A/N: I'm baaackk! :D Before I start, I want to say that the finale was the best one so far! I can't wait for next season! :D Though I'm not sure I'll survive the hiatus. O_O What did you guys feel when you watched the finale?

Prompt by saraTVD: "fire...unconscious Dean...Sam in action (now its Sam's turn to take his brother out as fast as he can)"

Awesome prompt. I wrote half of this when I was out of town in a notebook. So I can officially say I'm too addicted to FF. But it's a good thing right? *winks* And this is the second prompt that I got which said that Sam saves Dean instead of the other way around. So I couldn't NOT write it. I love Sammy saving Dean! :D

Anyway, Dean is 20 and Sam is 16. And maybe almost as tall as Dean. ;)

Sam let out a contented sigh. He was happy to be back in the Impala after spending almost 8 months in one place in a really crappy motel room. It was the longest they'd spent in one place till date. Their father was driving in a large black jeep in front of them. As much as Sam felt guilty about it, he was kind of glad that it was only himself and Dean at the moment. He would not have to endure his father's 'rants and orders' for a couple hours. He didn't mind the hunting and all, but he sometimes wished they acted like normal families who went on normal trips and had a normal life. This life was too dangerous.

Dean spotted the peaceful look on Sam's face. "Enjoying ourselves are we, Sammy?" Dean teased. He knew exactly why Sam looked so blissful. Living with a kid for the past twenty years and keeping an eye on him every single day was a great advantage. Dean could read Sam like an open book.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's jibe. "It's Sam." he retorted, ignoring the question at hand.

Dean snorted. "You'll always be Sammy to me baby brother."

"Whatever dude. You said you'd fill me in on the case. It's been two hours. Where are we headed?" Sam asked.

Dean thought for a minute. "Um, dad mentioned Minnesota I think. Something about a Wendigo...it could be something else too though. Dad's not so sure yet."

Sam's face fell a little. A wendigo? He hated those sons of bitches. Nothing ever came out good on a Wendigo hunt. It more than usually ended up in one of the Winchesters getting seriously injured. "A wendigo? Really?" Sam complained, trying to hit the slight worry and fear in his voice; his face in a frown.

"Yeah. Maybe. Why? Something wrong?" Dean asked.

"No. Not really. It's just...I hate Wendigos. Something always seems to go wrong." Sam grumbled.

"I know Sam. But most of the other cases are being handled by other hunters. I'd more than gladly take another hunt, but like I said, we aren't even sure if it's a Wendigo. And we'll be careful this time, alright?" Dean said, gently. He felt concerned too about going into a dangerous hunt like this with Sam.

"Promise?" asked Sam, seeming much like he would when he was 5 years old and looked to his big brother for reassurance.

"Promise." Dean stated, smiling.

"Good." said Sam, visibly relaxing. He couldn't get out the image of Dean really hurt, but he knew that if Dean said they'd be careful, Dean was right. Dean always took care of it.

x-x-x

An hour went by with a lot of teasing, agreeing, disagreeing and overall mutual fights on random stuff. It's what brother's did. They fought, they made up and they fought again. Sam and Dean were no different. Soon, Led Zeppelin was blaring on the speakers and Sam was trying to ignore the loud music to his best, just like always.

Things seemed completely fine, until...

x-x-x

Dean frowned as he saw his father's car jerk to a stop in front of the Impala. The frown grew as he saw the long line of cars ahead of their own. The feeling of uneasiness intensified ten fold as John stepped out of the car and ran ahead, beckoning his sons to do the same. Both Sam and Dean threw each other confused looks and followed their father, gazing in confusion at the black fumes rising in the air like a volcano had just erupted.

"Holy crap." said Dean audibly, as they reached the scene.

"What the hell?" Sam swore, gazing up the burning building in front of him. The building was 4 storey's tall and was ablaze with red and yellow flames, growing higher every second.

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" came a yell from behind them. As the Winchesters hurriedly retreated, a couple of firemen ran ahead with a large water hose and started dousing the nearly charred building with copious amounts of water.

"It's no use, the flames are too strong!" yelled one of the firemen, as he removed his cap and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Unable to ignore the situation at hand any longer, the three Winchester's ran forward.

"How'd this happen?" John asked.

"From what we heard, apparently some chemistry experiment of a 14 year old went wrong. He died on the spot, and set the whole goddamn building on fire." said a fireman.

