A/N: Sorry this is so late, I actually wrote up this chapter ages and thought I'd posted it but turns out I hadn't. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner, I often begin one story then start writing another. Ok There is another chapter already written for this fic so I'll put that up soonish. I'm sorry for the delay enjoy Chatper 2...

Chapter 2

Mary and John were sitting downstairs, confused by how Dean had been acting. Sure he loved Sam. but his reaction when Mary had offered to go get Sam had surprised them. Why had he been so adverse to Mary getting Sam?

Suddenly they heard Dean yell of Sammy from reason was forgotten as they both ran up the stairs to see what Dean was screaming about. Mary began to smell smoke and all the fear inside her was amplified. She just had to get to Sam and dean.

She prayed to the angels she knew were watching that her sons would be okay, she prayed she'd find them safe and sound away from whatever was causing the smell of smoke leaking throughout the house.

"Please let my sons be safe." She whispered to herself as she ran up the stairs.

Dean could feel himself beginning to panic. The fire could easily kill both him and Sam, somehow he needed to get his family to safety but how?

As much as he wanted to save his whole family he had to have faith that his parents would see reason and escape the flames threatening to consume them. Right now he had to focus on one thing... Getting Sam out.

Dean picked Sam up and held him tight in his arms, trying in vain to protect him from the flames dancing in the darkness and from the smoke looming dangerously close to them.

Dean looked around the room desperately searching for an escape route not hidden by flames. The only escape route he'd be able to use without injuring himself or Sam, was the door to the room. The flames had not gone close enough to the door to block off the escape route just yet, but as the fire continued the flames steadily approached it.

Dean knew he'd have to be quick if he wanted to get Sam out unscaved. The longer it took him to act the more smoke Sam would inhale and the more likelihood them both getting burned.

Without thinking Dean made a split second decision... He began to run towards the door, baby Sammy still stucked tightly in his arms. But the flames moved faster than him. Before he could get to the door the flames covered his only escape route. Dammit! Dean thought to himself. He was surrounded by the relentless flames with no way out. Trapped with his brother within the sea of flames Dean would have to think quickly if both of them were to get out of this alive.

Dean took a look at the flames blocking the door debating if he should just wish running through them. He had to decide, is it worth the risk? It could save Sam's life or it could doom them both. Dean cast a look behind him then looked down at Sam, giving him a small smile.

"Look's like it's up to me to pull you out of the fire once again Sammy."

Dean took a step back as flames suddenly leapt up in front of him. He hugged Sam closer to him. The baby gave him a cute smile as if to say 'I trust you.' And that was all Dean needed to make up his mind. He had to take the chance because if they stayed, their chances of surviving would only get slimmer. Going through the flames was the only way out and Dean just had to try. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he got Sam killed.

"It'll be okay Sammy. I promise that no matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you. I love you bro." Dean whispered to the baby Sam, not having the strength to say the words loudly. Smoke inhalation was beginning to get to him and while he had been sheltering Sam as much as he could from it, it would get to him eventually. Dean had to act now.

Dean sheltered Sam as much as he could and without a second thought ran through the blazing fire. He was mildly surprised when he found himself on the other side of the door. He smiled at the baby Sammy.

"We made it Sammy." Dean said weakly as he collapsed to the floor. "We made it." He weakly tried to get up off the ground but he couldn't, not with Sam still in his arms. Dean was weak from escaping the flames and he knew that he'd only get weaker. But the danger was far from over. There was still a fire raging on inside. If Dean remembered correctly the house would explode any minute, he had to get Sam out.

When he didn't see his parents around he assumed that they had already gone outside away from the flames.. or at least he hoped that that was the case. He cradled Sam in his arms as he tried in vain to get himself off the floor. As much as Dean knew he had to get Sam out he knew deep down that he couldn't.

The smoke from the fire began edging nearer to them leaking from the room. It danced in front of Dean's eyes, mocking him. It was almost like they were saying 'this is what you get for messing with time.' Watching as the flames got closer and closer to him Dean knew that there would be no escaping. He was trapped with Sam by an unbreakable wall of fire.

