I know that I've been AWFUL with updating my stories latetly, just AWFUL. I never attended to get this bad, but right now I have been swamped with schoolwork. I'm really really sorry it went on as long as it did,. Also my computer broke down twice during the last few months, which is another excuse-I know. lol.
And even though it's been forever I hope you guys still review, because it's your reviews that are making me want to update these stories, as well as finish them! So pretty please? With cherry on top? :)
Edit: Wow, I really basically wrote chapter 5 like I did with chapter 4, I'm sorry guys. This is what happens when I don't update my fics for a really long time. And I thought I reread it, but I guess I didn't lol. So I'm fixing it, :) Again, sorry!
"Sam?!" Dean shouted as "Sammy!" He shook his brother's body as Sam moaned in pain. "Bobby, what's happening?!"
"I wish I knew!" Bobby said, a tremor in his voice. He reached for the phone.
"No!" Dean's voice was harsh. "Don't call 911."
"We need help Dean," Bobby argued.
"Bobby, do you really think that these doctors can do anything for him? You of all people should know how hard it would be to explain these things to people like them! Not to mention we're presumed dead and if we get caught..."He shook his head. "We can't deal with that shit right now, Bobby. Not when Sam's like this."
He ran his hand over Sam's hair as Sam continued to moan and sob.
"I'm here, I'm here Sammy," he murmured.
Suddenly Sam's eyes snapped open.
"Sam?" Eagerness filled Dean's voice. Sam looked around, wide eyed and shaking.
"Get away from me!" He shouted as Dean touched him. Bobby turned around sharply at hearing his voice.
"Sam?"
"I'm not gonna hurt you Sammy," Dean said quietly and reached out towards his brother again, but Sam pushed him away.
"Don't touch me." The words came out in a trembling hiss. "Don't..."
"All right, all right." Dean quickly raised his hands. "No one's gonna touch you. But we can't help you unless you tell us what happened."
"You can trust us, son," Bobby added as he knelt before the terrified young man. "We're family. We care about you and want to help you."
Sam shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
"You wouldn't want to help me," he gasped. "Not after what I saw....what I saw myself do in...."
"In what?" Dean couldn't help but ask.
"In hell." Sam turned his head miserably.
Bobby sucked in his breath.
"You had a flashback, Sam?" He asked slowly. "Of hell?"
Sam paused before answering.
"Yeah....I guess..."Confusion covered his face. "It was all a blur...but what I saw...." he shuddered. "I saw me pulling the limbs off of someone, a soul I guess, and hearing them scream.."He buried his head into his arms. "I don't even know who I am and already I hate myself," he added in a whisper. "I must be some kind of monster, to do something like that."
Anger flashed in Dean's eyes, mixed with relief. The old Sam was in there still, the one who was constantly hard on himself, always worrying about turning into a monster. So he was far from gone, there was still hope to getting all of Sam back.
He reached over to touch his brother who jerked away.
"Sam, it's okay, this doesn't matter. This doesn't change how I feel about you. We have no clue what you went through in hell, you probably didn't have any choice-"
"It still doesn't make it right," Sam murmured. Dean closed his eyes.
"Let's talk about this tomorrow," Bobby suggested. "How about you get some sleep, kiddo?"
Sam looked up with a tear stained face and slowly nodded. Exhausted he allowed Dean to help him to his feet and slowly walked towards Bobby's bed."
"Sorry I don't have a spare room for you," Bobby apologized and Sam shook his head.
"It's all right," he whispered. He closed his eyes but than snapped them open as he saw that same image of him torturing another soul over and over again.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, concern in his eyes.
He shook his head.
"I can't....I can't go to sleep," Sam said, fear in his voice. "Everytime I close my eyes now, I see..."
"Those images?" Dean said quietly. "Of hell?"
Sam nodded miserably and Dean sighed.
"I'll stay with you, throughout the night," Dean promised. "And if I sense you're having a bad dream....a bad memory I'll wake you up. Would that help?"
"Would you do that?" Sam asked, hope in his voice and Dean nodded.
"Of course I would, you're my brother."
Sam shook his head.
"I don't deserve you as a brother," he muttered. "Not after what I-"
"Don't talk like that," Dean said, his voice stern. "It's me who doesn't deserve to be related to you, but let's not get into that right now. Right now you need sleep."
Slowly Sam nodded and Dean helped him lay down on the bed.
As he covered Sam with the blankets on instinct he began to hum and slowly Sam closed his eyes and finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep, being comforted by the fact that while he may not remember him his big brother was near him, waiting....watching....protecting.....
Sorry this was short but I had to rewrite a new chapter to make up for the mixup of chapter 5, lol.