Author's Note- Hey guys. Sorry it's taken me so long to continue this story but I've had a lot going on in my life latley and I haven't gotten a chance to work on it until now. I don't have any type of word program so I've had to scribble this out on a note book and use this random program that came with my computer. It's really been a pain, but I still have a lot of inspiration for this story and many ideas including introducting a new character here soon. So I hope I still have readers and please feel free to comment on my lack of updating! lol Enjoy

-Wings Of Fire-

Violent flames suddenly engulfed the small room and Sam shielded his eyes with his hands. The heat burned them almost instantly, causing blisters to erupt across his palms and exposed forearms in seconds. He had to get out of the room before he too burned alive. There was no helping Caleb but his screams of agony pulled at the young Winchester's emotions as Sam fought his way on to his feet and buried his nose into the crook of his elbow. The smoke was thick with heat and the smell of burnt human flesh and it caused Sam to cough, choking and sputtering while he blindly looked for an exit.

Sam-"Dean! Bobby!"

He yelled but received no answer from anyone. All he heard was the roar of the fire and the pounding of his own heart between his ears. Caleb was no longer screaming and Sam's watering eyes flicked to the site where he had stood just moments before. A dark mass remained crumpled on the floor, overwhelmed by the fire that had spread to the couch and was now consuming the rug Sam was standing on and creeped hungrily towards the Winchester's denim covered legs. Sam back peddled until his head thumped heavily against the wall behind him. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run. He was going to die in a fire that had materialized from his pregnant brother's hands. Sam couldn't help but wonder how they would write that into his obituary.

His lungs burned, every breath causing intense pain as the flames reached his boots. Sam stomped out the minor flames that had reached him but after returning his foot to the floor he realized that wouldn't be an option for long as the rubber souls of his boots were beginning to melt. There was no possible way something human and innocent could generate a fire with such ferocity and heat that items in the room were burning down into piles of ash within seconds. Sam coughed, tears streaming down his face as he could no longer keep the smoke from burning his eyes. He couldn't breathe, wheezing while he frantically patted his already burned hands against the flames that licked at the material of his jeans.

So this is what it was like. This is what it was like to burn alive. This, this pain, this horrible agony is what his mother and his beloved Jessica felt when that yellow eyed son of a bitch murdered them? Sam only hoped he would be granted the mercy of passing out before the flames reached more vital pieces of flesh.

Bobby-"Sam hold your breath!"

Bobby's voice commanded from somewhere to his left and before Sam managed to fully intake on his damaged lungs, a heavy white blast exploded from a fire extinguisher in Bobby's hands and cleared a path to the burning Winchester. Bobby rushed into the burning room and grabbed a handful of Sam's jacket. Both men stumbled from the room and blindly burst from the house, spilling out into the dirt lot of the junk yard. Sam collapsed into the dirt, gasping for air on his backside as he looked up into Bobby's soot stained face. He was missing an eyebrow and the front of his favorite ball cap had been partly burned away.

Sam-"Where's...Dean?"

Sam gasped, pausing between the words from the effort it took on his damaged lungs. His hands, forearms, feet, and right leg seared with unrelenting pain but Sam managed to push himself up into a sitting position to look for his brother. The night was dark with soft glow of the fire being the only light that stretched out to reach the two hunters. Bobby sat down his fire extinguisher into the dirt and bent down to Sam's leg. He gingerly pulled away the burnt remains of the kid's jeans to find the badly charred flesh underneath. Sam groaned, biting on the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out.

Bobby-"Jesus boy. You look like you just came off the barbeque. We need to get you to a hospital."

Sam-"Bobby..."

Sam said more sternly, grabbing the eldest hunter's wrist and looking him in the only eye he could see as the rest of his face was concealed darkness of the night around them.

Sam-"Where's my brother. Where's Dean? Did he make it out?"

Bobby shook his head.

Bobby-"I don't know Sam. You were the only one left alive in the living room."

Sam's green eyes looked back to the house and watched the fire begin to breach the roof. People didn't just vanish from burning houses. They either escape to live another day or they died. There was no in-between. So where was Dean? Where was his brother that was harboring some kind of world ending supernatural monster inside his body?

Sam didn't know, but when he found him, if he found him, he knew one thing for certain; the child had to die. With or without Dean's permission.