Third Person's POV

A few days later, Cami was returning to the apartment from grabbing a couple of groceries Jess asked her to pick up. It wasn't too late yet, but it was already dark out.

She was just about to pull into the underground parking of the apartment when she noticed a 1967 Chevy Impala in front of the building. She pulled her car over and got out, walking over to the car as Sam got out of the car and started walking inside.

The car was about to drive away, but Cami stopped it, leaning against the passenger door in order to talk through the open window. "So, did you guys bring John back?" She asked Dean, who glanced over at her in surprise. He hadn't noticed her walk up to the car.

"Honestly, no. We think he went somewhere else. I'm going to continue looking for him which might take a while, but I promise as soon as I find him I'll let you know so we can catch up again." Dean told Cami, who chewed her lips nervously. She was worried about John.

"Thank you. Here's my number so you can contact me when you find him." Cami told him, taking out a notepad and writing down her number on it. Then she ripped out the piece of paper and handed it to him.

"I'll call you." He promised and she nodded. "I really appreciate it." Cami said before she stepped back from the car and gave him one last wave before he pulled away.

Cami turned around and made her way up to the apartment. She opened the door just in time to hear Sam shout. "No!"

She immediately sprinted to where she heard his voice, which was the bedroom that he and Jess shared.

She got to their doorway just in time to see Jessica pinned to the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown drowsed in blood, before she burst into flames.

"Jessica!" Cami screamed, shielding her face from the heat of the flames. "Jess!" Sam shouted, looking up at Jessica from where he was laying on their bed, also shielding his face from the heat of the flames.

Cami stared up at her cousin, terror and pain clear on Jessica's face, but she knew she was already dead. The hunter fell to her knees, her worst nightmare coming true.

It was like Mary all over again. Cami was losing another person she loved to the same thing that took away her childhood.

"Sam! Cami!" Dean shouted, running down the hall and into the doorway. "No! Jess!" Sam shouted as Cami wailed out, "Jessica!"

Cami was sobbing now and having trouble breathing, so overwhelmed with feelings of depression and pain.

Dean rushed into the room and grabbed Sam off the bed, pushing him out of the bedroom, stopping to scoop Cami off of the floor.

He rushed out of the room and down the hall, carrying Cami and pushing Sam away from the fire. Cami screamed as the room exploded behind them.

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Later that night, fire trucks and firemen were there. They had already put out the fire, so now there was just a lot of smoke coming from the apartment.

Cami was sitting in the backseat of the Impala, her hands shaking as she held her legs up to her chest. She had run out of tears and now was just staring blankly.

She was having trouble processing what had happened. She felt an overwhelming amount of grief, pain, and depression to the point where she just felt numb.

Cami thought she should've been used to people she loved dying by now since it happened so much, but she wasn't. Everytime seemed to hurt more, which she didn't think was even possible.

Jessica was so young, she had her whole life ahead of her, for her to die so soon... she didn't deserve it.

Cami wished more than anything it was her who died, not her cousin. Jessica was actually doing something with her life. She had an apartment, a boyfriend, her parents, and a future. Now she was robbed of all of that. Cami had none of those things. She should've died, not her.

Even though her mind was clouded with thoughts about her cousin, Cami noticed Dean start to walk back towards the car, from the crowd he was standing in.

She managed to get herself together enough to open the door and exit the car as Dean approached.

Cami knew she probably should've just stayed in the car, but she felt the need to be with Dean at that moment. Although they hadn't seen each other in twenty-two years, he was the only one who understood what she was going through.

He was the only other person who had been through this twice. I mean, so had Sam, but he was just a baby the first time it happened and he couldn't remember it.

Dean looked like he wanted to help, but didn't know what to do or say, so he just stared at her helplessly. No words were spoken, but Cami walked forward and fell into his arms. That's what she needed at the moment.

She clutched onto him like he had clutched onto her all those years ago. Cami needed a rock and he was there for her. Being in his arms made her feel safe, safe enough to cry, which is something she had always hated doing in front of people.

But she couldn't take it, she broke down sobbing into his chest. He retightened his grip on the girl, his arms around her shoulders and her arms against his chest.

Dean buried his face in the top of Cami's head as she buried her face in his shirt, soaking it with tears. But he didn't seem to mind. He didn't have to say anything to try and comfort her, his embrace was enough.

Finally Cami pulled back, wiping her cheeks and looking towards the ground. "Thanks, Dean." She whispered quietly. "Of course, Cami. Always." He replied and she looked up at him. His eyes showed her that his words were completely sincere.

"Listen, just stay in the car, okay? I'll be right back." He told her, softly. Cami nodded. She knew he wanted to go comfort his little brother.

Dean rounded the car to the back where Sam was and Cami saw that he had the same helpless look on his face. Like he didn't know what to do with Sam or how to comfort him.

Cami knew she should've listened to Dean and gone back to sit in the car, but her instincts told her there was something she needed to see in back where the brothers were.

She walked to the trunk where they were and when Dean noticed her standing there, he tried to block her view of the trunk. But he was too late, Cami had already seen it.

The trunk had an arsenal equipped with guns, ammo, knifes, but what really caught her attention were the packs of salt and the iron.

"You weren't supposed to see that. I swear, Cami, we're not psychos and we're not killers. . ." Dean was going to say more, but she cut in, her voice stronger than she felt.

"No, you're hunters, aren't you? I mean, salt, iron. You're hunters." Cami said, her eyes widening at the revelation.

Sam and Dean both looked surprised and confused as they glanced at each other. "How-How do you know about. . ." Dean trailed off but Cami knew what he was trying to ask. "I'm a hunter too. Have been ever since I was seven."

Cami could see a question bubble up in Sam's eyes, but he couldn't voice it, and she knew why. "No, Jess-" Her name came out strangled as it hurt to say her name, just as she knew it hurt Sam to hear it because he flinched. "-didn't know." She finished answering the unvoiced question.

Sam turned back towards the trunk and Dean and Cami did too. Sam tossed the shotgun he was holding into it. "We got work to do." Sam said before he shut the trunk.