AN: Thanks to everyone that reviewed the first chapter. I wasn't expecting to get that much feedback so that was very nice! If you have any questions then leave a comment, or don't be shy to PM me. Oh, and just so you guys know, this story takes place some where around season 5 after Sam and Dean reunite.

Now, back to the story!


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"…And what of her parents?"

"As far as we know, they died in the fire."

"Thank you for your time. We'll be back later to ask you two more questions."

The doctor flipped through the papers held tight to his clipboard, nodded to Sam and Dean, and left the room. Sam spared a glance to the small girl lying in the hospital bed. He was worried for her, as she had been merely minutes from burning to death in that house. It frightened him to think what might have happened if him and Dean had been too late. However, the doctor had told them that he wasn't sure yet if she had left that house without injury, which seemed unlikely to them. But whatever happened next isn't for them to decide, and he knew that. Dean was adamant about staying at the hospital, and Sam couldn't figure out why. Their job was over. They saved her to the best of their abilities. End of story.

Sam walked over to Dean, who was brooding as he stared out the window.

"What are we still doing here, Dean?" Sam asked, jolting his brother out of his deep thoughts. "Whatever happens to the girl is out of our hands now."

"I'm not so sure about that." Dean replied, his brow furrowed as he looked at Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think that it was a bit odd that she was trapped in her closet? Not only that, but it seemed like it was only the second floor that was on fire."

"Well that's probably where the fire started, and maybe the dresser fell down like that."

"I don't man." Dean shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. He turned back to the window and thought back to earlier in the night.

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The 67' Impala began to come to a stop by the old farmhouse. It was up in flames and a heavy cloud of dark smoke was emanating from the building. Being in basically the middle of nowhere, there were no fire trucks near. The second floor windows were shattered, and hints of a roaring fire appeared here and there. What caught their attention were the loud and painful screams of a woman coming from the building. She was shouting for help, even though they weren't sure if she knew anyone would hear her. As soon as the screams were heard, the brothers exited the car, and sprinted towards the house.

The door, to their surprise, already looked to be broken down before they reached it. They quickly entered, but were again shocked by the interior. It was untouched by fire so far, but it seemed like a tornado was let loose inside. Tables were turned over, curtains were torn down, and there even seemed to be a bit of blood on the faded white carpet.

The woman's heart wrenching screams still continued, but this time they were accompanied by a man's as well. Sam and Dean all but threw themselves up the stairway. The sudden wave of intense heat crashed into them, making them sweat almost instantly. Their arms shot up to protect themselves from the scorching temperature. All they had to do was follow the sound of the screams to locate where the victims were.

The brothers hurried to the open doorway on the left side of the house. The screams began to fade as the whole room was engulfed in flames. There was no way they could save anyone from that.

Painful memories flashed inside of Dean's head. He saw his four year old self inside his old house in Lawrence, Kansas. He saw himself get out of his bed, rushing to the sound of his father's yells. His little heart thumped in his chest as he ran down the hallway. A sheet of flames came from his little brother Sammy's room just as he saw his father exit it in a hurry. It scared him to see his father scared like this. His 6 month old brother was placed in his tiny hands as his dad was shouting at him to take Sammy outside. He ran down the stairs and never looked back.

Dean blinked and his mind returned to the situation at hand. He swore to himself, if there was anyone else in this house, he was going to save them. On normal hunts, they save strangers without asking to be thanked. To him, this was no different.

The smoke was getting heavier, and the ability to see was beginning to fade out. It was only a matter of time before the stairs would be affected by the fire, and it would be practically impossible to leave after that.

No more screams were heard, but that didn't stop them from kicking every door down that wasn't in flames. The rooms they looked in were empty, and they knew they were running out of time.

"We can't stay here Dean!" Sam uncovered his mouth for a second to speak. The smoke became overwhelming to him, and he began to cough violently. "This is suicide and you know it!" He managed to finish.

