The Last Voice

Chapter 9

The brothers finished the hunt with Kayline's help behind the research, burying their emotions deep inside as they work with each other, struggling with the woman in white. Even until the hunt was done, nobody talks to each other about how to make things work like it used to.

Dean drove back to Stanford in silence, throwing glances every once in a while to his younger sister who was leaning against the window on the backseat, closing her eyes as if trying to avoid further unwanted torture of emotion while Sam sat in the front, keeping his mouth shut as thousands of emotions showed from his dull eyes, screaming regret and anger.

Hours passed along with darkened sky above them, Dean pulls in the driveway in front of Sam's apartment. "We're here," he simply spoke, barely looking at his younger brother as he let out the words.

Sam hesitated for a moment, sighing deeply as he stares at Kayline's figure in the backseat, eyes closed with evened breathing, she must be fallen asleep. He opened the door and got out of the car, closing it gently as he looked straight at Dean. "You'll call me, right? If you find him, I mean," he breathed out quietly.

The oldest sibling gazed at his brother, "Yeah, sure," Dean answered swiftly. He didn't know what else to say, he could have snapped at him but he was tired of all the anger and pain, he figured it would be much easier for him just to let it go.

The younger man stood motionlessly in the darkness, "She… Take care of her," he said with a slight hesitation.

"Always," Dean replied absent-mindedly. He did, he always take care of both of them since they were kids, what could possibly make him stop doing it even after they're older?

*****

Sam was looking for Jess, calling her name as he climbed the stairs, heading to their room. But the blonde haired girl was nowhere to be found. He called for her once again in their bedroom, though he got no answer. And when he looked at the ceiling, his whole world crumbled down as her body engulfed with fire.

*****

Kayline gasped as terror awakened from her slumber, something wasn't right. "Dean," she choked out as she sees an ambulance heading to the opposite direction with them. The paramedics were heading to Sam's apartment. "Dean!" She screamed for her older brother, pleading him to head back to the middle sibling's residence. Something bad was happening and she knew it.

Dean hit the brakes, maneuvering in high speed to get back to his younger brother's apartment as fast as he could. He sped the road, mind screaming hundreds of possibilities of his brother's harm. He just wished Sam would be okay, 'cause he swear if something happens to him when they are standing at this state of relationship, he'd have a massive breakdown that he was sure would be no good for his sister.

By the time they get there, the driveway was crowded with ambulance, fire fighters and rushing paramedics. Kayline screamed, for the first time after four years, she spoke his name through scream of terror. She ran out of the car towards the roaring fire before Dean could even stop the car.

"Kayline!" Dean shouted frantically as her slender figure ran through the crowd, shoving everyone out of her way and throws herself into the building. Dean ran after her, trying to catch her figure, shouting and pleading for her not to act stupid and searching for a hint of Sam in the crowd surround him. A man grab his arms from behind just when he was about to jump to the building.

"Sir, we have the situation under control, please wait behind the line," he said calmly, putting more strength to his arms as Dean struggles against his locking arms.

"The hell, you do! My sister just ran through the damn building and you said you have the situation under control?! That is my brother's apartment on fire with both my sister and him in it!" Dean shouted angrily, another man comes and held him back as he watched the scene before him in agony.

*****

Kayline's eyes widened, the living room was clouded with black smokes, made it hurts to even see through it, let alone breathe in it. She could hear Dean shouting for her outside, but her brain seemed to work in a whole new level of panic that she did not even bother to look back and jump to the stairs, screaming Sam's name with fear and terror.

By the time she reached the upper level, her lungs were burning from the smoke, it felt like it would explode at anytime. But she found him, his tall figure slumped against the wall, close to a consuming fire. Kayline screamed, she falls down next to him, trying to catch her own breath as she take off her jacket and push it against Sam's nose, trying to minimize the inhalation of the unwanted smoke.

She coughed for a few times, burning pain shoot through her respiration organs as she struggles with Sam's weight, balancing with her own using all the strength she have and somehow, make it down the stairs and outside before the paramedic rushed towards her and take over Sam's weight.

Dean broke free of the arms that was holding him, running to his sister's limp body, "Kayline, hey, are you okay?" He whispered frantically, Dean looked at his sister's face, she was covered with dirt and her hair was sticking on her face, but she managed to nod before closing her eyes and went limp in his arms, letting her evened breathing accompany her to rest in his brother's arms. "You scared me, you know," Dean whispered with a slight smile. "Don't ever do that again, okay?" He continued softly, and he sees her face, sleeping peacefully just like when she was a little girl curled up next to him under his blanket.

Dean closed his eyes, smiling as a tear run down his face. "Good job, Kay…,"

A/N: Is it weird that I found myself 'aww'-ing when I re-read this chapter? Reviews? Give me 6 and I'll update this next Tuesday, by my time, of course.