this girl made his heart beat like he was on a hunt. He felt his blood heat up as he tensed his body up. Blair turned in her seat and smiled at Amy, welcoming her in. Sam wished he was in a better condition, that way he could make sure Blair was safe.
"Sam, I understand why you do not like me. I remind you of past mistakes. It is understandable that you would keep a grudge. I apologize and hope that we can learn to be acquaintances or even friends." Sam noticed Blair's head cock to the side slightly. Amy paid her no mind as she approached the bed Sam was in. She reached a hand out to touch him when Blair's eyes widened in horror. She jumped to her feet only to be knocked back down. On her face was a look of shock. She gasped as she began to struggle. Amy advanced on the girl, towering over her. Sam could sense the urgency in the room and tried to get up, only to have dizziness overwhelm him. He watched, useless as his friend's face twisted from shock, to fear. Her face began to grow red as breath was being taken from her body. She struggled, clawing uselessy at her neck. Sam could not take it any longer and yanked the needle from his arm, using the connected cord to wrap around Amy. He knew not to trust her, there was just something about this chick that pissed him off. Amy quickly turned from Blair to Sam in a matter of seconds, now focused on the broken Winchester. She reached out with one hand and easily lifted Sam from his feet and the bed. Sam was easily a foot taller than her, yet had no advantage at this point in time. Sam watched as Blair's face slowly changed from a bright red to its normal color just as he assumed his face was doing the opposite. He felt as though there was a balloon in his head and it was getting blown up so much that it was going to pop at any second. He kicked his legs in a useless attempt to break free when black dots began to dance in front of his eyes. Sam tried to pry the cold, strong hands that were clasping his throat when suddenly he was able to breathe. After blinking several times, Sam realized he was on the ground and that Dean was across the room with LJ in the doorway. She fixed her worried gaze on Sam, but would not walk into the room. She seemed as though she was frozen in place. She slowly dragged her eyes from Sam to stare at Dean who was staggering after his head had been slammed into the wall. With all this noise it was surprising that no doctors or nurses came running in. Blair was unconcious on the floor next to Sam and he had to double check to make sure she was breathing. Her breaths were shallow and soft, difficult to detect. Blair was out cold. Looking back up, Sam noticed that LJ had her eyes closed and was mumbling something. Amy quickly looked up and saw her, leaving Dean to fall to the floor bloody and semi-conscious. Amy seemed to teleport from one side of the room to the other, but Sam could see the movement as she got face to face with LJ. The look of terror was gone from LJ's face and was replaced with a strong determination. Sam heard Dean mumble something and began to half stumble, half crawl over to the elder Winchester. Sam was quickly losing his strength as his head began to pound harder against his temple. Dean's head lolled to the side as he lost all consciousness when Sam got to his side. Sam went to pat a rag on Dean's head when the pain became unbearable in his head. He grabbed his head and screamed in pain, only to have the pain increase. Within seconds he fell into a deep, dark, black abyss where he could feel no pain. He didn't feel anything at all.

