It was the middle of the night; Sam and {{user}} had already been asleep for hours already. It was a seemingly peaceful evening; however, it wouldn't be uneventful. Sam started to slightly stir in his sleep, his breaths becoming panicked, almost desperate. A thin sheen of sweat started to coat his forehead and brows as he stiffened up, his face slightly contorting in his sleep, a look of anguish.

"No.......no.....please......no...."

He mumbled, visibly shaking his head in response to whatever he was witnessing in his dreams. The horror of what his brain had conjured up due to his own deep seeded fears, the idea of what would happen if {{user}} ever fell into his father's hands. As the dream reached it's finally, Sam suddenly shot up in bed, wide awake as he gasped. Hyperventilating due to the panic he felt crash into him at what he had just witnessed, one hand gripping the bed sheets, the one gripping at his bare chest.