Azazel smiled and watched Logan move, "Oh, you figuring things out? Think you know what's going to happen?"

Logan shook her head, "No, I have no clue, but I can tell that as long as you are in that circle you can't hurt us and when we destroy the ghost, you're out one ghostly meat-puppet." She smiled at him, "So pretty much you're fucked."

Sam shifted and Azazel's eyes found his, "Hey, Sammy…what did you see?" Excitement laced his voice with hope, "I know you saw something, and you owe it to me to share."

Sam smiled, "I don't owe you anything, but I'll tell you what I saw." Sam laughed and watched as Dean moved into position, the scarf already soaked in kerosene. "I saw this moment right now. This one."

Azazel looked confused, "What are you saying Sam?"

Sam moved toward the circle then paused on his side of the salt line. "This one, too." He said as he stepped over the line and into Azazel's pentagram.

Azazel took one step back and then stood his ground. "What are you playing at?"

Sam smiled, "I know something you don't." Sam shrugged, "Thought you might want the information. Especially, since it involves you."

The demon cocked his head and watched Sam warily. "So, you going to tell me?"

Sam nodded, "Seems someone's been keeping a secret from you."

Azazel gave Sam an uneasy smile, "Who and what, Sammy-boy?"

"Lilith." Sam answered quietly, waiting.

The demon hissed and rolled his eyes, "She's always keeping secrets, that bitch. What's so special about this one?"

Sam leaned close and motioned for Azazel to come closer. He bent his mouth to the demon's ear and answered quietly, "Nine years ago, you raped a little girl and killed her entire family. Nine months after that that girl gave birth." Sam paused, watching as Azazel grew uneasy, "She gave birth to a little girl." Sam pulled back and moved back outside the circle, before saying evenly as he crossed his arms, "Wanna' guess what her adoptive parents named her?"

Azazel moved forward, stopping just at the line of salt. His power weak. "It's a lie. It's impossible. It can't be." His voice rose as his anger increased. "You're lying to me Sam. Lies. That bitch is not mine."

Sam turned and walked to where Logan stood with Kate. He watched as Dean whistled to get the demon's attention. "Hey, ugly over here."

The demon swung around just as Dean threw a lighter into the now kerosene soaked circle. The room suddenly filled with smoke and the odor of burning flesh as the woman's body ignited. Dean's voice now quiet, "Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis, et in noimine Jesu Christi Filii ejus Domini et Judicis nostri, et in virtute Spiritus Sancti, ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei…"

Attached to the Ella-thing's ghost, Azazel had nowhere to go and he screamed angrily, "Tell me you're lying. She can't be mine, that bitch! You're going to pay for this, both of you."

Dean's words continued, "...quod Dominus noster ad templum sanctum suum vocare dignatus est, ut fiat templum Dei vivi, et Spiritus Sanctus habitet in eo. Per eumdem Christum Dominum nostrum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et saeculum per ignem."

Suddenly Azazel was gone and in his place stood a young man. He was the type of handsome kid you see on a football team and his longish blond hair just brushed his muscled shoulders. He stood pressed against the salt line, his eyes focused solely on Logan.

A gasp escaped Logan and she blinked. Her eyes swung to Dean and he noticed they were their normal blue once again, then her eyes were back to on the circle. Dean knew whom it was she was seeing and the panicked look on her face confirmed it even before she said his name.

"Finn…I..." Tears were already in her eyes, and Dean was moving toward the stairs. The fire was building and it wouldn't be long before it engulfed the entire room.

"Don't leave me Logan. I never meant to hurt you. I…he made me do those things to you." Finn's voice was strained with emotion, but the eyes staring into Logan's were empty.

Logan began to shake and she shook her head. Dean reached her side, just as she looked like she was going to pass out. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and herded her toward the stairs. Sam had picked up the little boy and he and Kate were already making their way down the steps. Dean pushed Logan to the first step even as Finn screamed after them.

"Logan! Logan!" He screamed again, "Fuck you Logan…dammit, help me."

Logan paused and turned to watch as the fire engulfed Finn's form. She pulled against Dean's arms and shook her head, "Please, we have to help him. He didn't mean it."

Dean shook her harshly. "Logan, he's long gone, dead. That's just the demon playing games with you. We need to go." He pushed her down the stairs ahead of him.

Finn's voice screaming after them, "Fuck you all. Logan, remember what we did to you? Remember? Ohhh, baby I sure do. Sweet, sweet sister…!" He began to laugh, then the laughter changed and they heard Azazel's taunting laughter, "You haven't seen the last of me. I should have killed you." More laughter and then silence descended.

Logan collapsed against Dean's side halfway down the stairs. Dean could hear alarms and people by then. The smoke was getting ever thicker as the fire was rapidly followed them down the stairs and it was difficult to breathe.

"Come on Logan, I know you're hurt, but we have to move baby. Help me out, okay?" Dean prodded, coughing, as he slid an arm around her shoulder and half dragged her body down another flight of stairs.

It was getting difficult to see and Dean could feel the heat pressing down at him from above. Picking up the pace, he started taking the steps faster, but Logan's ungainly weight and the coughing fits were making it difficult. Knowing he was going to hurt her, he picked her up and threw her as gently as possible over his right shoulder. She didn't protest, didn't move and Dean began to move downward again, pausing only long enough to catch his breath at each landing.

