Chapter Three

[Dean's POV]

"Hey Sherry, wake up man," my voice wavered slightly as I shook Sherry, trying to wake her up from whatever trance she seemed to be in. She had given me quite a fright when she'd dropped down on the floor without any warnings and now she wasn't even waking up.

I felt Sherry starting to stir awake and sighed in relief, "Come on girl, we gotta get goin'." The faster we reached the co-ordinates that dad had given us, the faster we could find him. I suddenly turned my attention back to Sherry when she held my hands in a tight grip.

"Sam…," she croaked as if she was trying to tell me something.

"I'm Dean," I said to her, a little confused, "Sam's not here."

"No," she shook her head and tried again, "Sam's in trouble." She pointed up at the room where the lights were turned on and I could see a shadow moving around, but it was impossible that Sam could be up there since he'd just gone in a few minutes ago.

I knew Sam's routine. The guy would spend a good 15 minutes downstairs doing god-knows-what and then he'd go upstairs, and even though I had no idea how the hell Sherry knew that Sam was in trouble, I couldn't ignore the fact that there was something really off about the whole thing. So without another word, I ran off in the direction of the house, determine to get Sammy the hell outta that house and back into the safety of the Impala.

[Sherry's POV]

I sat up dazed and not really sure what had forced those words from my mouth. I wasn't even completely sure if I believed them myself, but apparently Dean did because I saw him running right towards our house. Not wanting to be left behind, I quickly stood up and followed Dean into the house.

When we went inside the house, Dean paused for a few seconds, his eyes scanning the house as if trying to find signs of danger and his ears twitching at the slightest sounds. I stopped right next to him and noticed that it was pretty silent in the house, a little too silent maybe. One look at Dean told me that he seemed to notice the lack of noise too.

"Sam," I called out to him and heard the echoes of my voice bouncing along the emptiness of the house. I shuddered as the image of those yellow eyes flashed in my mind and I felt this weird tingly sensation slide down my spine.

"Sammy!" Dean called out a little louder and there was still no response. I suddenly started to get the feeling that maybe I had been right after all and noticed that Dean had already started climbing up the stairs.

"Hey, wait for me," I said as I ran up behind him and followed him up the stairs. As we both headed towards Sam's room, we could hear Sam screaming and I suddenly wished that what I'd said earlier would be wrong and hoped that Sam would be alright.

But I froze halfway when I saw the scene inside the room. Sam was alright, but nothing else was. The whole room was on fire and I could see Sam looking up and pointing at the ceiling. When I looked up at it, a new sight greeted me. Jess was stuck up on the ceiling and she was being swallowed, devoured by the flames as if she was their new found meal.

I gasped and softly called out her name. "Jess," I murmured as I stood by the entrance, watching but not being able to do anything about it. I saw Dean running into Sam's room without a moment of hesitation and hated the fact that I couldn't be brave enough to do the same.

That was when I saw him. My eyes were going all around the room, trying to find something or someone else that need saving, when I suddenly saw a figure standing at the far end of the room. It was wearing a black cloak as if trying to hide itself and was standing next to the window, looking out of it.

Not even realising what I was doing, I stepped towards the figure. It was as if Jess, Sam and Dean were all forgotten as I stepped through the fire and continued walking towards the figure. Finally when I was close enough to it, it turned around.

"It's you," I gasped, taking quick steps back as it revealed its face to me. It was him! It had those same sinister and evil yellow eyes that I had seen in the darkness and as I retraced my steps out of the room, a cruel smile slowly spread across its lips.

Before I could manage to tear my eyes away from it, I tripped on my own two feet and fell on my butt on the hard, wooden floor. The smile grew wider as the trance broke and I suddenly put my hands in front of me for protection from the flames that were trying to lick my skin.

But I noticed that none of them even came close to touching me, it was like something was stopping them from it. I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the scary sight in front of me, not wanting to see him.

That was when a strong hand suddenly gripped my wrist and guided me out of the room. "Come on, Sherry. We gotta get outta here before this whole house blows up," the familiar voice said. I let those arms lead me away from the room, away from him. My eyes were still closed but I trusted whoever was pulling me out enough to not put up any resistance, knowing that whoever it was, was trying to get me to safety.

I opened my eyes when the hand let go of me and saw who had gotten me out of the room. It was Dean.