Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) Jess is not mine either. I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 7-
Julie, in Dean's shirt with a slash across her stomach, was on the ceiling.
Flames shot out of her.
Dean started to shake.
"It can't be happening," Dean thought.
Sam ran in. Seeing Julie on the ceiling burning and Dean laying on the bed shaking, he couldn't help it. He was over whelmed in fear, pain, and sorrow.
He fell to his knees and cried. When he opened his eyes a second later, he saw something impossible.
There stood Jess.
"Get up," she said softly.
"I can't," Sam said.
"You have to. Your brother will die if you don't help him."
"I know, but..."
"Sam," she said, kneeling down and putting her arms around him, "He helped you from this thing twice. Save him."
"Jess… I should have tried to save you. I should have tried to…"
"Sam, you couldn't have. It wasn't your fault. Now save your brother."
She gently caressed his cheek.
"Sam," she said carefully, "This thing you will kill it. You'll find your dad too. You'll fall in love with someone else, and Dean will find happiness, too. Don't worry. It all comes together. I promise."
He looked up she was gone.
"She's right he thought. I have to save Dean," Sam said aloud.
He stood up. His knees wobbled, but he gained steadiness.
He looked at Dean. Dean was lying on the bed, crying, making no attempt to save himself.
He ran over.
"Dean! Get up," he said, grabbing Dean's sides to help him up.
Dean stood up. Sam looked at Dean's face, obviously tear stained. Dean looked at Sam's face, Sam had been crying.
"Why? What's he crying about," Dean thought.
Sam helped Dean gain steadiness. They started walking out when Sam got a cold feeling again.
"This was our chance, we missed it. We'll stop this thing, but until then it will keep killing," Sam thought.