Dean and LJ rushed back into the hospital, hoping to get to Sam before Amy did. When they got their, the hospital was completely empty, just as LJ feared. Dean looked at her with slight confusion on his face when a loud thump was heard from around the corner. It came from Sam's room. Dean and LJ came racing around the corner to find Blair on the floor and Amy squeezing the life out of Sam. He kicked his feet uselessly and tried to pry her fingers from around his neck, but nothing happened except the fact that he was losing air. Dean jumped onto Amy's back and wrapped a tube that was hanging from her shoulders around her neck. He pulled it tightly together, making her stop what she was doing to Sam to focus on what Dean was doing to her. LJ watched in horror as Sam was struggling to breathe and Dean was choking Amy. She knew a spell that could evoke the demon from Amy's body, but she could not remember how it went. Suddenly, Dean was thrown across the room and hit his head with a loud thwack. A dent was now noticeable on the wall where Dean's head had hit. Amy reached out and easily plucked Dean from the floor. Holding him up with one hand, she brought the other back and with full force, smashed it into Dean's face. A gasp was heard from Sam, drawing LJ's attention back to him. She had no idea what to do. She wanted to help, but she was petrified. Last time she interacted with this demon, she and Blair barely got out alive. The casualty was LJ's boyfriend at the time, James. He was murdered in front of her and this could be a repeat if LJ didn't do anything about it. Slowly she began to murmur words that seemed to just come to her. Amy, or the demon possessing her, began to walked toward LJ with a slow, angry determination. She stopped just in front of LJ and reached her hand out when she doubled over onto herself. LJ watched as she kept speaking the words, now with a stronger determination. These were her friends, her family. Nothing was going to hurt them. Amy would be saved as well seeing as LJ had just begun to like her before all this happened. LJ shouted the last word, making Amy's body arch backwards with her head pointed upwards. Out of her mouth came a cloud of dark green smoke. Instead of going straight down, to Hell, the disgusting mucus looking cloud moved through the halls and quickly disappeared from sight. LJ was on her knees and was holding Amy's body up. She shook her slightly, as if she were trying to wake up a sleeping child.
"Amy? Please tell me that you're still in there?" LJ's worried tone got Amy to open her eyes. Just as her blue eyes peered at LJ, they filled with tears.
"I couldn't stop. I couldn't control my body." The tears flowed over the brim of her eyes and fell down her cheeks. LJ pulled the crying girl close, reassuring her that it was not her fault. After the girl had been consoled, they both went up to their friends. LJ went up to the Winchesters, mainly because she knew that if Sam woke up to Amy touching him, he would flip out. He would most likely try to kill her. Amy walked to Blair who had began to stir slightly. She helped Blair to her feet and to the chair that had been thrown across the room. Within minutes of Blair waking up a nurse appeared at the doorway, dazed and confused. She looked at the room and confusion struck her more as she rubbed her head and walked away. Blair began to grow fussy and wanted to make sure her child was alright. Dean jumped into consciousness and his eyes focused on Sam who was right next to him. He later focused on LJ who was telling him to help Sam back into bed. Dean's head felt as though it was growing too big for his body as he and LJ lifted Sam into his bed. He was a big man and ate a lot. Dean grumbled about that as he struggled to get his brother on the bed. He looked between Amy and LJ and decided that he would ask questions after he knew Sam was alright. Right now, his only focus was Sam.

Amy felt him inside her, stretching her muscles.
"You could never win, Amy. You know this as much as I do." His thoughts in her head sent a shiver down her spine. She saw through her own eyes, but could not control her body. This had never happened to her before. Her eyes landed on the body that he had just left.
"He's in a coma. Will not be waking up anytime soon." There his thoughts were again, in her head. She tried to shake her head, but nothing happened. A slow chuckle escaped her lips.
"Wow, it's tight in here." She heard her voice, but knew it wasn't her. She felt her lips curl up in a smile as her body began to move. She tried to scream, to think, to do something by herself but was unable to.
"Let's go find Sam, shall we?" Her voice was spoken aloud, again not her. She felt his dark intentions and knew that she somehow had to stop him. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not regain control.
"No. stop!" She was able to scream in her head. Her body stopped dead in it's tracks.
"So, you can communicate. Good to know." He said aloud, using her voice. Anger stirred inside her, but was gone as quick as it had come. Again her body was walking and went straight into the hospital. With a snap of his fingers, everyone vanished. They seemed to disappear into thin air. She knew the smile on her lips was not hers and that the pleasure her body felt was not shared with herself. Amy tried to fight the walking of her feet to Sam's room, but it nothing worked. She saw Blair and Sam talking and tried to warn them.
"Get out of here! I'm not me!" But nothing came out of her lips. She noticed something in Sam's eyes. Mistrust maybe? Maybe he could tell?
