AN: So, I'm actually rather proud of this one. hopefully now that I've said that, no one will think it sucks. No matter what you think, reviews are appreciated and help me write more. :) Thanks though to everyone who's reviewed so far. They mean so much! *hands out brownies* Betad by the always wonderful SylvannaWinchester.

They were a silent group as Dean pulled up to Sam's apartment. Sam grabbed his bag and clambered out of the front seat. "You'll call me if you guys find him?" he asked, fake cheerfulness in his voice. Dean nodded slowly. "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam tried his hardest not to look at Rose because he knew that the sad eyes she was unwittingly giving him would make him cave completely and abandon the plan.

"Yeah, all right," Rose said softly, tears filling her eyes, unable to believe that her family was breaking up again in front of her. All she could see was Sam heading off to college like he did the first time. Even if she was proud of him, it still hurt like hell.

Still not looking at her, or at Dean either, Sam ruffled her hair affectionately then turned and started to walk towards his apartment.

Dean couldn't quite take it. "Sam," he called out, making Sam turn back to look. "You know we made a hell of a team back there." Dean himself wasn't sure if he was trying to convince his little brother to stay or not. He just knew that he didn't really want to say goodbye again. He'd never done that very well.

"Yeah," Sam acknowledged with a sad smile. He didn't say anything else and neither did his siblings.

Instead, Dean and Rose just watched him until the shadows ate him up. Dean drove away slowly, while Rose made herself more comfortable in the back seat, toeing off her pink sneakers. She had a pretty bad headache (she usually did when she'd used her powers and she'd used them a lot in the past few days). She was distracted, momentarily, from her pain, by Dean saying "You know, I was including you in that 'we' I mentioned earlier. You were pretty good out there yourself."

She grinned. "Thanks." She couldn't see Dean's face, but she could see the grip of his hands on the steering wheel. It was definitely his brooding, moping grip. "Hey, Deano, he's gonna come around."

"That a prediction?" he asked, corners of his mouth turning up despite himself.

"Naaaw," she drawled, "I just OW!"

"What?" he asked, looking backward (and really straining his neck to do so) and seeing Rose with her head buried in her hands.

"My ears are ringing," she complained breathlessly. "It almost sounds like words, like somebody's shouting in another language or something. Ow, God!" She gasped, clutching her skull tighter when the pain spiked. "God, it feels like somebody's taking a drill to my brain!"

Trying not to panic, Dean started to pull off to the side of the road. "Let me have a look at you," he said calmly as he could, opening her door and pulling her gently towards him. "Rosie?"

She clutched blindly at his jacket, her eyes squeezed shut to keep out any light. "Shush. Ow…hurts… can almost see something… hear something… Ow, God!" she babbled, not even noticing the storm that had started around them.

Dean didn't know what to do so he just held her tight and rocked her back and forth with his knees on the asphalt without saying anything.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open. "Dean! Go back! Sam's in trouble! Go back!"

It had started out non-disturbingly enough for the youngest Winchester male. He'd opened the front door and walked inside, calling out, "Jess! You home?" She hadn't answered, so he walked through the kitchen.

On the counter was a plate of chocolate chip cookies, with a note in front of them that read, "Missed you! Love you!" He smiled and took one, eating it as he walked into the bedroom. He heard the shower running, so he sat on the bed, closing his eyes to relax. He fell backwards onto the mattress, sighing contentedly, having not really slept since the hunt started.

Suddenly, one drop of something dripped onto his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, not wanting to deal with the thought of a leaky roof on top of everything else. Then a couple more drops fell. He opened his eyes reluctantly. "No!" he screamed.

Jess was on the ceiling, dead. Her abdomen was cut open and her eyes were wide, staring down at him in fear and pain. He screamed again, watching helplessly as she burst into flames.

Just then, Dean kicked in the door, Rose right behind him. "Sam!"

Sam ignored them, still screaming out "Jess!"

Sam was still lying on the bed, while his siblings continued their way into the bedroom to get him out of the apartment.

The ceiling was falling down around them. The fire had spread incredibly quickly, already licking at the walls and the floor in some places.

Dean grabbed Sam off the bed and tried to run him out of the room, which was hard considering Sam was almost five inches taller. "We gotta get out of here!" he exclaimed.

"Jess! No!" Sam continued to shout.

Rose was staring at the scene-transfixed, perversely fascinated. It was their mother all over again. She couldn't make herself move. "Rose, come on!" Dean used the arm not dragging Sam, to grab Rose's collar and drag her as well – saving both their lives.

Just like when Mary Winchester had been killed, stuck to the ceiling over Rose's cradle. John had been on the floor of Rose's nursery, staring at his wife in horror. Ten-year-old Dean had run past his father and the flames to scoop his little sister out of her cradle and, dragging Sam by the hand behind him, had gotten them both out alive.

In the present, the room erupted into fire just behind the trio, blowing out the windows and . They watched from the ground outside as firemen arrived and extinguished the fire. Well, Dean watched.

Sam and Rose was over by Dean's car; Sam loading a rifle by the trunk, Rose wrapping her arms around her knees in the backseat looking forlornly at her favorite pair of socks, which had been ruined by running into a burning building without putting on shoes first and pretending that was all she had to be upset about.

Dean and Sam looked at each other for a moment, Dean's hand resting on Rose's hair, then Sam sighed and nodded his head. He threw the loaded rifle into the trunk and slammed it shut. "We got work to do."