"We haven't searched all the rooms yet! I'm not leaving until we do! Leave if you want, I'm staying!" Dean shouted back. If he was honest with himself, he wished Sam would leave. Because he was right, this was suicide.

Sam looked ready to leave, but hesitated, not wanting to leave his brother's side. When out of no where, a loud pounding noise was heard, like someone was wailing on a door. There was someone else in the house. They both stood still, listening intently like a pair of dogs. After following the noise to the end of the hallway, the thumping began to fade, and Dean cursed.

"C'mon… Where are you?" Dean wondered out loud, still struggling to see through the smoke.

"HELP!" They heard the voice of a girl scream.

Wasting no time, Dean kicked down the door on his right, bursting in the room only to be met with even more flames. A few more pounds on the door later, and it didn't take them long to realize that someone was trapped in the closet at the end of the room. The closet door was blocked by a large dresser.

"Sam, there's someone in there! Help me move this!" Dean yelled, and both of them grabbed hold of the dresser. Adrenaline flowed through them, and they pushed the dresser out of the way with ease. Dean opened the closet door. He looked to the floor, and saw a young girl sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. She looked to be no more than 14 years old to him. Her face was covered in ash, making the long tear trails on her face quite noticeable. A cut located on her chin was crusty with dry blood, and her gray sweatshirt had dry blood on it as well. Dean observed the cut for a second. How did she get those injuries by being in a closet?

He was curious of her. It was obvious she had been scared, she was crying. But when faced with two strangers, fear had no place in her eyes, instead, they were filled with the same curiosity Dean had for her. She did not make a sound when Dean bent down without a word and scooped her up into his arms. He noticed her eyes begin to shut. Not knowing whether or not she was just exhausted or drifting towards death, he shifted her slightly until he saw her blue eyes open once again.

"Sam, make sure the path is clear for us." Dean said, letting his brother go first out of the room.

Sam nodded, kicking stray items out of the way for everyone as he led the way towards the stairs. The fire crept closer to it then before now, its flaming fingers closed in around the wooden handrail. Dean held the girl tightly to his chest as he descended the steps, using his own body as her shield against the heat. Then at last, they made it out of the farmhouse. The crisp fall air greeted them instantly. The three of them simultaneously breathed a breath of fresh air. Or, at least as fresh as it could get being still close to the burning building. Dean spared a look at the young girl. She was motionless except for the slow rising and falling of her chest. Then her hand came to her chapped lips as she coughed some more. Her eye lids flittered shut again, and that's when Sam spoke up.

"She needs something to drink, Dean."

"I think we have some water in the car."

He lowered himself to the grass below while Sam searched the car. The girl rested her head on his shoulder weakly, not attempting to move again. She looked so fragile that Dean was afraid if he moved her even a little, he might snap one of her bones by accident. Sam opened the trunk and handed Dean a bottle of holy water. Dean raised his eyebrows at his brother, wondering why he was given holy water instead of regular water.

"All we had was beer and that." Sam shrugged.

Dean unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to the girl's lips. She willing drank the water, and didn't have any reaction to it, which was a good sign. She drank so much that they were afraid she'd choke. He pulled the bottle away from her mouth to give her a chance to breathe.

"We should get her to a hospital, man." Sam shook his head and folded his arms. "That was too close. We were almost too late."

"I know, but we weren't." Dean sighed. "We'll take her to a hospital to be safe. Call the fire department and have them come. We'll head for the hospital now."

Carefully, he lifted her up as Sam opened the back door to the Impala. He set her down on the back seat as meticulously as he could. Sam dug around the in the back seat some more and found an old wool blanket. He brushed some of the dirt off of it and placed it on top of the girl. She looked peaceful now, almost like she wasn't just on the brink of death. Right now she was just a child asleep in the backseat of their car. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he got in the front seat and took out his cell phone.

