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"Go back out to the car," Dean said. I was staring blankly at his back, everything was muffled, all of my senses. His voice felt so far away, everything felt far except one thing, my parents were dead. "Lyra," Dean insisted.

"L-let me see," I whispered I had to see for myself I had to see what that witch did to my family. "Please."

Dean turned swiftly towards me, all I could only see two figures laying on the ground for a split moment. Then Dean's chest was blocking my view. "Lyra, please, you don't need to see this, just go back to the car." He told me. That's when I saw something that I would be seeing a lot more often from both Winchesters. Grief and guilt. Those two things were plastered over Dean's face. "I'll come with you, once Sam finds the witch we can give them a hunter's funeral."

He started walking towards me, probably in an attempt to force me back out of the house. However, he also was clear of the doorway. I darted around him and ran into the room. What I saw is something that is still cemented in my brain forever. It's one of the many images that I have seen that haunts my nightmares. My mom was the first one I saw, and it was horrific. She looked as if she had been burned alive, which explained the horrible smell. The only reason why I could tell my mom from my dad was their heights. There was barely any skin left, and no hair at all.

In the few moments that I had to look on at the scene before Dean literally picked me up an took me away. First I noticed that there was very little left of their eyes. Both sets had been reduced to a gel-like substance that was dripping out of the sockets. The second was the scratches on my father's skin. It was as if he had been trying to claw the fire off of him. The third was that both of them, even though they weren't exactly beautiful before, had been reduced to almost nothing. They deserved so much more. I took a step towards the two bodies whenever I was all of sudden being lifted up.

"You shouldn't have seen that." I heard Dean whisper. He had me slung over his shoulder and was practically running out of the building. I fought back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. This wasn't a time to cry, I would not cry. I would not think about what could have been. I would not think about how it was my fault they were dead. I would not think about if they blamed me. All I would think about was killing that bitch.

"We need to go help Sam," I said once Dean set me down. I stood up straight and stiffened my shoulders. "The witch needs to burn." I snarled. "We need to go now, I want to be the one to feel the snap of her neck under my hands. Or better yet, watch her struggle as she burns alive just as she forced my parents." Dean looked like he desperately wanted to protest, but didn't say anything. He only opened the passenger door for me and handed me a pistol on my way in the vehicle.

Dean was going eighty the whole way back to the college. Neither one of us said a word, there was really nothing to say, at least not yet. As we drove I focused on the gun. Unloading it, reloading it, checking the safety, and getting a feel for the weight. Shooting a gun was nothing new to me, but I wanted to be at least somewhat familiar with the weapon, I didn't want to miss.

Just a few minutes later we screeched to a stop directly in front of the building. Both me and Dean were out within seconds, running across campus, both of our weapons concealed. We had no idea where the witch and Sam were, but we at least knew where to start, so we headed to the art building, where the witch was last seen. We burst into the drawing classroom and the instructor stopped whatever he had just been saying and stared at us. "Sorry, Mr. Job." I squeaked out. Dean went to shut the door, but I stopped him with my hand. "Have you seen Aubrey anywhere?"

Job just shook his head silently, he seemed to be slightly shocked. I just nodded my head and ducked back out. "Has Sam texted you or anything?" I asked Dean as we ran out of the opposite side of the building. I wasn't sure where we were headed, and I don't think that Dean knew either, but we couldn't just sit still. "Here," I said snatching Dean's phone out of his hand, my impatience getting the best of me. I found his number and hit the green button. Dean huffed but didn't say anything.

"Where are you guys, I'm a little busy." I heard Sam snap on the other line. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then jumped whenever I heard something thunk. So this was why Dean hadn't outright called Sam himself. "We're over in the barn." He said before hanging up. I changed direction suddenly, throwing Dean his phone.

"They're in the AG barn!" I shouted towards him and took my pistol back out of my waistband. Just a few more feet until we reached the slightly ajar barn doors. Sam was in there, with the witch. All I could think of was how badly I wanted to set the witch on fire, how I wanted to make her die just as she killed my family. I wouldn't let her get away with the clean death, I'd rather shoot Sam and Dean than let them shoot her.