A/N Supernatural chapter. Focused on Dean

Dean Winchester stood in the middle of it all, the flames licking the walls. Him and Sam had agreed to split up, Sam would check the garage, Dean would check the house. They were supposed to meet back up by the impala ten minutes after they won't in if they didn't find anything. But of course, Dean had found it.

Everything about this hunt had hinted at demons. But it wasn't. Apparently it was a witch, summoning demons to do her dirty work. Maybe if all the evidence wasn't currently being burned around him he and Sam would have been able to figure out how she was doing it. But of course, Winchester luck be damned, the witch had gotten away, leaving Dean to burn to a crisp in her house.

He had no way out. He was literally surrounded by the flames. He used his jacket to cover his mouth and nose, trying not to inhale too much smoke. His eyes scanning the burning walls around him frantically for any form of escape.

None. "Son of a bitch." so this was how it was going to end for him? He was going to burn? 'Oh god. Sammy.' What was Sam going to do? Did he even realize that his older brother was trapped within the burning house? Would he try to get in to save him? Was he in here already, trying to get to Dean?

Panic swallowed Dean's rational mind, drowning out any sensible thoughts he had. He could feel the heat of the flames closing in on him. He thought he heard someone call out his name but he couldn't be sure. It was hard to think, what with all the smoke and the panic taking over, and it was just so damn hot how could he be sure of anything but the fire?

But there it was again, his name, being screamed to him from outside. "DEAN!"he couldn't answer though. If he pulled his jacket from his face he would only inhale more smoke and end up in a coughing fit. He hated knowing that he was going to leave Sam on his own again. But maybe... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him... Maybe...Maybe he could have normal life..

As these thoughts entered Dean's head he felt himself drop to his knees, having given up on a way out of what was essentially his own burning coffin. Just as the flames began to attack him, consume him, a familiar hand gripped his shoulder. And before he could open his eyes, not knowing exactly when he had closed them, he was outside. On his knees in front of the burning remains of what had once actually been a rather large and beautiful house.

He dropped his jacket to the wet ground, coughing hard. "Dean! I thought you were- shit man, your clothes are ruined, are you okay? What happened?" Dean almost wanted to laugh at how much of a mother hen his little brother was being. But his lungs hurt too much to even think about anything like that.

"C-*cough*areful Sammy, you're starting to show your mother hen again." he only earned a glare from his brother at his words "Dean you almost died, again! Will you just be fucking serious? What the hell happened in there man? You know what? Never mind, you can tell me later. Get in the car, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Sam, I'm fine. I don't need to go to the damn hospit-" Sam gave his older brother a bitch face and cut him off "The hell you don't! You were just in a fucking burning house! You need to go to the hospital, there's no way you didn't inhale any smoke, and with how long you were in there you definitely do need to be checked over. Now get in the damn car."

He knew there was no arguing with his brother, especially when he was so worried about him. So he obliged and, with a little help(though he wouldn't admit it if asked, he got in the car by himself thank you very much) from Sam, was laying in the backseat of his car.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, not even Sam, he had been terrified. He didn't want to die, not like that, not so soon after getting back. But sometimes, even through all that 'tough guy' crap he pulled all the time, he got scared. He had fears, he had nightmares. Hell, he probably had more things to be afraid of than he actually did, but regardless. He got scared. He was only human after all. No matter how hard he tried to be the fearless one, he was terrified. But he would never admit it. Not to anyone. Not even to Sam. Not ever to Sam.

A/N So I'm thinking about making the next chapter, and possibly the one after that, in Castiel and Sam's POVs. Leave a review, let me know what you think :P

Anyhow, V OUT *ROLLS AWAY*