Dead kids. Nothing got his anger up faster. He had only to look across at the passenger seat to see what evil could do to a child's life…..or look in the mirror.

And it was being caused by fire.

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He was only four years old when he was handed his six month old brother in order to save him. It would be the first time in a lifetime.

The fire had destroyed his home and, in essence, his family. His father became more taskmaster than counselor, more trainer than nurturer. Encouraging him to become more father to his baby brother. And he also became the perfect soldier, following orders and doing his duty. All the while, doing whatever was necessary to protect his brother.

And always, there was a single minded purpose to destroy the cause of that fire.

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Dean had driven most of the night. His brother had finally fallen asleep after several hours of debate on the wisdom of stopping to rest. It was too urgent; he needed to reach these children and stop this fire.

Sam realized that when Dean was this focused, there was no wiggle room. They both knew it was out of love that these arguments grew. Each of them wanting to save the other. But Sam also knew that his brother's need to protect was beyond the bounds of responsibility and love, it was life affirming.

He drove a couple of hours more before reaching the town. He didn't wake Sam until he had secured their room and unloaded the car. He went immediately for a shower. The day had started and there was work to do. His brother's pleading for him to rest, went unheeded.

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With the help of the man who had become their surrogate father, they had done all the research and gathered the information needed to stop the killing.

They had discovered that they were dealing with a firestarter demon. It had the ability to create fire, using the heat to steal energy, destroy life and kill children. The family unit was the ultimate object of its desire. It was not so unlike the 'yellow-eyed demon' that set his home ablaze in order to defile his brother and others it had decided to collect.

His blood boiled with the memory. They had finally killed that demon. And even though, he, himself, had pulled the trigger, he would never take glory in it. He was merely doing his job, avenging his father and saving his brother.