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It's dark all around him at first and all Sam feels is deep confusion as he stumbles forward. He's forcing his way through the darkness, ignoring the fact that there are hands grabbing at him roughly, voices hissing things at him... repeating what's already been said to him so many times. At Stanford, from their own father, from that demon... that he's sick and wrong and an endless loop of other things that send shame twisting through him, guilt.

He mumbles a few protests and whatever relief he gets when the darkness melts away and he's fumbling into their apartment is short-lived. The place is old suddenly, decrepit like so many places he's seen in his life and half-expects some poltergeist to start giving him trouble. It reminds him of some old haunted house anyway, not their place... just some sick imitation.

It can't be that easy though, right? There's danger, but it's not the kind he'd honestly prefer. It's in the smell of smoke that sends a spike of dread through him. It only takes a few steps to reach the bedroom to see it up in flames--the bed's burning bright and it's spread to the rest of the room already. His books, that photo album he gave Dean... Just everything of theirs and he just knows, knows Dean isn't there. He's gone or he's hurt... maybe that demon has him and it's finishing the job or he's lost in the flames or-- fuck.

"Dean... Dean, please--" The words are out before he thinks the better of it and Sam's pressed himself into a corner of the room and sunk down to the floor.

He's not stupid... he should be moving. He shouldn't just sit here, but Sam's never been this scared, never felt this helpless. Everything's wrong and Dean's gone, the last thing he had is gone, and while he can't quite remember why this happened... he's pretty sure it has to be on him somehow.

Or maybe it's just his luck because of course this couldn't last. Of course it wouldn't. Like he'll actually get out, like he can keep Dean safe forcing this normal life when they'd already had to deal with so much crap.

It's going to end bad, it's going to end bloody... that's how it goes for hunters, right?

And anyway, Dean's gone, along with Ozzy and whatever else he had that made all of it bearable... he's pretty sure about that.

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Dean wasn't sure where he was. It was dark and the sound was all off. He knew he was outside somewhere. The air smelled like outside... clear and slightly damp. Then, in the next breath, a whiff of smoke. Something was burning.

That smell always gave him a stab of worry if he wasn't the one causing it. A fire he hadn't started was trouble. Danger. He hurried forward, letting his nose lead him to the source.

When he saw their apartment come into view his stomach sank. How many times was he going to have to watch his home burn? Wasn't once enough?

Still, he ran forward. Ozzy might still be in there or worse, Sam. He had to make sure they were okay and since he couldn't see them outside, he had to go in.

"Sam!" He called as he shoved the front door open. "Sammy, are you in here?"

Sam was still glued, frozen in his spot on the floor. The fire was getting more and more intense, but he couldn't force himself to move. Didn't even want to right now.

"Dean..." He repeated the name automatically, whimpering to himself. He didn't quite hear the apartment door coming open or Dean.

As quickly as he could, he checked the rooms one by one. The living room, the kitchen, and then the bedroom. He wandered through the apartment calling for Sam. When he got to the bedroom, it was hard to see through the smoke. He could see their bed burning, though. Fuck.

"SAMMY? SAM?"

"Dean?" His voice was weak, strained. Something in him perked up, got him to shift around a little, coughing. God, the smoke was so thick, he really couldn't even breathe.

"Dean!" He was shaking still, confused as to why Dean was even standing there. "M'here, right here!"

Oh, thank God. Well, not that Sam was in another burning fucking building, but thank God he found him. Dean coughed through lungfuls of smoke as he made his way to the corner where Sam was curled up. He fell to his knees beside his brother and reached for him. "Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

"I..." He was so confused, trembling with panic and fear when he knew he should be doing something more. God, okay. He forced himself to move, shifting to get up as he reached for Dean's arm, just something to hold on to.

"Yeah... yeah, I can walk. Y'okay?"

"It's okay, Sammy. I'm okay..." Dean grabbed hold of his brother and started to pull him to his feet. Wrapped both arms around him and tried to guide him to the door. The flames were getting hotter and the smoke thicker. Dean was starting to feel his own stab of panic.

"I thought you were..." Well, he didn't think he had to finish that sentence. God, the smoke was thick and Sam was coughing hard, could barely brief or see through it. This wasn't good... God, none of it made sense. "God-- something was chasing me here and..."

