"Sam!" Dean's shout echoed through the building, bordering on frantic. "Are you okay?"
"Yahhh…," came the faint response. "Just peachy."
Dean laughed with relief, "Did you break anything?"
"Does my ass count?" Sam muttered angrily. "Hey Dean, I think I found one of the renovator's cells."
"Yeah? Is there a staircase anywhere around you?"
"Umm yah… it'd be across to your left," Sam answered as he gingerly stood rubbing his bruised behind.
"Great, down in a sec," Dean's voice called from somewhere above.
Seconds later, Dean had reached Sam and taken the cell phone, after slight protest from a dusty and disgruntled Sam.
"Eureka, a text message," Dean declared proudly.
"Are you serious? What does it say?" Sam asked peering over Dean's shoulder, easily because of the extra 4 inches.
"'Something's wrong, send help'… what are the chances of that? Lucky break Sammy- good thing you feel through the floor," Dean jibed as he brushed off Sam's debris littered back.
"Yeah, I know I'm thrilled. And maybe in 4 hours when I'm icing my ass, I'll look back at this moment in fond remembrance," Sam griped as he shuffled towards the stairs.
"Ya know what man? I think I'm rubbing off on you. You're sounding more and more like me every day."
"Great, it's something I've aspired to all my life," Sam mumbled.
The brothers turned and looked at each other and suddenly broke into laughter, both realizing the unexpected role reversal. Dean slapped Sam's shoulder as he walked by and led the way back up the stairs.
"So where do we start? We know at least this guy knew they were dealing with something supernatural," Sam theorized as he brandished the cell phone.
"Yep, and I think the best place to look is on the top floor. I mean, that's where the fire started right?"
"Dean, I've been thinking… if these are ghosts or demons that are potentially burning their victims, you don't think it's what killed Mom right?" Sam asked tentatively.
"No Sam, I don't think it's the same thing. Something a lot more big time than these ghosts killed Mom," Dean sighed looking at Sam tiredly.
The boys stood at the top floor silently; both lost in thoughts of their never-ending quest and their tireless duties.
"Well, we got work to do," Dean exhaled. "Let's get er' done."
Sorry it's short, I've been swamped with stuff: piano, school etc. Comments are welcome! Hope ya'll enjoy.