Ok guys, sorry this too so long. Really sorry, I didn't mean to leave you hanging. Thanks for the reviews, Deana.
Flames Won't Burn
Chapter Three
Sam didn't believe it. Sure he'd heard about it, but it still looked completely unrealistic.
The hallway was on fire, smoke and flames everywhere, yet he couldn't smell the smoke, or feel the heat and touch the flames. It's like they weren't even there.
He walked through the flames as though they weren't there, hoping he wasn't going to get scorched.
Bending down to the ground he checked to see if Dean was there, or if he could see any clues.
Running a hand over the carpet his fingers collided with a sticky substance. He pulled his hand back using the firelight to see. Blood smeared his fingers, and he knew it was Dean's.
The fire moved forward and licked his fingers. His jaw dropped at what happened.
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Dean lay unmoving in the back of a warehouse. Unaware of where he was.
A figure was crouched over him, her shining eyes watching him closely.
"You betrayed me Dean," She whispered. "You came here once before and we spoke…I asked you one thing, asked you to be utterly honest with me for one night, just like I ask every man who comes, and you lied, lied to me Dean…how could you?"
Dean moaned as she left, her feet padding on the ground. All he could see were flames, tall licking flames. Every where, all around him.
All he could feel was a dull throbbing in his head, yet somewhere, deep inside the inner workings of his mind, he processed what the voice had said, and he understood, this wasn't a supernatural being, this was a crazy loner.
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The flames won't burn. They aren't there to destroy anything, quite the opposite. They are there to clean.
Dean's blood vanished into the flames as though it had never been there. Ingenious really.
The fire keeps the people away and it gets rid of the evidence, perfect.
Only thing is, it was burning away any leads Sam had…any way of finding Dean. Sighing, he stood up and left the bar, sprinting to the Impala.
He sat in the front seat for a moment trying to figure out where someone would take Dean.
They couldn't have gone far…hurt or not Dean was hard to carry anywhere. Ok…If the fire burns the evidence; it means they only just left when he got there.
Scanning the area his eyes set on a building few hundred metres feet away, hiding behind a small bunch of trees.
He slammed the car door, cringing when he thought of what Dean would yell if he knew.
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Dean moved slightly, his vision foggy. Some one was in front of him. He tried to move…something was wrapped around him arms and ankles…what was it? Rope?
A flash of silver caught his attention…a knife?
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