The home page loaded quickly, but the site no longer displayed what Sam and Bobby expected. The image of Bobby's face no longer paraded for the world, but it had been replaced with an image of Dean. The site flaunted a banner of "In Memoriam". The smugness of this thing dumfounded Sam. Sam couldn't prevent his breath from trapping in his throat. His gasp caused him to disconnect view from the website back to Dean as if he needed further verification the website was wrong.

Bobby read the obituary under Dean's picture. "Dean Winchester died tragically today in a fire. He was trained by his father- expert hunter, John Winchester. Dean's father recently preceded him in death. Sadly, Dean's mother lost her life due to a fire years earlier. The sole survivor of the Winchesters is the youngest brother, Samuel Winchester. In honor of Dean's contributions in keeping the world safe, a memorial will be held at 9113 Clay Street. All those wishing to pay respects are welcome to join."

Bobby waited for Sam to speak, but Sam was fermenting with anger. Whatever hurt Dean was playing a game. Sam gnashed his teeth and allowed himself to become incensed. In fact, Sam couldn't remember a time he felt more livid than this moment.

"Sam, something is wanting us to come visit them."

"If it wants to toy with us, it is going to be sorry," Sam jaw had clenched in rock hard determination. Bobby stood agape at the manifestation of anger on Sam's face.

"Sam, you got to keep a clear head! It wants you upset. It wouldn't have put that up, if it didn't want to rattle your chains."

Sam's nose flared and the emotions that he wrestled to keep in spattered out. "That thing tried to kill Dean! And I don't know how to help him!" Sam swung his fist upon the small end table.

He was about to prolong his rant, but a moan from Dean suspended his intention. Dean shifted and his arm flopped off the bed. Sam let out a pointed exhale. Seeing his brother move had returned Sam to his nurturing nature. He rubbed his eyes as he paced towards Dean.

He gently picked up Dean's arm to place it back under the blanket. Sam's grasp awoke a flicker in Dean. Dean sucked in the air harshly and opened his eyes. Dean's head felt like his head was imploding. He body racked with throbbing pain. He feebly grabbed his brother's hand. He gazed up and saw Sam's hopeful face staring at him.

"Dean," Sam said softly. The anger had sluiced away as soon as Dean lightly squeezed Sam's hand.

Dean tried to speak. Although his lips moved, no sound sprang from them.

"Easy kiddo! Something knocked you flat on your ass. Sam and I were getting worried." Bobby had joined Sam at Dean's bedside.

Dean poured his remaining strength in an attempt to form words, but only found a dry mouth full of air.

"Don't talk. It's okay. I'm just glad you're awake. You scared the shit out of me. Dean….I……..I…. I thought I had lost you." Sam's finger curled around Dean's hands.

Dean moved his fingers trivially in Sam's hands. It was a diminutive movement, but a colossal encouragement to Sam.

Dean's eyes were leaden. Every part of him screamed for rest, but he had to warn Sam that Meg was here and had help. He wasn't sure why he was alive. He wasn't sure how he survived, yet here he was. He had felt himself go. He recalled a moment of darkness, but then a feeling of warmth unlike anything he could ever imagine. The warmth was gone with pain and exhaustion as its replacement. His last thoughts were of Sam and his wish to protect Sam from Meg. It was all he hoped and begged for as his light faded in that burning building. Now, here was his chance.

Dean mouthed the words again. This time Sam drew close and turned his ear to listen to Dean's whisper. The words were soft, labored, and slow, but Sam understood them perfectly. He jolted upright as Dean continued to mouth the two words over and over. Dean's head wobbled as the exhaustion demanded his attention. Despite this urge, Dean remained constant in his warning- repeating two words. Sam laid his hand upon Dean's mumblings lips.

"I got it, Dean. It's all right…just rest. Okay."

Dean nodded his head lightly. His message delivered, a placidness washed over him. His eyelids lowered and with a huge sigh, he drifted into deep slumber.

"Sam, what it is?"

"It's Meg!"

"Damn it!...that...that girl's worst than a bad penny."

"Dean said two things: Meg and Amadán."

"What the hell is an Amadán?! I've never come across that term before."

"Whatever it is, it was important enough for Dean to want to tell me."