OK, now you will be able to find out what happened to Dean! Sorry it took longer; I was only able to catch 20 minutes of the season premier before I had to leave my dorm to go to my soccer game! When I got back I spent an hour trying to find the episode online but I couldn't find it! I was so mad that I didn't finish this yesterday and just went straight to bed. SO I STILL didn't see the premier! I'm going crazy! But I still managed to finish it! Hopefully the CW site will add the episode on there so I can watch it! OK, anyway thanks to everyone who reviewed! I got the most reviews for last chapter! I hope you like what I ended up doing! Let me know what you think! I hope I'm not too evil! Lol Enjoy!

"DEAN!!" Sam screamed as he watched his brother get engulfed in the flames around him. His face held and expression full of pain and regret. Something must be preventing him from talking because Sam knew Dean would be screaming for him to get out right now. Dean wouldn't want his brother to have to watch him die, especially not like this.

"Sam! Do something!!" Jess cried from her locked position on the floor. She was struggling wildly to free herself from the invisible bonds to get to Dean. She didn't know how Sam could save Dean, there didn't seem to be a way but that didn't stop her from yelling at Sam to do something. She didn't mean to yell at him, it's just that she couldn't stand seeing Dean burn like that, she wasn't thinking rationally, her only thoughts were locked on Dean and her willingness to save him.

Sam knew reaching up to grab Dean wouldn't do anything. This was the demon's doing, this is exactly the way their mother died and it was how Dean was dieing right now. Come on Sam! Think! Your brother's up there dieing! There's gotta be a way to save him that we didn't know of before! And then the stench of burning flesh reached Sam's nostrils, the stench of his brother's burning flesh. But instead of getting sick like he thought he would be, Sam felt himself filled with a fierce energy to protect his brother, to save him from this. It was the same energy he felt we he somehow yanked the door opened without touching it, but this time the power felt stronger. He had wanted the door opened then, and now he wants his brother of the ceiling. Sam closed his eyes and focused all of his energy on pulling his brother off of the ceiling, of protecting him and keeping him safe. He then opened his eyes and the power was released, he watch in both horror and excitement as Dean's burning body was pulled from the ceiling and landed at his feet.

Whatever had been preventing Dean from screaming must have stopped when he was freed from the ceiling because as soon as Dean hit the ground painful screams erupted from him and his whole body started thrashing wildly.

That was good news because it proved to Sam that Dean was still alive, but it was also horrible news because his brother was under so much pain.

Sam immediately grabbed a sheet from the bed and used to try to stop the flames from eating away at Dean's skin. It wasn't working; there were too many flames on his body.

Suddenly Jess was beside him with a fire extinguisher. Sam must have freed her when he freed Dean. Without hesitation she started spraying Dean with rapid movements, trying to get his whole body.

"Sam! There's someone in the room! I saw them when I ran back in here!" Jess yelled over the crackling of the flames on the ceiling. The fire didn't seem to be growing as rapidly from the demon's power now, but it would still naturally spread across the room with time.

"Once the fire's put out on him, get him out of the apartment and call 911!" Sam told her, not realizing how Jess would carry his brother's 6 foot stocky frame out of the 2 story apartment.

Sam spun around and was met with devilish yellow eyes starring back at him. His breath caught in his chest at the sight but he grasped the colt he luckily had shoved into his pocket when he first heard Dean and Jess scream. He had a feeling from the start that this was going to be the demon.

"Hello there Sam. Like what I've done with the place?" The voice that belonged to the yellow eyes said and the figure stepped out of the shadows. The man the demon was processing was an older man, probably in his 50's and he had an evil smirk plastered onto his face.

Sam wasn't going to waist any time. He pulled out the colt from his pocket and pointed it at the demon. It seemed shocked when it saw exactly what gun Sam was holding.

"Where did you get that?" It asked, sounding slightly frightened

"It doesn't matter; all that does is that I'm going to kill you with it." Sam shot back

"Oh you won't shoot me Sam; I can help you with your powers. I can help you be what you're meant to be. It's your destiny Sammy." It said and smiled again

Sam didn't know what those words meant, they frightened him, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. The demon was trying to distract him, but he wasn't going to fall into his plan today.

"Don't call me Sammy." Sam spat at him and he was the one smirking now as he pulled the trigger and shot the demon right in the head. It fell to its knees as black ash poured from its mouth and disappeared forever in a spark of light.

