This is the last chapter. I believe I rewrote it about five times but this is the final draft. I hope you enjoyed my first large scale story and I am all ready on to my next one. Thanks for reading.

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Dean knew the moment he opened his eyes that this wasn't the dream like world he seemed to be trapped in. It felt different somehow and he wondered how he finally escaped. Somehow he woke up and he could only pray that Sam was right behind him. He opened his eyes and pushed himself onto his elbows slowly realizing his body seemed tired and sore. The smell hit him immediately and the fear took over when he realized it was gasoline. He looked over at the only movement he sensed and saw a woman standing near the door. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back into a pony tail and it helped to keep her face unobscured. Dean's mind took a mental image of her as it somehow knew he would need to know this information in the future. The woman flicked the lighter she held and Dean saw the flame grow to life in slow motion. Dean's heart jumped at seeing the flame lick upwards and the smell of gasoline held more than a hint of fear. Sheer terror gripped him as she tossed the lighter towards him and instinct immediately took over. He rolled towards where he knew the space between the two beds lay and landed on all fours. Not even a second later he heard the bed engulf into flames and he looked up to see Sam lying on the floor on the other side of the motel room.

The hunter stood from the ground and raised his arms to try and keep the fire away from his gasoline soaked clothes. The fire engulfed the wall fast and Dean knew he wouldn't have much time to escape. He looked to the door and saw some kind of symbol marked on it. He turned to the window and saw the same thing and he saw the girl drawing something on the other side of the glass. He reached over for the closest thing, which happened to be a chair, and threw it through the window at her. She cried out at the chair crashing through the window spreading glass everywhere before looking up at him. He stared at her a moment before moving towards his brother. He knelt next to Sam and anger took over him when he realized that Sam was soaked in gasoline as well.

"Sam? Sam!" The young hunter groaned but he only opened his eyes to half mast. Sam looked exhausted but Dean didn't have time to look him over right now. They needed to get out of the almost fully burning motel room. Dean felt the heat above him and the smoke hit him hard enough that he started coughing.

"Dean?" Sam looked around in confusion before breaking out in a cough trying to push himself up from the floor way too slowly. Dean didn't waste any more time as he reached under Sam's arms and hauled him to his feet in one swift motion. He grabbed a hold of his brother's arm and started dragging him towards the door. Sam stumbled behind him but thankfully he kept his feet even as he stooped to get away from the fire covered ceiling. Dean went to open the door and wasn't too surprised to find it didn't move one inch and his eyes traveled to the sigil drawn on there. He looked at the broken window silently thanking his instincts to stop the girl from finishing her drawing. He went over and used his elbow to knock away most of the glass remaining fixed to the window before turning to his brother.

Sam's eyes were big and fixed on the fire that was currently racing throughout the rest of the motel room. Smoke billowed towards the open window seeming to look for an escape as well. The fire's blaze grew louder by the second until Dean could barely hear himself think. Dean grabbed a hold of Sam around the waist and pushed him through the open window while using his other hand to duck Sam's head away from the remaining glass. Sam cried out at the action not fully ready for Dean's forceful help. Sam rolled out of the window before stopping on all fours right next to the parking lot finishing up coughing out the smoke in his lungs. Dean grabbed a hold of the window sill before leaping through and running towards his still too slow brother.

"Come on Sam. Move it." Dean dragged his brother to his feet once more and started towards the waiting Impala that was waiting for them on the other side of the parking lot. People were starting to come out of wherever they were hiding to gape at the large fire. Yelling about water and calling the police was flooded out of Dean's head by the sound of Sam's labored breathing. They reached the Impala and Dean placed Sam on the ground leaning him against the car before standing to look around. The fire was now spreading to the surrounding motel rooms and Dean could see the owner yelling about getting help.

Dean tried to think back about what happened and what exactly he remembered. He thought back to when he first entered the motel room and then falling asleep. He fell asleep to enter his memories trying to escape from the first second he realized what was happening. And now he woke up with a gasoline filled room and seeing a lighter thrown at him. He would have to wait for Sam to be calmer in order to ask him but he desperately needed answers. He knelt next to his brother and started assessing Sam for any injuries. Sam's eyes were closed as Dean's hands went over his brother's body without restraint. Dean was starting to realize that Sam was physically okay when Sam's hand pushed Dean's away from him.

"Sam. Look at me. Sam!" Sam's eyes opened and he turned towards the sound of his brother's voice.

"Tell me what happened?"

"Coven poisoned us. You wouldn't wake up. Bobby must have stopped them. And a demon. A demon was here."

Dean was still confused but he looked around at Bobby's name being mentioned. He didn't see his truck which must mean that Sam might be partially right. Hopefully Bobby was gone dealing with the coven. But that left the question to who was that woman who tried to burn the both of them alive.

"Dean?" The older hunter turned and saw Sam's wide eyes fixed to him.

"What happened?" It was Dean's turn to answer this question immediately knowing why Sam was asking it.

"I'm not sure. I woke up to see this woman trying to burn us both to a crisp."

"But why?"

