Author's Note: What did you guys think of the premiere?

CHAPTER TWENTY: Wait, What Just Happened?

"So get this." Sam began, turning the computer screen towards Bobby who was sitting across from him at the dingy motel room table. "Twenty-two years ago there was a fire in every single house on our street all except…" He trailed off, raising his eyebrow to indicate he wanted Bobby to answer.

"Yours." The old drunk leaned back in the chair, exhaling deeply. "So what the hell does that mean?"

Sam shrugged, turning the computer back towards him. "Well, every single house had the fire in the same bedroom, all occurred in the same week. Of the six houses that caught fire, four had babies that had just turned six months the day of the fire. But, they never could figure out what exactly was the cause. They did find something interesting at the crime scenes though. Sulfur." He finished, running an anxious hand through his long hair.

Dean worried at his lips, deep in thought. He didn't have many memories from when he was drooling age, but he remembers clearly the week Azazel had first shown up at their house. The day he had marched up their stairs as if he owned it. The day he walked into Sammy's bedroom….

"So where does that lead us?" Ellen questioned, crossing her arms as she leaned against the piss-poor excuse of a kitchen counter.

John stepped forward, looking at the youngest demon directly. "Figure out what the families all have in common." He glanced at Dean, taking notice of the way his son's face had paled slightly. "Dean? You don't know anything right?"

The eldest demon gave an unconvincing shake of the head and received a suspicious glare from John. Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he sank down on the bed.

"Dean?" Sam questioned, getting up from his seat and walking over towards his brother. "What's wrong?"

Figuring there was no use lying to the person who had been by him all his life, Dean relented. "Azazel stopped by our house that week. And I wouldn't doubt he visited all the other ones."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion, chuckling humorlessly. "So all these years you didn't think to mention that? What did he want?" He demanded, his brother's eyes widening in surprise at the youngest demon's harsh tone.

"I don't know! I was four years old for fuck's sake!" Dean lied as his eyes switched to black, standing up abruptly and grabbing his keys from off the table.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, his tone laced with doubt that his brother was telling the truth.

"Out." Dean spat, opening the door just to have Sam appear in front of him and shove the eldest demon back in the room.

"You can't just run away from your problems, Dean!" Sam yelled, his own eyes being enveloped in darkness. "Tell the truth! What the hell did Azazel want?" He pressed an accusatory finger into his brother's chest, nostrils flaring as he did so. The rest of the group were stunned to silence, not wanting to get involved in the brother's yelling match.

The eldest demon's lips twitched with anger and he clenched his fists. "Sam. Move." He ordered, voice gruff.

"Just tell us what you know." The tall demon insisted, face defiant as he shoved Dean once again. Without even thinking, the eldest son put his palm out, flinging Sam up against the wall, a huge crater being left behind from the impact. Sam slumped to the floor, betrayal flashing in his eyes as he hauled himself up. Dean panted, eyes frantic before he fled from the room, slamming the door behind him.

…..

As soon as Dean had taken off out of the parking lot in the Impala, he immediately felt guilty. Not only for hurting his brother but also for scaring the shit out of his friends and taking off with their only car.

But, he didn't feel guilty enough to turn around.

The eldest demon pressed on the accelerator, not paying attention to any road signs as he did so.

"55 mph, little risky don't you think Squirrel?" Dean veered sharply to the right as Crowley appeared in the passenger seat, a look of disapproval on his face. "Trying to get someone killed?" The King quipped, eyeing the former crossroads demon with amusement.

"What the fuck do you want?" Dean spat, pulling off sharply to the side of the road and getting out. His body was tense, waiting for Crowley to make some kind of move as he walked around to the hood of the car so he was standing directly in front of the King of Hell.

"Just here to talk." The grizzly man clarified, looking like he was about to give a business proposal. "I wanted to give you a warning."

Dean scoffed as he focused his glare on his unwelcomed passenger, wanting nothing more than to punch the smug look off his face. "A warning?" He questioned, his tone bored.

"In case you don't remember our chat from a couple weeks ago, you are needed. Seeming as though you aren't the most compliant demon I have ever dealt with, I'm giving you a year to come willingly."

"And if I tell you to get bent?" Dean hissed as his eyes became black orbs, feeling the familiar sense of anger bubbling deep in his gut.

Crowley took a threatening step forward, grabbing the demon in front of him by the collar and yanking him down. The King's hot breath tickled Dean's ear as he spoke. "Then I'll send some Hell Hounds to bring you to me in pieces."

The eldest son's eyes shone with fear as Crowley disappeared, a gust of wind being the only thing he was left with.

….

"Sam are you okay?" Ellen asked, voice filled with concern as she walked over to the youngest demon, touching his arm softly.

Sam shrugged her off as he glanced at the shut door, wondering how his brother could just take off like that again. "I'm fine." He stated, looks of worry taking over everyone's features.

"Sam, your brother is outta control." John scolded, as he took a step toward him. "That anger of his-"

"Is a problem." The demon interrupted. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with the old hunter who just now decided he wanted to play parent. "We will fix it. But right now we have a case and I plan on working it. Let's just figure out what, or who, we're dealing with."

….

"Look who's back." Jo said with a little malice in her tone from her perch on the counter as Dean strolled back into the motel room an hour later, a look of regret on his face.

