I have to congratulate myself on my villain, Al. First because in reviews most of you told me that she is a special and intriguing creature. And second because there was a blockbuster in my country by one of the famous director and some sexy young actors naming Aal. I am happy that you liked Al (or hate it.)

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Dean cocked his gun ready to shoot. After all it was the first lesson he had learned in hunting. First shoot then ask questions.

Maybe it was the only time he didn't regret asking question first.

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It was almost 8 o'clock and Mr. Aria was coming home to his daughter and niece after a long night of driving. When he opened the door he saw a white line behind the door, he examined it astonished when he found it to be salt. He then came in and saw all the scattered papers and books on the table. He didn't know what to think after he saw the title of some of them.

He then went upstairs where he thought the girls should be still sleeping and headed to the guest room, the only room whose door was open and its light was still on.

He entered the room only to see a man with a deep frown on his face had his gun pointed on him. He put his hands in the air instinctively out of fear for his life. Before he even can think what a strange man is doing in his house Mary ran to him and enveloped him in a hug.

"Dad." Mary said relieved. Thanks God it was only his dad and not another monstrous creature.

"Uncle Shahram." Ann said with a sigh also obviously relieved.

"What the hell is going on?" Mr. Aria asked even more confused when Dean lowered his gun and he saw Sam's still form on the bed. Now he was sure they were not hostage, but what the heck these armed strangers were doing in his house. "What is going on?" He repeated.

Mary lifted her head from her father's chest to look him in the eye, not knowing where to start, "You weren't supposed to comeback till next week."

Mr. Aria ignored the question nervously. "You girls are ok?" He said eyeing Dean suspiciously, afraid that he might have been hurt the girls.

"Don't worry Dad; they saved us from… from…" Mary couldn't finish her sentence; she knew his father didn't believe in any paranormal thing, let alone this very alive and kicking Al in the basement.

"Al, Sir." Dean finished for her. He didn't know why he called him sir, maybe just because he reminded him of his father.

Mr. Aria was a tall middle aged man with gray hair and bristles. He wasn't angry or intimidated with Dean any more, he just wanted answers worriedly. For that Dean was grateful. The only thing he didn't need right now was a pissed father who thought he is a murderer intruder.

"You mean Aal?" Recognition of the situation came to him suddenly, the salt line, the papers and books on the table. "Just tell me what is going on before I grow a pair of horn on my head."

"Dad, could you please come to my room. I'll explain everything." Mary thought it's better if she explained things in private to her father. Dean would be more comfortable too.

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While Mary was talking to her father in another room, Dean checked Sam's breathing and pulse one more time. Sam's breathing was labored but not worse than before. His pulse was fast and his fever was higher. Maybe the good thing was that he was still deeply unconscious due to the morphine. With that amount of morphine Sam would be sleep at least for the next four or five hours.

Dean considered all his choices one more time. A big part of him just wanted to go to basement and end all this by freeing Al. a small part him couldn't betray his brother and bring him more pain. And a part of him knew it can't end well. Nothing ends well for them. He just prayed it wouldn't end disastrously.

The older Winchester looked one more time at his younger brother's still face.

His brother lying on the filthy mattress, dead.

Dean wiped out that image from his mind.

Sam dying silently in his hands.

He shook his head to wipe that image too.

Sam in his arms dead.

Sam dead.

Dead.

Life is so fragile. It can be broke with a fillip. Dean Winchester knew it better than anybody. One moment those who you love are alive next moment they are gone for ever.

After a life time trying to keep Sam safe, he died not more than a few feet from him.

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Mary explained every thing to his dad, but her dad still was suspicious. He was right to be. What had happened was so unbelievable. No one in their right mind would believe it. So they went to the basement to show him the hardest proof they got. The Al.

"Holy mother of God! What the hell is this?" Mr. Aria said as he saw the Al in the basement from where was standing on the steps. He didn't go any further. It was more than he needed to believe his daughter and niece crazy story. Even for a strong person like him it was shocking to see devil in their house. At first he was pretty shaken. But despite all of this he was a worldly-wise man, so he recovered his composure pretty fast.

