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.