Hello! I'm not dead! sorry about the wait, but I've been busy and I've had some writers block when it comes to this story. But I'm back on track now! Oh, and there will be Midam in some later chapters. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Sam had been Gifted with Water, just like his mother. Dean had taken after their father and he had been Gifted with Fire. Fire and Water were not very compatible, so it was a wonder that their father and mother had even been able to stand each other enough to get married and have two children.

Their father was intimidating and strong, almost oppressing in his aggression. He cared deeply for his family, and he would do anything to protect them, but sometimes his temper got the best of him.

All of the information he knew about his mother came from Dean. She had been soft and kind, but stubborn as hell when she wanted to be. She could always stare John right in the eyes and tell him when he was being an idiot. Whenever his big brother talked about her he got a far off look in his eyes and they would cloud up in a mixture of pain and fondness, though the pain was more prominent.

Mary had died in a fire. It had been set by a person Gifted with Fire, a pyromaniac. Their mother was Gifted with Water, so she could have put the fire out, but there had been just too much of it. Waters could not stand being in heat for too long because they got dehydrated extremely fast. The heat had drained her powers until she was as helpless as a person with no Gift would have been. She had burned to death. It had not been quick.

After she died their father had blamed himself for it. That night he had spent the night at his friend's house. John and Mary had gotten into a fight, which was practically inevitable because they were polar opposites, but this fight had been different. There had been harsh words, of course, but near the end John had said something to Mary that had made her nearly vibrate in anger. She had stood there, deadly, still, and quiet. John had immediately tried to backtrack and apologize, but it had been too late.

Their mother had kicked him out for the night. Dean told Sam that their mom was always scary whenever she got quiet. He told Sam that after their dad had left, Mary had collapsed onto the couch, sobbing. Dean had went to comfort her, and she just smiled and took him up to see Sam in his crib.

"This is your family, Dean," she had told him. "You need to take care of your family, even when they do something you don't like."

When the fire had started Mary had immediately rushed to get her sons out of the house. She had grabbed Dean out of his bed and Sam out of his crib. Since the fire had been set by someone with a Gift, it had been immensely strong. As Dean and Mary rushed out of Sam's room, the fire roared down the hallway towards them. Mary knew that there was no way out. They couldn't go down that hallway with the fire racing towards them, and it was too high for them to jump out the window. She knew that she couldn't save her boys, but she didn't have to. Dean was Gifted with Fire. Granted, he was young, but he was strong, and if he could concentrate his power on shielding his brother from the fire then they could make it out.

Mary had shoved baby Sam into Dean's arms. "Dean, get him out of here!" she had yelled. "Don't let him get burned."

"B-b-but w-what ab-bout you?" Dean had stammered between his sobs. Mary dropped to her knees and took his face in her hands. "I'll be okay, sweetheart. I'll be right behind you. You just keep you and your brother safe. I love you, now go."

Dean had sprinted down the hallway and the stairs, so focused on keeping the fire from burning his wailing baby brother that he didn't notice that his mom wasn't following him. He didn't have to focus on making sure the fire didn't burn him because his Gift would make sure that he would never feel the burn of fire. Sam was vulnerable though, so he had to make sure that the baby didn't get burned.

He had gotten out of the door and he looked around excitedly. "Mom, I did it!"

When he received no answer he looked around in confusion. In that moment, the firefighters came, trucks wailing along with Sam. They had jumped out and grabbed Dean.

"Are you okay? Are you or your brother hurt?"

"No, b-but m-my mom's s-still inside! Y-you have to save h-her!"

But they couldn't.

Sam sighed as he collapsed on his bed, Jess already asleep and snuggling a pillow. He smiled at her. He had met his girlfriend after he had left home for college and she was amazing. She had no Gift, but she made it into a college that accepted mostly Gifted. She was stubborn and beautiful, and Sam loved her.

He yawned and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep. His mind was buzzing. After about fifteen minutes of laying in bed he finally got up and put his jacket on. He pulled on his shoes too and went for a walk.

Adam had looked so miserable sitting at his mother's grave, so young and vulnerable. Sam's heart had went out to him. The kid had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Mixed were always looked down upon in society, even though they couldn't help the way they had been born. Sam had never thought any less of Mixed, even though he had never really met any.

One time when they had been living in a motel, after their mom died because their dad couldn't seem to settle down anywhere now that his wife was dead, there had been a gang of people beating up on a teenager. Sam had been about six at the time, and he had been confused on why his dad and his brother didn't help the kid. He had made a move to run towards the people, but his dad had grabbed his collar.

"What are you doing?" Sam had asked, horrified at the behavior. "We have to help him!"

"No," his father had instructed, voice hard and eyes even harder. "It's just a Mixed, we don't need to help it."

"He's a person and he needs help!"

Their argument had ended when they heard a different cry of pain from the area of the gang. The sight made Sam smile proudly and John's face turn red in anger. Dean was currently beating the crap out of the gang, and it looked like he wasn't having that much trouble with it. Their dad had trained them to defend themselves from an early age, paranoid that they would be hurt by anyone and everyone. The Mixed had quickly thanked Dean before scampering off.

That night, John had screamed at Dean before storming off and going to a bar. After he had left, Sam launched himself at Dean and hugged him as hard as he could.

Sam smiled at the memory. Both he and Dean would make sure Adam would be taken care of, because he was family, and family was all they had. He had already started looking at a high school Adam could go to that wasn't too far away from Bobby's house. Just about an hour. Bobby didn't like living near too many people.

As Sam was finishing his walk, he noticed that there was smoke coming from his home. His eyes widened in horror and he took off running.

A faulty outlet. That had been the cause of the fire. That was the reason Jess was dead. He hadn't even been able to tell her how much he had loved her.

The funeral seemed like a dream to him. Jess couldn't be dead. She was a good person. Good people shouldn't die. But, then again, his mom had been a good person. Kate Milligan had been a good person. His dad had been a good person, though sometimes it was hard to tell.

And as he put the ring case in Jess's cold hands while she was lying in her casket, he thought that that wasn't fair. Why did she have to die? Why would God let this happen? Unlike his brother, Sam did still believe in God, but he decided that God must have hated humans. Giving them people to love and them ripping them from the world.

And as the love of his life was lowered into her casket, he thought that that was not okay.