"Dean? Dean?" Dean heard his brother's frantic voice before he saw him.

"Sam…over here…" Dean's voice was strained and he was coughing almost non-stop.

Sam was suddenly at Dean's side, he grabbed his arm, one more flight of stairs, one more turn, and the three of them burst out into the snowy cold. Emergency vehicles were pulling up the paths, and security personnel were moving people away from the tower. Bits of fiery wood, and glass began to rain down into the snow just as the three of them cleared the area.

EMTs were trying to pull Logan from Dean's shoulder, but his growl had them backing up. He refused any offer of help, except from his brother who helped him transfer her into his arms while leading him over to where Kate stood. She still held the boy, who was clinging to her arms as she spoke with emergency workers. She pointed toward Dean and Sam and nodded at the man she was talking with.

The man looked angry and frazzled and Sam could hear them talking as they approached.

"Katrin, do you have any idea how it started, or what they were doing up there?" The man asked as he turned down the volume of the radio he held in his hands.

Kate shook her head, "Look, boss, told you. I thought I saw smoke, thought it might be Ryan. You know how he likes to entertain up there." Kate rolled her eyes and the man nodded and gave her a knowing smile, "I owed him for that time he filled my chopper up with those packing peanuts, so I thought I'd pop up for a visit." Kate motioned toward Sam and Dean, "My friends were walking with me, and so we went up together. Good thing too, but I have no clue how the kid and the woman got up there."

Kate motioned to someone and then grabbed the oxygen mask when the kid brought a tank over. She slapped the mask on Dean's face, "Sit before you fall." She said, pushing him down gently onto the bumper of a car, "And let Sam take Logan." She gave a frustrated sigh when he only tightened his grip.

Kate shifted the boy in her arms and turned back to the man she'd been addressing as, boss. "Steve, these are my friends; Sam, Dean and Logan. If it weren't for them I wouldn't have been able to save the boy." She lowered her eyes for a second, "I only wish we'd had a chance for his mother." Genuine sorrow tainted her voice and Sam reached for her hand.

She gripped Sam's hand and moved closer to his side, his arm sliding easily around her shoulders. Steve's eyebrow shot up, but he nodded at the Sam and Dean, "Thanks. I appreciate anyone willing to help others, especially when it puts their own lives at risk. You boys should be proud of yourselves."

Dean made a sound in the back of his throat and Sam covered by clearing his and thanking Steve for his words. Steve raised a chin at Dean, "You should let someone take a look at her."

Dean shook his head and pulled the oxygen mask from his face, "No, she's fine…she's just emotional, what with seeing that woman's body."

The man nodded and turned back to Kate, "You're officially off, read that as suspended," Steve held his hand up when Kate protested, "tomorrow and the rest of the weekend, but I want a report on my desk first thing Monday. You're still to respond to any "all-hands" calls." He gave Kate a half-smile, "Don't pull the theatrics Katrin. You know the rules. Even if Ryan had been up there you didn't have authorization to be there and I warned everyone last staff meeting."

Kate moved the boy from one hip to another, then looked up at Steve, "Yes, sir. See you Monday."

Steve smiled and gave Kate's shoulder a squeeze, "Good job, Ross." He said and then looked at he boy in her arms, "Good, save." He added, brushing the kid's hair.

A woman's voice called, "Jason! Jason! Oh, god, Jason." A woman came running up to Kate, followed by a man.

Both were in their late twenties or early thirties and the boy in Kate's arms suddenly sat up, "Mama! Fire…Mama…"

The woman reached Kate, pulled the boy roughly into her arms, and crushed him against her chest. "Baby, oh where were you?"

Jason pointed at the tower and the woman began to cry. She looked over to Kate, "Thank you…thank you." She said as the man with her pulled the boy into his arms and kissed him.

Jason snuggled into the man's arms, "Daddy, there was a bad man and he hurt Lisa, but then he," Jason pointed at Dean, "he helped me and got me out of the fire."

The man turned to Dean and nodded, tears running down his face, "I don't know how to thank you. You saved my boy." The man hugged Jason to him again, "He means everything to me."

Dean glanced up at Sam and nodded, "Yeah, no problem, man. Just keep an eye on the little guy."

Jason's father smiled and nodded again, before turning to talk with Steve.

Dean stood and set Logan on her feet. He steadied her against his side and then tipped his head at Sam. Sam nodded and then was at Dean's side.

"I'm exhausted, we're going back to the cabin. We need to figure shit out, but hell it can wait until tomorrow." Dean's voice was hoarse and he broke into a coughing fit.

Sam waited until the coughing was over, "Yeah, good, but we should stay nearby. Think I'll bring Kate back to the cabin too."

Dean nodded, "Might need her to look Logan over too. I think she pulled a stitch or two out."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "We'll catch up."

Dean nodded and then brushed Logan's hair from her face before whispering something in her ear. She nodded back and started walking as Dean turned and started walking back down the path toward their room.

OK, so two chapters...woo-hoo, sorry for the delay between updates. Work was hellish!

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