Hey folks!

Just a little something I came up...

You know I don't own them... and if I would... well, not going there... ;) - Enjoy! And let me know what you think!!!

Like Ghosts or Guardian-Angels

He stood there, feeling the heat of the fire, feeling the acid smoke choking him, but everything around him faded as he concentrated on the lone figure looking down at him from the third-story-window.

If someone would have asked him about what he felt right about now, he wouldn't have been able to answer that question. It was all a mixture of guilt, failure, grief and panic.

They had been too late, only minutes but still. Too late! And all of this was their fault; his fault that these people, trapped up there would have to die.

He knew his brother was around here somewhere, helping the fire-fighter's to bring those who could be saved away from this horrendous place. But he stood stock still, frozen, his eyes locked on hers unable to do a thing.

There was no guilt in her gaze, only odd calmness as she looked on, building that strong, strange bridge to him, telling him with her eyes what she was about to do. Asking him for his help. Asking him not to fail…

And suddenly, he knew he couldn't stop it. He swallowed, an incredible, breath-taking fear settling into him. Something he never felt before. As he watched her, his eyes still held by hers, he could hear people starting to shout at her, trying to stop her... but she didn't listen, just stretched her arms, continued to hold his gaze and then she nodded at him. And he fought down the fear and nodded back.

Yes, he was ready… as ready as he would ever be… and a small smile crept on her face as she let go of the small bundle she held.

Time seemed to stretch, as he followed the baby's tumble with his eyes… forgotten was her gaze that had held him captive. He braced himself to catch the small weight… and then it was over and he was holding the baby… staring down at the crying infant, shifting the little boy, pressing him against his chest, as he for the last time looked up. She was gone…

Then he felt the strange energy that had started the fire build up and he whirled around and started to run.

Behind him, the fire engulfed the whole building with a loud roar and he was lifted from his feet from the blast of an explosion. He held on tight as he prepared for a rough landing, trying to keep the small baby in his arms safe as he turned to his side while falling.

His shoulder hit the ground hard and he felt the crunch inside of him… but his fall brought him out of the strange stupor that had befallen him at the house and back was the cacophony of sounds, almost too much to bear. The baby in his arms shrieked in distress, sirens of oncoming police-cars, ambulances and fire-engines… people blurting orders around, women crying, some news-reporter... and then someone screaming at him to let go… and for a moment he shook his head in denial. She had put the baby into his arms. She asked him to look out for him.

But then gentle hands touched his shoulder and forehead and for a moment he thought she was back, out of the house somehow. And he opened his eyes to look into the concerned hazel of his brother's eyes. His brother who was dressed as an EMT?

And his gentle voice coaxed him: "Give him to me. Let him go..." he said softly, but his voice still drowned out all the chaos of noises around him. And he nodded, slowly, letting his brother take the crying infant from him. He closed his eyes as suddenly weariness swept him away, something wet running down his face and he startled when gentle hands were suddenly back again, as was his brother's gentle voice as he soothed:

"You did an awesome job there. The baby 's alright. Awesome, dude! Now... let me help you on your feet. We gotta get going... That's it. C'mon, Dean... let's get outta here."

SPNSPN

He stood, frozen to the spot as he watched his brother; watched the silent conversation between him and the woman on the third floor.

He saw the fire lick at his brother, trying to get him to back away. But Dean stayed where he was: planted under the window, staring up at the woman there.

Suddenly the atmosphere shifted... peoples attentions were drawn to the couple and the first shouts of police-officer's rang out as she suddenly held the little bundle out of the window.

He stopped breathing as he watched on, seeing his brother's doubts and her plea. Seeing his brother acknowledge that there wasn't any other way, his stance wider, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

He never saw the woman nod, because his eyes were resting on the calm demeanour of his brother as he held out his arms in front of him and nodded – ever so slightly.

The crowd shouted "No! Don't!" while he at the same moment whispered: "Do it!"

Time stretched as he saw the tiny body tumbling down from the third floor… and into his brother's waiting arms.

He would have cheered but stopped dead as he felt the kick of energy rushing over them.

The demon knew someone had escaped... and it was mad.

He could see his brother turn around, running madly as the fire behind him roared up in a huge ball. He could feel the blast where he stood and saw Dean loosing the ground under his feet, landing in a heap, the little baby still safe in his arms.

People were running in panic, trying to get distance between them and the burning house.

Looking around Sam saw the abandoned equipment of an EMT in the ambulance he was standing by.

He grabbed the first-aid kit and the EMT-coat struggling into it and before he knew what he was doing he had cleaved through the crowd and stopped beside his brother on the ground, hearing the distressed wailing of the infant as Dean kept his hold on the baby.

The words of the police-officer sounded harsh as he demanded Dean to let go of the small bundle.

He shot the officer a glare as he crouched down, his hand landing on Dean's shoulder and forehead, forcing a reaction.

He got it immediately, when Dean's eyes snapped open and he looked up with bright, pain filled eyes.

"Give him to me. Let him go..." he said softly, feeling the reluctance vanish, the muscles relax under his hands as his brother nodded quietly and he pried the baby from Dean's grip passing it along to the officer.

"Let him be checked out." Sam said sternly, then turning his attention back to his brother, his concern showing only for a moment as he saw the soot and wetness on his brother's face.

"You did an awesome job there. The baby 's alright. Awesome, dude! Now... let me help you on your feet. We gotta get going... That's it. C'mon, Dean... let's get outta here."

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No one paid any attention to the two figures – an EMT and a man – as they slowly walked away. It was almost as if they were invisible, like ghosts or guardian angels…

FIN