"Any survivors?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. We got most of the people out before the fire got too bad. Three dead, including the kid who caused this. But there are some kids stuck on the fourth floor, which we can't seem to reach. The lift's obviously out of order and the stairs are on fire." said a policeman, as he walked up to them. His eyes showed nothing but desperation on wanting to save the kids in the building.

The three Winchesters walked a few feet away from the policeman and the firemen.

"Dad, we need to help these people." Dean said.

"Dean, these people can handle it. We have a more pressing-"

"Dean's right Dad. Our job is saving people. You told me that. Right now, people need saving." Sam interjected.

John ran a hand through his hair. His sons were right. The Wendigo could wait. The kids stuck in the building couldn't.

"Alright fine. I'll go in-" started John, only to be cut off by Dean.

"No. You are not going in there. If anyone's going in it's me." Dean said, determination in his eyes.

"But Dean-" said Sam and John together, but Dean cut them off.

"Sam, Dad, please. You know I can do this. I'll find a way up to the fourth floor. I doubt I'll be able to get back down the same way. See that window?" Dean asked, pointing to the building. "Stand under it. I'll let the kids down that way and you catch them. I know it's not the best plan, but it's the only one we've got." Dean finished.

As much as Sam didn't want to do this, he nodded along with his father. They watched as Dean ran head first through the front door and into the flaming building, ignoring the shouts of the policemen and firemen. Sam and John too situated themselves under the window, which now had a trampoline like structure under it. They'd explained their plan to the police who seemed for once, to be willing to help them.

"DAD!" came a strangled yell from above. Sam and John looked up to see Dean coaxing a little girl to jump onto the trampoline. After a few seconds, the girl gracefully flew into the trampoline and was hauled off to the waiting ambulance.

This went on for a couple minutes as 6 kids made their way down.

"Any more?" Sam yelled to Dean.

"Dunno. I'll check!" Dean yelled back.

Sam waited with his father as patiently as he could to hear Dean tell them that he was finally coming down. That he was alright. Suddenly, a large boom sounded throughout the area and smoke erupted from the fourth floor.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled.

Sam frantically looked up for his brother's face to pop up out of the fourth floor. He could hear his father yelling for Dean too. He couldn't lose Dean like this. He couldn't. Not like his mother. Right now, Dean had promised him that they'd be careful. He wasn't going to lose his brother in a wendigo hunt, and he surely wasn't going to lose him in a goddamn fire.

"That's it." Sam muttered, furious. He ran ahead into the burning building, ignoring his father's shouts for him to come back.

x-x-x

John watched horrified as smoke piled out of the small fourth storey window. He didn't even realize he'd been yelling too long for Dean. Dean hadn't come out.

No.

He couldn't lose his son.

Not like this.

Not like Mary.

He wouldn't let fire claim his son as well.

He felt his heart drop to his feet as Sam ran into the building after Dean. He knew exactly what was racing through his sons mind. Sam and Dean were like lock and key. He'd always been amazed at how much his sons moved in sync with one another, how they'd communicate only by looking at each other. He knew that if Dean...died, Sam would be broken.

But no. Dean wasn't going to die. He made to follow Sam, but was held back by the firemen and policemen.

"Let me go dammit! That's my son! Let me go! SAM!"

x-x-x

Sam coughed as he squinted through the fiery haze, looking for a way up. He spotted the staircase, not completely in flames contrary to what the police had said. He chanced his luck and sprinted up the staircase. He made it to the third floor, dodging the flames and slowly falling debris. Just as he reached the last few steps to the fourth floor, he felt the stairway give out and instinctively lunged towards the landing. He managed to cling onto it by one hand.

"Shit." He cursed, feeling the burning flames close to his skin. He threw his other hand onto the landing and pulled himself up, panting and gasping for air, narrowing his eyes in an effort to spot Dean. He was on the fourth floor now.

"Dean!" he yelled.

x-x-x

Dean felt hazy, like he was supposed to be doing something, but couldn't remember. His head felt like it weighed a ton.

Where was he?

And then it all came flooding back.

The kids.

The gas cylinder exploding.

Getting shoved through a wall and into what seemed a cupboard.

He groaned and gasped as he felt the weight of bricks and cement and wood pin him to the ground. He felt something hot and sticky on his head and he knew he was bleeding. He felt the searing heat of the fire and the need to breathe. He coughed, his throat burning with lack of water. He'd been in contact with the fires toxic fumes too long.