"We have to help them dad, they saved both me and Ann's life." Mary pleaded.

Her dad closed the basement door, not looking at her, deeply in thought. "I may know how to save the boy." He said.

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Dean was lost in his chaotic thoughts, when Ann rushed into the room panting. Dean was torn a part from his fearful thoughts, he stood bolt in alarm.

Ann took a moment to take a breath. "My uncle might be able to help us… (gasp)… he has a book… (gasp)… an old book." She smiled. Dean could see the sparkles of happiness in her eyes from where he was standing.

"A book?" Dean was both happy and suspicious. Was it really going to be ok just like that? No, he thought.

"Yeah." Ann answered with enthusiasm. "We had a very old book about all these supernatural things in the family for generations. It was lost so many years ago, before I was born. Well, turns out my uncle was hiding it all these years."

Dean wanted to ask what kind of idiot would hide a precious book from everybody, but he just decided it didn't matter as far as it could help Sam.

"My uncle and Mary are reading it right now."

Dean bent over Sam, cupped his face in his left hand and brushed away wayward locks of his hair from his eyes. "I'll be back soon Sammy."

"Could you please stay with him?" He asked Ann.

Ann nodded. "They're in the attic."

Dean hurried out to where the book was.

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"Why did you hide this book Dad?" Mary was happy they could find the book, but something was nagging at the back of her mind. Why would his father want to lie to every one and hide a book?

"You know where we were young your grandfather left us to get remarried." He started in a sad heavy voice.

"Yeah." Mary answered with compassion, she knew her father and uncle had a hard time working and providing for their mother and sisters.

"We had to work hard to pay for house rent and food… (Sigh)… I suggested we sell this book to buy a house. This book is quite a piece of antique." Mr. Aria snorted humorlessly. "Your grandmother didn't agree, she has worshiped this book her whole life. This book was even more important than us to her. She would never lose this book at any cost."

Mary could see the anger in her father's eyes. It wasn't like him to be angry easily. "That's why you stole it?"

"Yeah I stole it to sell it, but I couldn't. I was only sixteen and selling an antique was illegal. Besides every body would know I had stolen the book if I have had come home with money. So I kept it to sell it after a while." Mr. Aria shrugged. "Well after a while our business was so successful that we bought a house in less than a year."

"And you kept the book, why you didn't give it back?" Mary asked.

"To get back at my mother for her selfishness."

Mary couldn't see any regrets in his father's voice. Secretly she was happy for what his father had done. Maybe it was the destiny of this book to be brought with them and help the Winchesters.

"Good thing you didn't give it back."

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Dean went in the attic and saw Mary and her father sitting on the floor. Mr. Aria was holding an old book with a brown leather cover.

"Is this the book?"

Mary and her father looked up from the book.

"Yes, it is. It may take us a while to find what we want." Mr. Aria Answered. "It's not that …you know? Classified."

Dean sat on the floor; Mr. Aria gave him the book to see it for himself. It was a dusty handwritten book and of course in Persian. At some pages it was written in black ink and in some other pages it was written by a different ink or even a pen. It was obvious it wasn't written by the same person. "Oh! Unclassified, I see."

"My grand grand father made this book, and after his death, who ever who might have known something about supernatural would add it to the book."

"We gotta hurry up my brother isn't very well."

"Ok, let's get back…" Mary began to say.

"To the guest room." Dean cut him off. "I wanna be with my brother."

"Ok."

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At the guest room Sam still was unconscious. Dean checked his vitals again. He put his forefinger to assess hiss pulse. Next he took the thermometer they have been using to measure Sam fever. He inserted it to San's ear and waited. The thermometer beeped, 103.6. Nothing has changed drastically. Neither his fever nor his labored breathing or pulse. But Dean knew his brother's clock was ticking. He didn't know when his brother woke up how much pain he would be in.

Ann was sitting at the small round table, searching through the pages off the book. Her cousin and uncle were looking at the book over her shoulders.

