Chapter 2 : The Fire
Dean's POV:
I remember being asleep... I woke up to screaming and heat and thick, smelly air.
I got out of bed and opened my door, peeking into the hallway to see what was happening.
Down the hall from me I saw my brother's room with burning, colorful flames coming out of it.
All of the sudden my dad appeared, carrying Sammy in his arms.
"Dean," He'd said, "take Sam outside now!" I hesitated. "NOW!" He reprimanded and shoved my baby brother at me.
I saw my dad return back to the enflamed room, and he looked back at me just as he began to enter the doorway.
"Go, Dean! Go!"
And I ran down the stairs at the speed of lightning – or at least as fast as my barely 6 year old legs could carry me.
I arrived outside with my brother tucked tightly and safely into my arms.
I ran to the tree that was fairly far away from our house in the backyard.
I leaned against the trunk of the old tree and slid down it, still holding on to Sam.
Looking back at the house, I began to cry. I was so scared.
Where was mom? Where was dad?
What was happening?
I looked down at my brother, peacefully unaware of the current surroundings.
I wanted to keep it that way. No way would my brother know the cruelty of the world if I was able to stop it.
I wanted to protect him from being scared – I didn't want him feeling as I did now. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but I was going to make damn sure it was never inflicted on my brother.
Looking down at him, I spoke.
"I'll protect you Sammy. Always. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you."
I glanced at the house, now totally engulfed with flames.
Chubby hands tickled my face. I looked down to see Sam swinging at my face again.
I pulled him closer and held him a little bit tighter, making sure to keep him safe and comfortable.
"Dean? Dean?! Where are you?" I heard.
"Dad?!" I replied, looking through a haze of smoke trying to find him. "I'm by the tree!" I screamed.
Within a minute, dad had found us and immediately looked into my arms, searching for my younger brother.
I knew Sam was dad's favorite. I don't know how or why since all Sam does is sleep, eat and poop, but he was indeed dad's favorite. (Though dad would deny it.)
"Sam's okay, dad. I made sure he didn't inhale any smoke or get burned." I said, somewhat triumphantly.
"Great. Well, let's get him to a hospital anyways." He replied, not even looking me in the eye.
"Okay." I wanted to make sure Sam was okay too, but what about me? Didn't dad care if I was okay?
"Come on, Dean! We gotta get Sam to a hospital." Dad yelled, already running for the Impala.
"Sorry, coming." I jogged after him.
We arrived at the hospital. I still wasn't sure how the fire started, but Dad had said a candle fell over and burned too many things before it was noticed and could be put out.
Sam ended up being okay, which was great. But I remember dad... he was all antsy and jittery and watched every person who walked by with a keen and intense eye, scrutinizing them.
Dad wouldn't leave the room. He had to be with Sam. Couldn't leave him by himself.
He gave me 20 bucks and told me to go get some food from the cafeteria.
I retrieved food and sat down next to my dad.
"Where's mom?" I asked.
Dad froze. "She... she's not here anymore, Dean."
"What do you mean?"
"She's, she's in a better place, alright?"
"So are we gonna see her anymore?"
"No, Dean, we're not." My dad said, and my eyes began to get watery along with my dad's.
"C'mere." He said, arms opening wide.
I walked over to the chair he sat in and sat down on his lap.
"It's just you, Sam, and me now, buddy... we got to stick together, okay?"
"Okay." I nodded
"We're family, and family sticks together, Dean. Always remember that and abide by it."
I nodded.
I learned later on that family didn't always share blood.
When Sam was 'okayed' we left.
Dad, Sammy, and I all headed out to the Impala; I held Sammy tightly in my arms in the back seat.
We all headed to a motel and dad dropped Sam and me off.
"Wait here and don't open the door for anyone but me, got it?"
I nodded and he left.
He came back the next day with 2 duffels full of things.
"I managed to get some things that weren't burnt of yours, mine, and your brothers." Dad said.
We stayed in that motel for 4 weeks.
One night dad came home and began packing up everything in the motel room.
"Dean, get your brother and go sit in the car." I followed his directions.
Dad came out minutes later with everything we owned thrown in some duffels and he threw them in the trunk, then went to the driver's seat and sat down, closing the door.
"Dad, where are we going?" I asked as the engine revved.
He looked back at me and answered.
"Hunting."
Sam's POV:
I don't remember much from that night.
I only remember what my nightmares have made me see, and I wish I didn't even know that much.
The only other things I know are the things that Dean told me.
I found out, years later, who all my black, mysterious characters were.
The yellow-eyed man was the yellow-eyed demon.
The woman that was forced up the wall and killed was my mother.
The other man who screamed and grabbed me was my dad.
And the one who took me out of the house was my brother, Dean.