"Listen, I'm sorry." The eldest demon relented, looking directly at his brother. Sam just gave him a curt nod, not ready to forgive unless there was an explanation. "I'll tell you everything I know."

….

The group got settled, sensing a long story while Sam and Dean sat on opposite beds, the eldest of the two looking extremely on edge while the other just seemed impatient.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he got right to it. "The day Azazel showed up, mom was scared shitless. He just kinda barged his way in and went upstairs to Sammy's nursery." Dean flicked his gaze to his brother, noticing how his body had tensed slightly. "Being the curious four-year old that I was, I followed mom up the stairs who had been chasing yellow eyes." The eldest demon paused, wiping a shaky hand down his face before continuing. "What I saw, I didn't understand at the time. He was- he took out a knife and he-" Dean stopped, not wanting to meet his brother's prying eyes. "He fed you his blood while he kept mom suspended on the wall. Mom happened to see me before Azazel did and motioned for me to leave and I did."

An eerie silence took over the room, leaving Dean feeling like he was suffocating. He spared a look towards his brother to see a range of emotions taking place in his eyes.

"Dean." Sam started, trying to keep his anger at bay. "Did you really never think to mention this?" The tall demon said through clenched teeth, not wanting to scare his brother off again.

The eldest of the two boys swallowed hard as he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he had never opened his mouth.

"What does that even mean?" John questioned, crossing his arms as he stood in between the two beds so he could see both his boys.

The room stayed quiet, nobody sure the answer to the question.

Taking a deep breath, Sam stood up. "I for one think we should work this case." The young demon suggested to change the subject, knowing they still had work to do. After receiving mumbled 'okays' from the group, he walked over to the motel room door. "Let's try to get those people out of it the house then go from there."

….

"I'm sorry, what?" Jenny asked with exasperation, looking at the two brother's in front of her like they were crazy.

Not feeling the need to sugar coat it, Dean decided to just put it all out there. "There's a spirit in the house. One that may catch your baby's nursery on fire who I'm gonna guess is…" He hesitated, ignoring the pointed look he was getting from the group around him. "Six months old today?"

The woman stepped back, narrowing her eyes in confusion before chuckling slightly. "I uh, appreciate the fact you're trying to protect us but we're fine-" She started to shut the door only to have John put his foot in the door, placing a firm hand on it.

"You need to get you and your child out of this house." The old hunter insisted, his gaze intense. He wanted to protect this family like he wish he had for Mary and his kids.

She tried to push on the door but couldn't get it to budge under John's brute strength."I'd rather not." She admitted, her voice shaking slightly.

"I'm gonna have to insist." John's eyes were defiant, making it clear he wasn't leaving as long as they were still in there.

….

Dean forced a smile as he waved at the minivan as it pulled out of the driveway and down the street, Jenny giving an anxious look towards her house she left in the hands of six strangers.

"Alright, Sam and Dean you two start making rounds with the EMF meter and if you have any spikes, let Bobby or I know." John paused in his orders, making eye contact with the mother and daughter pair. "You two start laying salt around, start closing off certain rooms especially the basement. Last thing I need is a classic horror movie scenario."

Although the eldest demon hated being given such a useless job, he didn't press and took the detector reluctantly before taking off upstairs with his brother.

After the two groups had left, John turned his attention to his old friend. "You and I are on lookout." He handed the baseball capped man in front of him an iron fireplace rod he had snagged moments before along with a container of salt. Picking up his own set, John set off in the direction of the girls while Bobby went upstairs to cover the boys.

….

"John! Bobby! We got nothing in here." Dean yelled, the old drunk waltzing in the room moments after. He glanced at the baby crib, surprised there wasn't any activity in this particular part of the house.

"Where's Sam?" Bobby questioned, glancing around the room for any indication of a spirit.

Dean ran his fingers over an angel statue absent mindedly before shaking his head and turning back around to meet the hunter's puzzled gaze. "What? Across the hall."

Bobby just nodded, his eye quickly catching something out of the corner of his eye. Grabbing a hold of the eldest demon's shirt, the hunter pushed him behind him before he locked eyes with the approaching figure who had appeared in the corner of the room.

"Bobby stop!" Dean barked desperately, putting an arm in front of the persistent man. "That's my mom."

….

Sam walked in what he assumed was the master bedroom, flicking on the lights before his eyes scanned the walls. He flipped on the EMF detector, waiting for something to happen.

"Sammy, good to see ya." The youngest demon's head snapped up as he spun around, coming face to face with cruel yellow eyes. "Dear old dad is downstairs, big brother is in the other room, and here you are."

Sam heard the click of the door shutting and locking right before he was flung up against the wall.

"What do you want?" The youngest Winchester said through clenched teeth as the yellow eyed demon approached, stopping only a few inches away.

"I've made an investment in ya Sammy, I'm here to collect."

….

TBC

I feel like a lot happened in that chapter. Maybe too much? Small recap: Dean's damned to Hell (See how I'm still kinda with the story line? Ehh? Ehh?), What they thought was a spirit may not be a spirit at all, and Sam was fed Azazel's blood. Does Azazel's blood have a different effect on a half demon? Maybe Sam's like ¾ demon now? Stay tuned for the next chapter! Please continue to read and review, I've had a shitty week and knowing you guys still like my story is always nice(: Thanks!