"Don't worry Sammy." Dean weakly whispered to his brother. "Angels are watching over you." The line almost seemed laughable now. Angels were watching over them but it wasn't like they cared. It wasn't like the angels would swoop in to save them.

Dean felt his eyes begin to droop and knew that the smoke inhalation was setting in. He looked at the any Sam be held in his arms sadly. He couldn't save him now. Suddenly he heard footsteps beginning to approach him. He weakly lifted his head off the ground and saw Mary cautiously standing over him.

"Dean?"

"Take Sammy." Dean responded.

"I'm not leaving you." She said determinedly.

"I'll catch up. Please just get him out."

Mary looked at dean. He didn't look like he'd be able to escape the flames on his own. She wanted more than anything to just take both of her boys and get them out but she knew that she didn't have the strength to safely carry them both out.

"Please mom." Dean said.

"Are you sure you can get out?" She asked tentatively.

"I'll be fine. Please just make sure Sammy is safe."

Mary hesitated. "Alright, Dean."

Dean sighed in relief and weakly handed her Sam. She took Sam from him and held him tight to her chest, protecting him from the smoke as much as she could.

"Please mom, you need to go!"

"I'm not leaving you."

"Dammit mom just go! Get Sam safe, don't worry about me."

"Dean, you're my son I'm not just gonna leave you."

"And you're my mom. I'm not gonna let you die, not again. You have to go now. Please." Dean choked out. "Trust me, I'll be fine."

Mary nodded. "Alright, I trust you dean. Sammy does too."

Dean smiled weakly at her. "Thank you. Now run!" He shouted as the door to Sam's room collapsed sending debris everywhere.

Dean let out a pitiful scream as a piece of debris from the door fell onto his leg. Mary heard his scream and cast a look back at him.

"Dean!" She yelled.

"I got it mom. Just get Sammy out." Dean responded as he slowly maneuvered himself out from under the door debris.

Dean watched as his mom left his sight. Sam would be safe, it'd be okay. His family was safe, that's all that mattered. Somehow he managed to push himself onto his feet once he'd maneuvered out of the door debris. He limped towards the stairwell which would ultimately lead him out of the house threatening to collapse due to fire.

Before dean even reached the stairs he was thrown face first onto the wooden floor by an explosion from Sam's room. The ceiling began to collapse, trapping him. He put his head to the floor and shut his eyes.

"It'll be okay, they're safe, Sam's safe. It'll be okay." He said weakly as the flames danced around him.

Just before everything went dark Mary's voice echoed in his head. "It'll be okay baby, angels are watching over you."

Mary stood outside with Sam wrapped tightly in her arms. John was beside her with a comforting hand on her shoulder. She watched the door to the house praying that any second Dean would come out. That he'd come out safely. The longer she waited the more anxious she got.

Just as she was about to run back into the burning house there was an explosion. The house began crumbling to pieces. "Oh Dean." She said sadly.

John pulled her into a hug with Sam sandwiched between them.

"I should try and get him out." Mary said sadly.

"No, that's suicide and you know it."

"But he's in there John. Dean's still in there. Someone has to help him!"

"I called the fire department, they'll help him. Us going in would be suicide."

Mary nodded in understanding. As much as she wanted to swoop in and save Dean she couldn't. She'd surely die in the fire leaving Sam without a mother, she couldn't bear to let that happen.

Mary watched as the house burned on. She still silently hoped that dean would emerge from the flames. Though deep down she knew he wouldn't. She watched as the flames consumed the house, looking up at the sky where the angels supposedly lived.

"I told him that angels were watching over him... Where are they?"

"There's no such thing as angels." John said to her quietly.

"I know that now. If angels existed they'd help him, save him."

The sounds of a fire truck sounded in the distance. About time. The sounds of the truck caused Sam to begin to cry. Mary stroked his hair softly and whispered "It'll be okay baby, the angels are watching over you."

Even though she no longer believed in angels, angels came in all different shapes and forms. To her, when dean had given her Sam and told her to get him out, he'd been an angel. So yeah, she didn't believe in angels, but that didn't mean that angels don't exist. Angels do exist, they just don't appear as you expect them to.