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Dead. Gone. Deceased. Passed away. Killed. Murdered. Slaughtered.

There were so many words running through his brain right now as he sat in the motel room, staring off into space. The walls held no comfort and did nothing to help him to breathe again as the words traveled through his head surrounded by a single fact that he couldn't believe. His brother was dead. Dean was dead and he wasn't taking it well, because it couldn't be true. They couldn't convince him, not at the scene when they kept repeating that they had no pulse, not at the hospital when the doctor came in to talk to him, not even when they salt and burned his body. It wasn't true.

But he was in denial; it was a stage of grief. Something that was common knowledge but also well ingrained in him after Jessica. With Jessica denial didn't last long even though for a while he convinced himself he was crazy, that'd what he'd seen wasn't real. But he hadn't seen Dean die, not with his own eyes, and his brother was still breathing when he got him in the car. Dean wasn't even on the side of the car that had gotten hit by the semi, Dad had been and he was fine, got away with a broken arm. The doctor said it was the extent of the injuries, that the accident and impact must have been what did it.

Sam wanted vengeance. Revenge, justice, whatever it took. He wanted to bring Dean back. Without him…Sam couldn't finish the thought. Couldn't think of what life without Dean would be like. No, life the past few days had been terrible. Unbearable. Dad hadn't said two words to Sam, about anything and when Sam woke up that morning his Dad wasn't there. He didn't know and a part of him didn't care. Right now it was hard to take in anything other than the words surrounding the brutal truth. A truth he didn't want to believe.

He took a deep breath, he was tired, and exhausted even and when he looked at the mirror for a second when he went to the bathroom he didn't recognize the face in front of him. He shook his head to push the thoughts away of himself. He didn't want to think right now. Wished he could go to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he saw his father with yellow eyes and Dean bleeding to death and then Dean's corpse on fire, burning to ash.

The door opened and he looked up hopefully, for a quick second thinking about possibilities and hopes but his father stepped through looking paler than he had been in the past few days.

"Where were you?" Sam asked, not all that interested but a little concerned.

His dad didn't say anything but dropped something he'd been holding on the table in front of him.

Sam read the headlines and his eyes widened. A house fire in New York killed a family. The origin of the fire, baby's nursery. He looked at his father, whose eyes met his.

"It's started already." His dad muttered.

"Do you think…do you think it's a trap?" Sam asked.

John ran a hand over his face. "I don't know, probably. But, we should go check it out." He said looking over at the nightstand where the Colt lay.

Sam blew out his breath. "How'd you get this anyway, we're in-." He paused a pain shooting through his head. He hissed and grabbed it.

"Sam?" He heard his dad say and there the pain was again, almost as bad as the first one and a flash of images went through his mind, a little girl, a blonde woman. Then he blinked and saw his dad in front of him.

He was about to say something but he grabbed his head again as another pain went through him. He clutched his head and the image appeared before his eyes.

He couldn't see faces, but he saw figures. He saw what looked like a man get up and stand before a room, and another and then another before returning to another larger room and kissing a woman on the forehead. He saw her though, same blonde haired woman as before. The man then lay down. The image flashed forward to the man waking up again, something dripping on his forehead and then looking up. The blonde woman was on the ceiling, stomach slashed and then he was screaming right before the fire erupted from the ceiling above.

Sam gasped as his eyes focused on his Dad's face again. "Sam? Sam!"

"A fire, another one. In New York, it has to be. We might be to late." Sam said, looking at his dad.

"A vision?" John asked, his forehead creased with worry.

"Yeah." Sam walked slowly to the nightstand where the Colt was and grabbed it.

"Let's go." Sam told him and John followed.

"New York, are you sure?" John said as he turned onto the highway. They had been driving for a couple hours without really a word said and were getting close.

"It has to be, why would the demon spread them out? He wants us there." Sam told him, tightening the grip on the Impala's wheel. It was so weird driving it, apparently it had survived the crash and all it took was a couple days work on it, something that Bobby and his dad had done. Dean would have wanted it that way.

He swallowed whatever was in his throat and glanced at his Dad. "Dad-."

His father shook his head and held up a hand. "Not now Sam. Okay?"

He understood, but they were going to talk about it sometime. Because he wasn't okay and neither was his father.

He took a deep breath and let it out, concentrating on the road ahead.

It didn't take them that long to get to New York and Sam was unnerved at the difference between traveling with his father and traveling with Dean. He was driving, for one and there were no comments from his father, nothing, and if he hadn't glanced in his direction every few minutes Sam might not even know he was there. Sam wasn't the only one taking Dean's…he swallowed, Dean's death not well.