Sam then realized that the whole room was almost in flames and he dashed out, throwing the colt into the flames to melt with the body. He didn't want to explain to the paramedics why he had a gun in his hand and why there was a burning body in the room with a bullet hole in its head.

Sam stopped at the stairway and saw Jess trying to pull Dean down the stairs without hurting him. Tears poured down her face every time Dean cried out in pain.

"I'm sorry Dean, I'm so sorry, but we have to get you out of here, you're going to be alright." She sobbed and Sam rushed over and knelt by their side.

"It's okay Jess; I've got it from here. You did great, don't worry." Sam told her and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before turning all of his attention to his whimpering, shaking big brother.

"Shh…Dean, it's okay. It's going to be alright. I've got you and the medics are on their way. Just keep fighting for me big brother, please keep fighting." Sam repeated over and over as he picked Dean up as gently as he possibly could. Dean's body was furiously hot and Sam saw that the fire had burned away the back of his clothes, leaving blackened, burned skin as a result. Dean let out a yell as Sam picked him up and it took everything Sam had not to ease his brother to the floor again, but he had to get Dean outside, out of the building. Dean's fist clenched in Sam's jacket tightly and Sam's throat choked up at the sight. Dean was not dieing today, not on Sam's watch.

Sam stood silently at the cemetery. There weren't too many people here, just Sam and Jess, Sandy and her boyfriend, and a couple of Dean's friends from school. They walked past Sam and offered their sympathy but Sam ignored them all, his eyes locked onto Dean's casket.

After all this, after all he's been through. He was getting so much better, he was healing so well and he was happy. He had a chance at life and one quick change of events and he's gone. It's all your fault. You couldn't save him in time. You should've been quicker, got him off the ceiling quicker. Hell, you should've been up there instead! He didn't deserve to die like that! He's too good, you let him down so many times, you deserved to be up there!

The voice echoed through Sam's mind and he doubled over, falling to his knees and sobbing. Everyone was leaving now; it was time to pay your last respects. He heard Jess walk over to Dean's casket and sob loudly. Your brother is dead, your brother is dead. The voice repeated over and over.

"Excuse me sir." An official sounding voice said and Sam slowly looked up to find a man in white hospital uniform holding something in his hand. Why is a man in a hospital uniform here?

"These were found in the apartment, I believe they belonged to your brother." He told Sam and handed him glasses, Dean's glasses.

That's all it took for Sam to break down again.

"Sam! Sam! Wake up!" Jess yelled.

Sam shot up, tears streaming his face and his whole body shaking. He looked up and saw the man in the hospital uniform from his dream standing in front of him, holding Dean's glasses. So it was a dream, it was just a dream.

"Were these your brother's?" He asked Sam kindly and Sam nodded

"Well, you better get them on over to him, he'll need them." The man smiled.

"He…he's alive..?" Sam stuttered.

"He suffered severe 3rd degree burns on his back and on the backs of his legs and arms. It's quite strange seeing as the fire only caught his back side. We went straight to work on the burns and we tried to prevent scarring as much as possible. However with the burns being so severe he will have permanent scarring where the fire burned him. We'll do whatever we can to bring the scarring down as much as we can but he's going to be okay. He won't be able to walk or even move that much at first and when he will be able to walk it will be difficult at first. I'll explain his injuries more in-depth to you later; you must be exhausted right now. I'm sure you'll be there to help your brother through this." The doctor explained

"Of course, I'm always there for my brother." Sam told him and Jess nodded beside him "Can we see him?"

"Yes. We put him under a sedative earlier to knock him out so he wouldn't be in too much pain. When he woke up about 15 minutes ago we found out that he was going to be alright and he refused to take another sedative. He's been asking for you two."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. His brother was going to be alright, his brother wasn't going to die. Sam would be there to help Dean through the pains of his burns and so would Jess. Everything was going to be fine.

Sam and Jess had followed the ambulance to the hospital. There they waited for hours on end for any news on Dean. The only news they had gotten was that he was going through surgery. Sometime Sam must have fallen asleep. He didn't know how long he was out for.

"How long was I sleeping?" He asked Jess.

"About 6 hours." She told him. Geeze, had it really been that long? "I fell asleep sometime in-between that because when I woke up about an hour ago you were still sleeping." She then looked up to Sam with tears in her eyes. "He saved my life."