"Isn't that it?" Mary asked peeking at the pages Ann was skimming.

"No. It was about none physical entities. Al can have a complete solid shape."

"Physical and none physical?" Dean asked skeptically. "I haven't heard about such classification."

"Yeah, you haven't heard anything about Al too." Mary answered trying not to be sarcastic.

"Look I know you are worried about your brother, but you can trust us. There is a five thousand year history behind all this lore and spells or what ever you call it in your language."

Mary smirked at her father who until yesterday was a huge refusal of such things. "Look who's talking."

Mr. Aria smiled at her daughter. "You weren't exactly a believer yourself, you brat."

"I guess I found it. Ann stood up excitedly. This is a remedy to heal any sickness which is from all the creatures that have a human like body."

Mary and her father went closer to have a look.

"Look here is the ingredients to make a potion." Ann read all of them quickly. "I guess we have most of them." She said happily.

"So that's it? Sam will be fine with this potion?" Dean asked with hope and fear.

All of them looked at Ann. "Yeah this potion and a material which is stronger than the creature's creation substance."

"What?" Dean and Mary asked in unison.

"Well you know god created all of the being in the world from a substance. Humans are created from dust. Demons are created from smock angels are created from water…"

Dean remembered they could trap angels in circles of fire so maybe it was true. Maybe it was because angels are created from water and fire is stronger than them.

"Let me read what it says." Mr. Aria took the book from Ann.

Mr. Aria sat down and started reading slowly and carefully. "Creatures which have a human like body can kill humans with their evil powers physical harm or poison. If the victim is not dead immediately and they are sick after seeing or touching the creatures a potion can help them regain their health. Remember that you should circle the victim in the material which is stronger than the origin material of the creature's creation. List of the strong materials that are stronger than others are below.

Fire is stronger than water and steam is stronger than fire;

Fire is also stronger than ash;

Ash is stronger than smock;

Wind or air is stronger than dust;

Iron is stronger than all the metals;

And so on and so forth." He didn't finish the long list of materials, knowing it wasn't necessary.

"What Als are created from?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Iron." Ann answered.

"What is stronger than iron?" Dean asked impatiently.

Mr. Aria went through the list in the book again to find the answer. He didn't find anything stronger than iron, so he checked the list from the beginning again.

"Nothing is stronger than iron." Ann announced sadly, disappointment tears pricking her eyes.

"Damn it." Dean said angrily hitting the plastered wall with his fist in frustration.

"Ann you sure?" Mr. Aria asked.

Ann just nodded looking at the floor. She was afraid if she opens her mouth she would lose it and start crying.

God why you hate me so much? Dean thought. Why it wasn't any other material like fire of smoke? It has to be iron which is the strongest. If he hadn't bad luck he hadn't any luck at all.

Dean looked at his little brother who was sleeping in the bed, his pale face shining with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead and his cheeks blushing with fever.

I swear I kill you Al for doing this to my brother.

Aria family was watching Dean fuming in anger.

Ann remembered her last night visit with Al, how she was hesitant to tell that she was created from iron. If nothing is stronger than iron why she would have want to hide the fact that she was created from iron? So there must be something stronger than iron. But what? She tried to think hard. And suddenly something that sounded like the most brilliant thought of her life came to her.

"I might know what is stronger than iron." Ann said suddenly. All of them stared at her.

"I'm not sure if it has supernatural powers like salt or iron, b'but it may help us, I think it isn't in the book because then it wasn't discovered…but it makes sence…" she was still analyzing all of the possibilities in her head.

"Ann! Just tell us what it is." Mary demanded irritably.

"Magnet."

TBC

NEXT CHAPTER: You think that they are going to make the potion and save Sam now that they know magnet is stronger than iron. Sooo not gonna happening. Sorry.

And I know how much this Al was interesting and all, but I have to announce that we are not going to see her anymore. You have to read next chapters to find out why.

And I am so sorry for this delayed update. I hope you still read and review. Please please please please review.