"No idea. I'm going to find out though." Sam just nodded at his older brother's statement. Sam knew his brother wouldn't stop until he found out who did this and why.

"I would give anything not to smell gasoline right now." Dean couldn't help the smile that he now showed because of his brother's statement. Dean sniffed and winced at the gasoline smell that overpowered him. It would take days for both of them to not smell it anymore. Dean could feel it on his face and in his hair. It should scare him knowing someone doused him with gasoline but it scared him more knowing someone did it to Sam. If Dean wouldn't have woken up then Sam would have burned alive. That vision entered his mind and Dean physically shook his head to clear it. It would do no good imagining bad things happening to Sam.

"God, I can taste it." Sam's voice was laced with horror and fear but it held a hint of relief as well. Probably relief at not being burned alive. Dean patted his sibling on the leg knowing exactly what gasoline tasted like as he licked his lips. Disgusting. Dean thought back at Sam's face when he was staring at the fire. He probably saw Jessica and even his Mom stuck up there on the ceiling. Thankfully, Dean didn't have time to think and he was just happy that he got his brother out of that inferno in time.

"Dean!" The older Winchester stood at his name being called and was relieved to see Bobby coming towards the Impala. Bobby's shoulders fell in relief when he noticed that both Winchesters were relatively okay. He seemed to slow his walk towards them and Dean could tell that Bobby knew some things that would put the older Winchester at unease.

"Bobby. Are you all right?" The older hunter nodded at the Winchester before taking a look at the half asleep Sam that was still resting on the ground.

"You both smell like gasoline. What the hell happened?" Dean glanced behind Bobby to watch that the entire motel was almost up in flames by now and he didn't bother answering as he sat next to his brother. Dean sighed deeply knowing that he and Sam were close to dying only a few minutes ago. He needed to get over it quick in order to find out exactly what happened and who was responsible. Those feelings only slowed someone down and Dean wouldn't be slowed down for anything.

"I'll fill you in later and you can tell me about this coven. Is it taken care of?"

"I took care of it. We might have a bigger problem though."

"Tell me later. After a shower."

"Do you boys need anything?"

"A bed." Sam answered immediately and Dean gave Bobby his best smile.

"The biggest cheeseburger you can find. I'm starving."

Bobby nodded and left them alone for Dean to stew in his own dark thoughts. He would get up in a minute once Sam was ready. They would find another motel room and start replacing everything they lost in the fire. First they both would scrub themselves raw trying to get rid of this gasoline smell. Anything to take that smell out of their nostrils and the memory it brought with it. Dean turned to his brother and saw Sam's eyes were once again closed and his breathing was starting to even out. Dean knew if he left him there for another minute he would be fast asleep. Dean stood and grabbed his brother for the third time today and pulled him roughly to his feet. Sam swayed in response before righting himself next to his brother. Dean opened the passenger door and started pushing Sam in but Sam grabbed a hold of the door frame stopping their forward momentum.

"Dean. No. Your car will smell like gasoline." Dean responded by pushing Sam all the way into the seat even as Sam tried his best to stop him.

"There are more important things to worry about. Now sleep. I'm going to find us another motel." Dean pushed the door closed and walked over to his side of the Impala. By this time the fire trucks were pulling in followed by the police. Dean wanted to be out of there so they didn't have to answer any questions that came their way. Questions led to suspicion and they didn't need that right now. Dean needed to get Sam someplace safe and then he would start researching again. He would get the information that Bobby had and he would go on the war path. Nothing would stop him from finding those responsible for what happened the last two days. Climbing into the Impala he wasn't surprised to find his sibling fast asleep as he turned the car on. He rolled down the windows trying to get the gasoline smell to leave but right now he didn't worry about it too much. He pulled out of the increasingly crowded parking lot and left the fire behind. If only it was that easy to leave the memories they accumulated from this hunt behind as well.

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Amber stood watching Leslie drive out of the parking lot a tad bit recklessly. The tense woman seemed beyond relieved when Amber told her to go home and get some rest. A small bow of the head and Leslie was practically running towards her car. Amber didn't move even as the car was still long gone.

"They didn't burn."

The voice behind her was low and threatening but Amber knew he didn't hold a candle to her power. She was beyond him even if he didn't know it. He assumed he was in charge but she knew it didn't matter. Amber wasn't willing to take orders from him but she would pretend for her own sake. Whatever left her free to do as she wished.

"Human error."

"I did tell you it would be better to kill them yourself. Out-right." A regular demon would have done that but Amber wasn't willing to take that step. She wanted to see the Winchesters in pain and see the light go out of their eyes. She was ready to stand by that window and watch the boys burn but Leslie's mistakes made that impossible. Leslie would pay soon enough once her usefulness was done.

"You should have listened to me."

"Yea but I didn't."

"I suggest you don't make that mistake again. I'll be in touch."

Amber felt when the demon left her and her eyes flashed black in quick anger. He always thought he could control her but she was her own demon in her own right. She would do as she wished. They wanted the Winchesters dead for their own plans but Amber would kill them her way. Eventually she would watch the Winchester's eyes grow large in horror before she took their lives away from them.