He heard a muffled yell, calling out to him. He knew exactly who that was

"SAM!" he managed to yell out, before his vision faded.

x-x-x

Sam searched desperately for the sound of Dean. He was close to panicking. And panicking in a burning building was not going to help him.

"SAM!" came a muffled yell from his right.

"Dean?!" Sam coughed back, hoping it was his brother. He didn't get any reply and feared the worse.

"I'm coming big brother!" Sam yelled out, hoping to God and everything that was good in this world that his brother was still alive.

Sam scrambled over the debris into the remnants of what looked like a two bedroom flat.

"Dean!" Sam yelled out, hoping to hear Dean call him again.

He squinted through the smoke, and felt his heart flutter as he sensed slight movement under a pile of wood and bricks. Sam ran ahead and started digging at the mound of waste.

"I'm right here Dean! You'll be okay!"

After what felt like eternity to Sam, he managed to claw out enough to see Dean's face. After a lot more digging, he managed to uncover his brother from the pile of debris. He quickly laid his fingers on Dean's throat feeling for a pulse. He sighed with relief on finding a strong and fast pulse under his brother's skin.

"Dean? Hey man, open your eyes please. We need to get out of here."

"Mmmf" came a moan from Dean. "S'm?"

"Right here Dean. Come on man. Let's get you up. The buildings about to blow." Sam said, his voice strained with a mixture of fear, concern and relief.

"Right." Dean managed to croak out.

He let Sam help him up. He found his vision spinning as Sam held him upright.

"Whoa!" Sam said, feeling Dean list and slump against him. "Don't pass out on me man. I need you to move your fat ass to the window so we can get out of here." Sam said, knowing that Dean would replace his agony with fury at Sam's words. No one ordered Dean around except for John.

And just as expected, Dean's eyes flew open and he threw Sam a deadly glare. "Kicking your ass once we get out of here." he threatened.

Sam smirked and steered them towards the open window, their only exit.

"DAD!" Sam yelled as he helped Dean climb out the window.

x-x-x

John looked up as he heard Sam's yell. He'd been sitting on the ground near the trampoline, refusing to budge. He wanted to make sure his sons were alright. He wasn't going anywhere till he saw Sam or Dean appear through that window.

"SAM!" he yelled back.

"Catch him!" Sam yelled, as he steadied Dean near the window.

John nodded, waiting for Dean to jump. A few seconds and Dean was on the trampoline and next on the ground as John pulled him off and held him in a tight embrace, relief flooding through him. He didn't let go as Sam jumped down and climbed out of the trampoline coughing and wheezing. John pulled him close and hugged his sons.

He rarely ever showed emotion like this, but he'd nearly lost his family. Again. And it had seemed too much like last time.

x-x-x

Dean and Sam sat on the foot hold of the ambulance, breathing through oxygen masks. Dean was trying to flirt with the nurse tending to his split forehead while Sam kept rolling his eyes at his brother's wacky attempts to do so.

John walked over to his sons.

"That was mighty fine work there boys. I'm proud, if not a little pissed at both of you for scaring the shit out of me."

Sam winked at Dean and Dean snorted.

"Sorry Dad." said both the brothers.

"Alright, they good?" John asked the nurse.

"Yeah, they're fine." she said, adding the last stitch to Dean's forehead and walking away.

Dean smiled widely as he held up a piece of paper to the light.

"Dude, you are sick, you know that?" Sam commented, as they walked to the Impala.

"Whatever Sammy. But unlike you, I just scored myself a good hot chick and a night of wonderful awesome – "

"Alright alright, just stop talking." Sam said, giving his brother a disgusted look.

"Hey Sam?" Dean asked, after a pause as they all stopped near their cars. The jeep and the Impala.

"Hmm." Sam responded.

"Thanks...for...saving me."

Sam stared shocked at his brother. "Come again?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Thanks...for saving me. For coming to get me."

Sam nodded. "No problem. Just say that to me one more time and I might consider not using this in my favor."

Dean scowled. "Shut up bitch."

"Yeah, whatever...jerk."

END

Well? Did I do good? I couldn't resist the classic "Bitch-Jerk" ending. Still have a lot of prompts in line, so thank you for the awesome support everyone! I'd updated "It Started with The Hook Man" during the email alerts problem, so if you haven't read the update, do check it out. :) Leave more prompts if you have any! :D :) And reviews are always welcome. Sorry for any errors. I tried correcting as much as I could.

Question for the day. (Just 'cause I want to.) What was your reaction to Season 8 finale? And how do you comprehend the fact the we will have to wait four months before season 9?!