SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS

Doyoufeellikeyourfallingdown: You're right. I know what you mean. Well, I was gonna have them talk sometime.

Spuffyshipper: Yeah, I had it all planned out from the beginning. I will. Ah, I see.

KatieMalfoy19: Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I was hoping it wasn't too much. Here's more.

CrazyPirateGirl: Thanks. Yeah, it was about time. Maybe, I don't know. You're right about the butt-whuppin' though.

FLOAT-ON-CLOUD-9 (ch 7-9 ): Thanks. I will. Thanks.

Mystiksnake: Thanks. That's okay. Thanks. Sorry this isn't soon enough.

DISCLAIMER

Supernatural belongs to the WB. Nordstrom's mine, though I got some of his powers from a Smallville episode where a football coach was able to burn people just by touching them. Story deals with cutting, which I only know about from watching "Higher Ground" and a movie called "Secret Cutting".

Hours later, Dean shifted at his spot on the floor, being as quiet as possible. Sam had finally fallen asleep and he didn't want to risk waking him up. The older Winchester stared at his younger brother, his mind racing with everything he had been told. How did we miss it? Were we so obsessed with hunting that we missed the signs? he wondered. Suddenly, Sam made a moaning.

"No," he said. "No! Jess!" With a gasp, he woke up. He gasped, and panted.

"Sssssh. You're all right, Sammy. It was just a bad dream," Dean soothed, putting an arm around him.

"It's Sam," Sam corrected.

"Yeah, okay," Dean accepted. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Same dream?" Dean queried.

"Yeah. I was on the bed, felt the blood..." Sam trailed off.

"And she was on the ceiling," Dean finished for him.

"Yeah," Sam whispered. "I could---feel the heat. The fire was all around. It was in the whole room," he continued.

"What do you think kicked off the dream?" Dean queried.

"I don't know...maybe it was because Jess called me on the fact that I still blame myself for what happened to her," Sam responded. He blew out a breath. Then as he stood up and walked over to the duffel where Dean kept their dad's journal, "Come on. Let's go see if we can figure out exactly what Dr. Nordstrom is." Dean picked himself up and joined his brother. He took the book out of his bag and laid it in front of them.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?" Dean responded.

"Thanks," Sam said.

"Anytime, Sammy," Dean replied, opening the journal.

"It's Sam," Sam good-naturedly protested. Together, the brothers looked through the pages of their father's diary.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yeah, okay. I know this isn't a butt-whuppin' chapter. But I figured they needed this kind of a thing due to the circumstances.