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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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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?

"Leave?" Seemed like the only thing to do really... their apartment was gone, they were alone out here and it wasn't safe.

It hadn't occurred to him yet that, by now, there'd be neighbors out, there'd be alarms and sirens, there'd be someone trying to put out the flames by now, right? Something...

"I don't know..."

"Yeah, okay." He was looking around nervously, now. Everything looked strange. Too dark to just be night time. Where were the streetlights? The lights in people's windows?

"We should find the car." He shifted a little to start to rise. Then he looked at Sam, licking his lips nervously. "Just stay close." If he lost Sam right now, he was going to freak.

"Okay..." He looked around, biting at his lower lip. Everything was off here... something was wrong. He shifted his weight a little bit, slow to start walking.

He looked all around, frowning. "Something's off here," he finally muttered, squinting through the darkness.

"Earlier when I was out here, there were- people... things out here." They'd run into a lot of weird crap, but he couldn't even begin to place what that might have been... what kind of monster.

Dean kept hold of Sam's arm, reluctant to completely let go. They started walking, both gawking a bit at their surroundings. "What kind of things? Did they try to attack you or something?"

"I don't know... I couldn't see." Dean was holding onto him and Sam didn't have it in him to try to tug away. He bit at the inside of his cheek, looking around cautiously. "They were grabbing at me, trying to trip me up, I think. Said some things..."

"You think something's out here, after us?" Now he was really looking around them, trying to squint enough to pierce the strange darkness. And where the fuck was his car?

"Probably... maybe." He didn't know. This was all too weird. He slowed his steps a little more until he came to a stop. "Where were you before all this happened, Dean?"

"I don't... know?" He blinked in confusion at Sam, stopping beside him. He'd been trying to remember but nothing was coming to him. "At work maybe? I don't remember leaving the apartment."

"I can't remember either." He tipped his head back, just searching his brain for anything at all. He was coming up with a blank as far as weird things went.

"Something's off here. Really off, Dean..."

"Yeah, it is. I dunno what else to do but keep looking for the car. If nothing else, there are weapons there. I don't like being out here unarmed." Dean wished he walked around armed these days. So much for blending in.

"I guess..." Sam reluctantly started to walk again, head ducked down. Nothing here was adding up... it was driving him crazy. But the car had to be close by here, so they just had to keep looking.

"I don't see it." Strain was showing in his voice now. He didn't know how to handle being in this situation. All darkness and nothing to grab hold of. Nothing but Sam, who he was not letting go of. "Fuck, Sammy, what's going on?"

"This can't be real..." It didn't add up. The car should be here and there should be some kind of light or some other person on the street. Hell, there should be the wail of sirens by now to put out the fire in their apartment. He started trying to step away from Dean, just a little, straining to look around.

"This isn't real, Dean." He couldn't explain it yet, but... that was really the only conclusion.

"What do you mean? Like a hallucination? Wouldn't it be just one of us in a hallucination?" What could be behind this? Dean didn't think even a demon had this kind of juice.

"I don't know, but look, Dean--" He knew he sounded crazy and yeah, not even a demon could pull this off, probably, but...

"Where are all the other people? Or the neighbors in our building or... god, the car. Where's the car?"

"I don't know. Fuck, something is wrong." Ozzy missing, the car missing, apartment gone... this was like some kind of fucking nightmare.

"I know..." He rubbed a hand over his face and tipped his head in, eyes squeezed shut. "Really wrong, Dean. This s weird even for us..."

Dean was turning, opening his mouth to say something to his brother when the whole world tipped and...

... he gasped awake in bed. He shuddered where he laid, heart hammering in his chest and breath coming in short, frightened gasps. Holy fuck.

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