"What?" Sam asked her

"Dean saved me. I was the one that was getting dragged up onto the ceiling and he told whatever that thing was to take him instead! It dropped me and took him; he almost died because of me!" She cried, her tears breaking free

Sam wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want either Jess or Dean on the ceiling but he understood where Jess was coming from. Jess loved Dean, she would die for him and Sam felt the same way. He would have taken Dean's place on the ceiling in a heart beat.

"He's okay now; it's going to be alright." Was all that Sam could think to say. But it helped, Jess nodded and stopped crying.

"We have to be strong for him." She stated

"Yea, we do." Sam replied as the doctor led them into Dean's room.

Sam almost couldn't do it, almost couldn't stay strong as he saw Dean in front of him. He was lying in the hospital bed on his front, with his backside covered in gauze. The majority of his hair had been singed off, only a few patches of his light brown hair remained on his head. Sam hoped that the hair would grow back, that was something that he needed to remember to ask Dean's doctor. He had a nasal cannula in his nose and an IV up his wrist.

But the thing that stopped Sam from breaking down was Dean's smile. The way his face lit up when he saw Sam and Jess enter the room. As long as Sam could still make Dean happy, he would be happy too.

Sam walked right up to Dean and he would've hugged him if he wasn't so injured. Instead he grabbed his brother's hand and squeezed tightly. Sam was pleased to note that Dean's hands had not gotten burned.

Dean looked up at Sam and thankfully Dean's face had not gotten burnt either. But something Sam saw in Dean's eyes shocked him. Dean now looked like he believed in himself, like he now truly saw himself worth something, that he could help people - all because he saved Jess. It saddened Sam that it took taking Jess's place on a burning ceiling for Dean to realize that he was worth fighting for.

"You feeling okay buddy?" Sam asked his brother, his grip on Dean's hand never loosening.

"Hurts like hell but they just gave me some meds." Dean croaked out "But I can feel 'em working already."

"Dean, I'm so sorry. I should've got in there earlier. I should've done something…."

"Sammy. Shut up. You saved me; I'm alive now because of you. Don't worry about it." And Sam saw another question in Dean's eyes How? How did you get me off the ceiling? But Dean was tired and technically should be knocked out on a sedative right now because the pain was so bad. Sam would answer that question later.

Jess then came over and knelt beside Dean and gave him a peck on the lips. "You had us so worried there big brother. Don't you ever do anything like that again!" She then brought her hand up to gently stroke his cheek with her thumb. "But thank you Dean, for saving me. You shouldn't have done it though, risked your life for mine."

"No I should've. That's what big brothers are for." He told her and they could see his eyelids drooping.

"Go to sleep Dean. We'll be right here when you wake up." Sam told him and Dean gratefully obeyed. He was out in a matter of seconds.

Sam and Jess were quiet for a few minutes, just simply staring at Dean watching him sleep. And then Jess spoke up what Sam feared she'd ask.

"How did you do that? Get him off the ceiling without touching him? And what was that thing? It had yellow eyes! It didn't even look human!" She asked and Sam understood her confusion. It was how everyone reacted after having their first supernatural experience.

"It wasn't human. And I'm not entirely sure how I managed to get him off the ceiling. I just thought about pulling him off, focused all my energy on that task and next thing I know Dean is flying towards me. I knocked the door off without touching that either. I don't know what it is, I think it might be connected with these visions I'm having. TO tell you the truth Jess, I'm downright scared. Why do I have these powers?" Sam told her and put his head down only for Jess to pick it back up so he could look her directly in the eyes.

"Sam, these visions and these 'powers' or whatever you just described to me. They helped Dean; I wouldn't worry about them if they help people. It sounds like things you read on psychic actually." She told him and smiled. "I'm going to have a psychic as a husband. But don't worry about it; they helped save your brother. And what do you mean by the thing wasn't human?"

"I…can we please wait until Dean gets better so he can help me explain this to you. I need him there to help me." Sam really didn't want Jess to know about the supernatural, but he couldn't hide this from her. She saw the demon; she deserved to know what it really was. Besides, being Winchesters, they were bound to run into supernatural creatures without meaning to. If she knew about them, she could be prepared and protect herself against them. Sam just prayed that she understood and didn't see him as crazy; he hoped she would somehow believe him.

"Of course. We'll wait till he feels better." Jess said and she was going to continue on until her phone rang. She pulled out her cell and answered.

"Hello?"

Sam watched Jess's expression change from curiosity to total horror.

"Okay. Thanks you for letting me know. Bye." Jess said abruptly and stared at Sam with wide, fear filled eyes.

"That was Sandy. She just watched the news; John escaped from jail a few hours ago."