Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural related. Most towns and other people are made up, any similarity to the living or dead are purely coincidental.
Setting: Season one.
Story outline: During a routine hunt Dean is lost in a fiery ball of flames rescuing a child.
Not a death fiction
Author's notes: Unrelated to any other of my stories.
Many thanks to rascalflattsgurl43 my beta on this story
Born to be a hero
Chapter 1 Fireballs and staircases
Sam Winchester shot his left arm forward in a last ditch effort to grab hold of his brothers jacket as Dean leapt across the gap in the crumbling staircase. His fingers brushed the black cloth and then found vacant space. He yelled Deans name loudly. Sam backed away as flames leapt up when the wood in front of him broke off and fell down to the first floor.
"Damn it Dean, get back here!"
Sam was driven back further by smoke and flames until he was back down on the bottom floor. The good news was the job was done; the bad news was there were two victims still in the house. This case had been a pain in the ass since they took it on a week previously.
It was a standard vengeful spirit but it had taken four days to find out who the spirit was and two more to convince the owner they could fix the problem. This particular spirit had been burned alive and had taken to lighting fires around the property and surrounding area to get even. They had finally found his DNA in the cellar as the guy had been reading a gas meter there just before he died. There had been a slow leak from a pipe that had left traces of gas on his clothes. He had lit a cigarette when he had left the property and gone up in flames. Unfortunately the owner hadn't known anything about it as they had been visiting family out of state at the time. She hadn't even been back long enough to check her mail. Dean had managed to light up the guy's trucker cap as he threw fire at Sam, the owner, and her little girl. Unfortunately the guy had thrown so many fireballs around that the place was now a blazing fireball in and of itself.
Sam found Sarah, the owner, choking on smoke by the front door looking for her daughter who had run away from the fire and was now trapped upstairs. Dean had spotted her upstairs and had bolted up them after dragging a wheezing Sarah to the doorway and promising he would get her. Sam had seen the stairs crumble under Dean's feet and the upstairs was in worse condition. Sam didn't want to lose a kid on a hunt but he didn't want to lose his brother either. They hadn't been back together long and they were just getting over Dean's heart attack. He knew, however, how much kids meant to Dean. What worried him was how easily Dean would give up his life for one. No hesitation whatsoever.
Sam pulled Sarah outside across the front lawn and sat her beside the Impala. Sam ran back inside, his foot hitting the bottom step of the broken stairway, as a loud crash resonated through the house. Sam gasped as the floor above broke through hitting the floor below. Sam staggered around as bits of wood fell from the floor above and he found himself trying desperately to keep his balance. The smoke was thick as Sam held his shirt over his mouth to try to keep it out but he was already coughing and his eyes were tearing badly. Sam turned to go look through the fallen floor to see if Dean had fallen through and stumbled against the wall until he was half way to the front door where his knees gave way and he blacked out as he hit the floor.
TBC