When they got there Sam grabbed a fake ID, fire inspector. He looked at his father. The only other IDs in there were Dean's.

"I bet if you hide the um, picture they won't notice it's not you." He supplied but John only grunted in response and got out of the car.

The police had finished up their investigation and labeled it as fire due to an electrical short. Or so the paper said. Sam reached into his jacket pocket for the EMF and flicked it on.

No one was at the scene and the remains of the house, which was only brick, charred wood and the foundation, were blocked off by yellow tape. Sam stepped over it and took the EMF out. He looked at his Dad who walked to the other side of the foundation.

"Sam." His dad called and he walked over. In front of them was a line of yellow stuff along the outside of the foundation. When it got to one spot it scattered.

Sam bent down and touched the substance bringing it up to his nose he grimaced at the smell. Sulfur.

He pointed to where the sulfur was scattered. "I bet you that's just below where the baby's nursery was."

John nodded and walked around the rest of the house. Finally he came back. "I don't see anything, I don't know what he wants us to find."

Sam shook his head. "And this isn't the house in my vision. I was hoping it would give us some kind of clue or something."

"You didn't get any kind of address? Or anything to give away where it might be?" His father asked.

Sam shook his head again, frustrated. "No, nothing. It was like-It was like something was blocking me but there was something familiar as well."

"Familiar what?"

"I don't know, I can't explain it." Sam said looking down and then up again. The face in front of him wasn't the one he was expecting though and for a moment he had to wonder where his brother was. Then the air rushed out of him as the truth came in again and he swayed on his feet.

"Sam?" John asked.

"Yeah, I think we should go. Get a room, maybe we could go into town, explain what the girl looked like, see if anyone knows her." He paused and looked at his dad. "You know, it's strange. I couldn't see the guy, the husband. Just the wife."

His dad shrugged. "Maybe he wasn't important."

Sam shook his head. "No, I think that's what it was, he was important. Maybe something or someone is keeping me from seeing him."

His dad looked at him for a second. "You think it's the demon?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I don't know, I think once we find the house, maybe we'll know."

John nodded and got in the car and Sam stared at the house for a second longer. They were too late to save this family, too late for the other one too, the fire had already happened, and maybe they were just there to taunt him. Another thing he couldn't save.

"Where are you going?" John asked his son as Sam drove past the town and out of it.

"I-I just have a feeling." Was all Sam said as they drove past trees and other houses on the outskirts. Finally the reached another town and houses became closer together and bigger. Sam drove past the town again and toward more trees until he reached another town. This one was bigger he could tell and he saw restaurants, a diner, an ice skating rink and then more houses. He turned down one and kept driving until he turned down another, unsure of what he where he was going but it was almost as if he had an automatic map in his head. Finally he turned down another street, the houses getting bigger and more cars in the driveway.

The hair on his neck stood up and finally he spotted something that didn't fit in with the rest of the houses on the street, what he had been looking for. His mind involuntarily flashed to his vision and he could see the house clearly in his mind and when he blinked it was in front of him.

He shook his head.

"This the one from your vision?" His dad asked, whom he had forgotten was even there.

"Yeah." Sam said and went to get out, making sure the ID was in his pocket.

There was a growing crowd in front of the house. Shocked expressions were on each of their faces, some people were whispering, others were crying. Some cops stood around the yellow tape pushing people away before they could get too close. An ambulance was parked by the driveway and there was a fire truck blocking the neighbors yard, obviously no use for the truck but the fire fighters were in the ruins.

Sam walked up to a balding man who held a younger girl, rubbing her back as she cried.

"What happened?" He asked looking to see that his Dad had went to the other side.

The guy glanced at him, his face pale. "No one knows, it happened last night, a huge fire, no one, no one survived"

"Whose house?"

The girl whimpered and the guy shook a bit. "The Daughtry's." But that's all he said as he lead the girl away.

"It's okay Jackie, it's alright honey." He whispered.

No one else around was saying anything. Just staring at the house, shocked. It didn't look like he was getting in their anyway today, fake fire inspector badge or not. He'd have to wait till tomorrow and do some research on his own. Why would the demon come here? What was the importance?

Looking at the house he felt his stomach roll and his head pound. He suddenly felt empty. He looked around for his dad but wanting Dean there. God, he wanted Dean there. He looked away quickly and then met his Dad by the car.

"Find anything out?" Sam asked.

"Sulfur."

"You?"

"The Daughtry's? No survivor's but I don't think this started from the baby's nursery. I think this was different."

His dad shook his head and they got in the car.

When Sam drove away he felt like he was leaving something behind.