Sam let out a heavy breath as he rubbed his face. He didn't disagree with his brother. There was something weird about that house fire, but he didn't know what. There wasn't exactly time to stick around and investigate. He did remember seeing blood on the carpet downstairs. He didn't pay much mind to it at the time, but everything in that house seemed messed up. Not to the mention the sharp cut on the girl's chin. He wondered where she got it from. He glanced towards the small form lying asleep on the hospital bed. Abusive parents maybe? No. Didn't seem likely. Unless they all got in an intense wrestling match, something else must have happened.

Dean was still standing by the window when his phone began to ring. He took the phone out and answered it with a strange look on his face.

"Cas?" Dean asked, and him and his brother exchanged glances. "What is it?"

There was a pause, "I'm with Sam, why?"

Sam looked up, "What does he want?" He asked with curiosity. Dean looked at him and shrugged.

"We're in Lawton Oklahoma. Southwestern Medical Center…" Dean paused and looked over to the hospital room door number. "Room 34."

"Alright." Dean said, he pulled the phone down from his ear and ended the call.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, standing up from the plastic chair by the bed.

"I don't know. He asked where we were then told me he'll be here in a few minutes."

"He didn't say anything else?"

"Nope, that's it."

Sam shook his head. "He never tells us anything."

"Hey, maybe he just didn't wanna say anything on the phone. Besides, he might be able to tell us what was going on at that farm house."

"Even if he did know, do you really think he'd tell us everything?"

"You should learn to trust him a little more."

"Dean is right, Sam." The deep voice of the trench coat clad angel spoke from the front of the room. Both of the boy's hearts jumped to their throats when the angel appeared without warning.

"Cas, I've told you a million friggin' times! Don't do that!" Dean yelled once his heart beat returned to normal.

Castiel's expression turned more solemn. "Sorry." He said sincerely.

"So? What did you need to tell us about?" Sam asked.

Cas nodded towards the girl lying on the bed. "I know what happened to her and her family."

"You do?" Dean seemed eager to hear more. "How did her house set on fire?"

"Demons." Was Cas's instant reply. "A large group of them. Her family was targeted by them."

In the midst of their conversation, the girl lying on the bed began to move. Her eyes slowly opened, but her dilated pupils had to adjust quickly to the bright lights in the room. She saw the three men standing in the hospital room, and her heart rate began to increase. The movement caught their attention.

Dean moved to the chair next to the hospital bed. "Woah… take it easy, okay?" He soothed, trying to calm her down.

She began to settle a bit after passing looks to all three of them. "You're the two guys who rescued me." She said, pointing to the brothers. She looked at Castiel. "I don't recognize you, though."

"I'm Dean, this is Sam." He jabbed his finger at his brother. "And that funny looking dude in the coat is Castiel. You can just call him Cas, if you want."

She seemed to smile a little at the description of the angel before it faded. "I'm Amber."

"I know." Castiel spoke up.

Amber's eyes widened as she gave him a weird look. "Uh… You do?"

"Cas…" Dean mumbled under his breath, he stood up and sent a glare at the angel.

"It's okay, Amber. I'm an angel of the Lord. You don't have to be afraid of me." Castiel moved his way towards the edge of the bed. His eyes were locked with Amber's, never breaking eye contact. "I know about the demons hunting you as well."

She remained silent for a moment, but then managed to speak despite her fears. "What else do you know?"


AN: Thanks for reading! I tried to elaborate more on the house fire to give the reader a different view of what happened. Well I hoped you like that plot twist at the end. I won't spoil anything more until chapter 3 comes out! Looks like you'll just have to come back and see for yourself. ;) *evil laughter*

OH! I have a crazy story I feel like sharing with you guys. So a few days ago I was in the car on my way home, and I was looking out the window and in the window of a house, I saw the silhouette of a woman just standing there. As you could imagine, I was kind of freaked out a little bit. Then as we continue down the road, I swear I saw a freaking black Chevrolet Impala parked near the house. I think I lived the first five minutes of Supernatural where someone dies in the beginning. Thankfully I didn't.

Alright then. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. Feel free to give me suggestions or something!

-Moose.