He could still feel the hands, even if it made no sense. None of this did, but his head was kind of buzzing. He moved quicker, trying to get them out of the bedroom door, looking around anxiously. "Okay, we gotta go."

"Just hang onto me, okay? Don't let go." A far away voice in the back of his mind kept shouting Take your brother outside as fast as you can! He felt himself start to shake a little. Everything was too real. Too familiar.

Dean tugged Sam out of the bedroom and into the living room. The smoke made it hard to see, but they should be nearly to the front door.

Like he could've let go if he wanted. He was too afraid of the other slipping away, fading back to wherever he'd come from. He did start to twist around though, looking a little frantic. "Wait... dude, wait... Ozzy?"

And outside didn't seem all that thrilling when that's where he'd just come from. Not that a burning building was any better. Rock and a hard place.

"I don't know..." Dean sank to his knees and pulled Sam down with him to try and escape the thickest smoke. He had trouble speaking through the coughing. "Didn't see him outside. I called all over the house for you. Thought he'd come if he was here."

Sam fumbled down when he was pulled, moving with the other. God, how far was the door? They were going to be in trouble at this rate, even if part of him wanted to twist away from Dean, go back and look. He looked over his shoulder, squinting to try and see.

"Sammy, come on! I can't lose you!" Dean pulled him, would haul him bodily through the door if he had to. It would gut Dean to lose Ozzy. Ozzy was family, but Sam was everything.

He snapped back to attention, and tried to move a little faster. "Okay, just- go... go, Dean," he murmured urgently, pushing at the other. "We're almost there."

Dean kept his grip tight on Sam as he lunged for the door. His fingers fumbled on the door knob -- he didn't remember closing the door -- before he managed to get it open. Dean stumbled outside, pulling Sam along with him.

"Dean..." And here they were, back outside and it was too dark. At least they didn't have flames nipping at their heels anymore, had some fresh air again that Sam was eagerly taking in. He leaned into Dean though, reached up to grab at his shoulder to stop him.

"Dude, just stop a minute..."

His instinct to get away, get away was overriding most everything else. Until Sam grabbed him and stopped him, anyway. He sank to the ground with his arms still around Sam, hauling him down with him. Between coughing and ragged breaths, he clutched his brother to his chest and stared back at the burning apartment with wide eyes.

The strange darkness didn't even catch his attention, he was so focused on the fire.

He grunted when he was pulled down with Dean. The other wasn't letting him go and some part of Sam was thankful for that. He rested his head against the other's chest, one hand curling tight in Dean's shirt, clutching him. "Dean, you okay? Look at me, man..."

After a couple of long minutes, Dean finally broke his gaze away from the fire and looked down at Sam. He had to fight to get his breathing under control and keep his voice steady. "Sam? You okay? You hurt?"

"I don't know..." He wasn't okay. He was still shaking a little, felt sick whenever he looked back to see their home up in flames... again, only this time, he was old enough to remember and to feel the loss. He reached out to touch Dean's face though, make sure he was still there, still real. "I'm not hurt... you okay?"

Dean's arms stayed tight around Sam. Nothing was taking his brother from him. His head tipped into the touch of Sam's hand and he swallowed hard, still working to calm himself down. It wasn't going too well. "I'm not hurt. Just the smoke and coughing."

"Okay... okay." Dean was holding him too tight to pull away, so he just shifted until he was pressed up against his brother, resting his head against his shoulder for now.

"God, I thought you were gone, Dean..."

Dean shivered a little and leaned to rest his face against the top of Sam's head. He closed his eyes and tried to will his heart to stop racing. "I don't know where I was. Don't know how I got outside, I just... I couldn't find you and I saw smoke..."

"I was outside and there were-" Well, it kind of dawned on him how stupid it would be to say there were things in the dark chasing him, things that he couldn't see and things that were saying things--

Well, maybe not stupid, but it didn't make sense. "I got to the apartment anyway and it was up in flames, man..."

He reached up to rest a hand on the side of Dean's face, drawing away to look at him. "Dean, we gotta... figure out what to do or something."

No crazier than anything else in their lives, really. How many 'normal' people could say they'd seen two home burn down or pulled a sibling out of a fire that many times? Their lives were just magnets for weird shit.

Dean finally met Sam's gaze and swallowed hard. He nodded. "What... what do you want to do?"

For the first time, he realized how quiet it was. Surely by now there should be some alarms, some sirens, something?

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