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 8-
The flames quickly engulfed the room. They had seconds before it successfully trapped them in. Sam tried to walk quickly, but Dean had been so stunned, he couldn't walk without help.
"Dean you're not going to like this," Sam said, laying Dean down and then dragging him to the stairs.
He stopped at the stairs. Sam ran into the bedroom with the two beds, they were supposed to sleep in and grabbed their bags. Throwing open the window, he threw the bags onto the lawn below. He turned around to go get Dean, when the door was slammed shut.
"Shit," Sam thought.
Even though there was no fire in the room when he came in, fire surrounded him.
"You made me kill them. Jess was your fault. So was your mom. You made me do it," a voice rang through the room, "You know you did it!"
"NO," Sam screamed back.
"Yes."
"Stop! You did it. I'm going to hunt your sorry ass down and kill it."
The door burst open. There stood Dean.
"Come on Sammy," Dean shouted.
Sam
ran after Dean. They made it down the stairs.
"Sam, go," Dean
yelled.
Sam just ran, not even thinking about where he was going or what was happening.
Sam made it to the edge of the lawn where he feel to his knees, when it hit him. He left Dean inside.