"Sam, I understand why you do not like me. I remind you of past mistakes. It is understandable that you would keep a grudge. I apologize and hope that we can learn to be acquaintances or even friends." Amy noticed Blair's head move slightly. A confused look could be seen in her eyes. Amy hoped that Blair would notice that her body had ignored her. A small gasp was heard from Blair making him turn Amy's body around. She felt her hands flick and saw the breath leaving Blair. Slowly her hands reached out and wrapped themselves around Blair's throat, lifting her off the ground easily.
"Leaver her alone! Stop it!" Fear struck Amy deep inside as she watched herself begin to strangle the life out of her new friend. Blair's struggling began to weaken just as Amy felt something wrap around her throat. Blair's body was released as Amy turned to see who had wrapped this thing around her neck. She could feel herself gagging for air, but was useless in trying to get any herself. She reached out and grabbed Sam, now choking the life from him. He tried to pry the hands from his throat but was unable to. Amy fought with herself to stop hurting him, mentally hitting the thing that was possessing her body.
"Amy, knock it off. This is getting annoying." His thoughts intertwined with hers.
"Good!" She mentally screamed. She kept up this inner struggled and felt her hands loosen when once again the thing was around her neck cutting off her air. Amy felt something on her back and dropped Sam. A force left Amy's body, sending Dean headfirst into a wall. He slumped against the ground and for a minute, Amy thought he was dead. Anger that was not her own overwhelmed Amy and she saw her hand reach out and pick Dean Winchester up easily. She felt her arm go back and her hands turn into a fist. Amy fought with her body to not throw the punch, but ended up pushing it harder. A loud smack was heard as it connected with Dean's face. A sound was heard from Sam and just as Amy was about to punch Dean again, a deafening scream was heard inside her head. Her hands quickly dropped Dean as she turned to see LJ walking toward her with a strong determination. The screaming grew so loud that Amy doubled over on herself. Finally able to somewhat control her body, Amy covered her ears trying to stop the screaming. She felt her body arch upward, throwing her hands from her ears. It felt as though she was being ripped in half when a large lump began to work its way up her throat. Her head was arched back as well and the last thing she saw was a huge green cloud coming from her mouth. She realized that the scream was coming from herself. When the pain stopped abruptly, blackness overwhelmed her. Amy fell into the comfort of nothingness, happy that the pain was gone. The silence was gone as well. There was nothing around her and she felt strangely happy. She tried to think about where she was, but could not come up with anything. Something big just happened, but what was it? A bright light burned her eyes making Amy want to run away. She tried to crawl back into the dark nothingness that had just recently consumed her when she heard a familiar voice.
"Amy? Please tell me that you're still in there?" It was full of worry and brought everything back to her. The memories hit Amy like a ton of bricks. She just almost killed everyone that she just met. The legendary Winchesters, their friends. She had a strange feeling come over her as she opened her eyes to see LJ's worried bright green ones.
"I couldn't stop. I couldn't control my body." Amy tried to hold the tears back, but they came flowing out of her eyes like water over a cliff. LJ pulled her close and held her tightly. She reassured her that everything was going to be alright. How could this girl, someone she just met hours ahead of time care about someone like her? Amy felt like she didn't deserve this and tried to push LJ away, but was pulled closer.
"Listen, it wasn't your fault. I completely understand." LJ held Amy's face in her hands and looked her directly in the eyes.
"There is always trouble waiting around the corner when it comes to the Winchesters." LJ's smile made Amy smile back and they both got to their feet. LJ motioned to her sister with her head indicating Amy to help her. LJ went to the Winchesters who were now passed out right next to each other. Blair moaned slightly when Amy helped her up. Her blue-green eyes widened in terror when they saw Amy. Amy held up her hands saying she was herself and Blair relaxed. She let Amy help her into the chair and smiled shyly at her. Amy and Blair watched as Dean and LJ struggled to get Sam back on the bed. Dean and Amy locked eyes for a minute, but Dean turned back to Sam. A sudden feeling of guilt washed over Amy, but quickly vanished when LJ sent a smile her way. Well, time for a new beginning.