AN: Set at the end of No Rest for the Wicked.

We are rated M for language and later chapters.

Sam couldn't believe Dean was gone. These past two years he had fought so hard to keep Dean alive and now just gone. He sat on the floor in the destroyed living room cradling Dean's rapidly cooling body thinking he was all alone now.

Bobby saw the look on Sam's face and knew he had to keep the boy from doing something stupid like Dean had done to save Sam a year ago.

"Come on Sam we gotta go" Bobby said as gently as he could.

Sam looked blankly at him for a minute before struggling to his feet with Dean's body in his arms. Bobby led the broken young man out to the impala outside and opened the door. Sam carefully placed Dean's body on the backseat and slid into the front seat next to Bobby.

"Sam?" Bobby asked

No reply.

He didn't really expect to get one at this stage he just started the car and drove to a motel near the airport. He ensconced Sam and the body into the room and stepped outside. On the surface he looked calm but inside his heart was breaking. Dean and Sam were the closest thing he had to children. He couldn't bare the thought of Dean burning in hell and Sam breaking into a million little pieces. Sam was more like John Winchester than he knew and this death could be enough to drive him over the edge into obsession like his father before him.

Bobby flipped open his phone and made a call he swore he'd never make.

Booby slipped back into the room to find Sam standing where Bobby had left him.

"Sam I need to get some supplies. Will you be OK here on your own for a bit?"

Sam regarded Bobby with blank eyes. Bobby took Sam and led him, unresisting, to the other bed. Sam lay on the bed and closed his eyes he never thought anything could hurt as bad a loosing Jess but this… this was so much worse. Dean, he was the invincible one, he had cheated death so many times and now he was gone. Not just dead like Jess who Sam could imagine in a better place but in hell. Screaming, burning, and dying over and over again until there was nothing left of his brother just another Demon.

Bobby regarded him knowing there was nothing he could do for him at the moment but there just might be hope for all of them yet.

Bobby returned, with supplies, to find Sam sleeping restlessly muttering about burning. Bobby got down to business setting up and had just finished when a knock came on the door.

The woman standing outside was about Dean's age a little taller than average height with dark hair that was pulled back in an elegant twist. She smiled at Bobby as she entered the room but it fell away as she surveyed the scene. One bed covered with Dean's torn up body and the other with Sam covered in blood and experiencing night terrors.

She set her bag on the floor and approached Sam's tossing form.

"Wait!" Bobby exclaimed.

She speared him with a withering look and continued on to Sam. She touched his forehead and immediately he calmed into a peaceful sleep. Sam had been having nightmares about Dean, Jess and his dad. Jess' hair was burning and as she cried the tears caught fire. As he reached out to try to save her she was pulled farther away from him. Dean was caught in a net with his insides being pulled out by Lillth and John was pinned to a wall and a demon was skinning him alive. The nightmare seemed to flow away from him as he heard a voice say "Peace my friend all is well". Sam sunk into a well of calm and felt himself drifting on an ocean with soft wind in his hair and the sun on his face. He hadn't slept like this since Jess died.

She turned to regard Dean rubbed her hands over her face and asked "Bobby, what have you gotten me into?"