Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it's characters.

This is the second book in my Found series, the first is Lost Love. I recommend reading that first if you want to know who Elizabeth is. Plz Read, Review, and Enjoy.

It took her a moment to realize the smoky scent biting at her nostrils was more than just the fireplace burning out its wood. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her chest while her lungs seized up in a searing pain which gently pushing itself cloudily into the rest of her body. Her chest was the first to go murky as she choked on dust and it filled with the thick black smoke. She slid her hand on the cool tile of the kitchen counter and grabbed a rag which she pressed to her nose and mouth, trying to fight the clouds wafting towards her. Then silently she hunched forward as if being mere inches lower would save her from a fiery airless death. A fuzzy feeling was rubbing away at the edges of her mind and the world was spinning into a blur around her.

"Dean!" she hacked out in a hoarse weak voice as she attempted to choke back burning tears. Breathing back to deep and getting a lung full of more black smoke. Just what she wanted and wished for. On achy muscles she lowered myself to the warming tile pressing my palms to the cool surface. The chilling rock, begging her to press her sticky, sweaty face to its slick surface.

With one hand she was pressing to the ash stricken rag which kept me with less than minimal oxygen and with the other she crawled toward the living room, ignoring the baking pain of the heated tile. Leaving her watery blue eyes to wander and roam for the source of this heart stopping terror. The smoke thickened around me as she crawled forward. It clung to her arms as it pulled me to a burning death and slapped at her skin with rage filled strings.

With watery eyes she still blindly searched for something, for anything to clear my foggy mind so she could remember exactly what. That's when the memory struck her along with his image. His handsome faced twisted to hers but with sealed eyes and ash layering his tanned skin. His cropped dirty brown hair clung to his forehead which was riddled with charcoal. A crimson gash leaked over his eyebrow in sharp contrast with the smoky air grabbing for his last breaths.

She struggled to her feet as she tried to race for him, his lifeless form, her feet pushing hard against the floor as she tried to edge closer. Only faint rises of his chest signified that it wasn't too late, that he was still fighting the end.

"dean." she tried to cry out, but the smoke tore away at her desperate words until it left them a faint whisper. The fire bit into the wood flooring striking ever closer to the man unconscious before her. No matter how hard or fast she ran he was further and further, slipping through her extended fingers. Then when at last she believed that she could reach him cold, steel arms wrapped tightly around her waist and lifted her into the smoke drenched air to let her dangle. Teasing her heart at the thought of the close rescue just to rip it away.

The arms dragged her away while she kicked and screamed till she grew to weak and her voice to hoarse. The fire still skated closer with angry burst of heat and flame. It sucked down the last inches that had been standing between the fiery furnace and Dean leaving it to devour his perfect form. Not even leaving her a shadow of his being for her to cry over.

"No!" she sobbed with her last breathes letting the choking smoke over take her while the arms dropped away and her cry reverberated over and over against the flames. She lay crumpled to the ground awaiting to relief of the fiery grave which snatch at the wood before her. But she didn't feel pain as the fire sliced through her skin because her heart was already shredded along with her world.

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Elizabeth woke in a cold sweat, clutching her chest which heaved a steady stream of oxygen. She glanced around panicky to find Dean. He was resting peacefully on the hideous floral print couch across the hotel room from her. He was completely unharmed and had been sleeping until the sudden up rise she had created. His was on his feet in mere seconds and holding the pocket knife he always kept under his pillow.

"Calmed down it was just a nightmare."

"It looks like one hell of a nightmare, what happened?" Dean questioned stalking over to the creaky motel bed and pushing back her sweat drenched hair.

"It was nothing." Elizabeth stuttered, Dean gave her the uh-huh look and she opened her mouth gaping faking hurt. "Really."

"Was it midgets?"

"Yes it was absolutely midgets. Actually it was a really mean midget who kicked this guy in the…"

"Okay, I got it."

"Now, go back to bed."

"Is Sam asleep?"

Yeah I think so, one second," Elizabeth whispered turning her head towards the long body that lay on the other dipping hotel bed. "Sam! Sam!"

Elizabeth turned back around to face Dean who was now leaning against the headboard.

"I think he's asleep." Elizabeth whispered hoarsely to Dean's ear.

"I could have done that." Dean spat with a charming grin. "Scoot over."

Then with a little shuffling Dean held her in his muscular arms. His heavy breathes cooling her hot skin so she could fall asleep knowing that they were both safe. That oxygen was still flying through the air and she could keep the nightmares at bay. Cool and safe, for now.