The next week passed painfully slow. They all took some time of from work and school, too drained to even get dressed. Dean, Sam, and Brianna simply existed. The world continued to spin, people laughed outside on their afternoon walks and cars sped past their home. All three were bitter. How dare people go on with their lives when everything in their own had stopped? Even the weather mocked their grief. It was getting warmer, flowers were in full bloom, and the sun was shining magnificently.

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On Sunday, Dean was doing laundry for the week while Sam was making dinner.

"Hey Dean, I'm gonna go get Brianna, she said she was riding her bike on the driveway."

"Ok," Sam heard his brother shout, slightly muffled from being in the laundry room.

Sam walked off the front porch and saw Madison sprawled out on the front lawn.

"Crazy girl, what are you doing?" Sam asked, making his way over to his niece.

"I'm trying to find heaven." She said nonchalantly, so much so it shocked Sam.

Sam stood their, looking down at the little girl. "Do you mind if I help you find it?" He whispered.

"Sure Uncle Sam," she said, patting the grass next to her. Sam and Brianna looked up into the crystal blue sky streamed with white fluffy clouds and looked for heaven.

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After Dean put the laundry in, he came back to an empty kitchen. Slightly thrown off by the scene, he made his way to the front door and found Brianna and Sam lying on the ground, staring at the passing clouds.

"What are you two doing?" He asked making his way to his family.

"We're trying to find heaven," Sam, answered seriously, so much so that Dean was startled. Looking around, Dean's eyes settled on Sam and Brianna again.

"Can…can I help?" Dean asked, scratching the back of his neck insecurely.

"Sure Dean," Sam answered and patted the grass next to him. All three lay their for what felt like hours, trying to find their way to heaven.

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The next morning, Dean got Brianna ready for school and dropped her off at the bus. Both he and Sam were returning to work today, as much has they didn't want to. Around 12, Alyssa, the chemo nurse that helped Madison, came into the shop with her car for a tune up. She was talking to one of the mechanics when he walked over to her.

"Hey Alyssa, what can I do for you?" He asked.

"Hi Dean. How is everything," she asked as they walked away from her car.

"It's going," he said, not really in the mood for formalities.

"How's the family?" Alyssa asked.

"There bad, but don't worry, I'll get them through," he said with a fake smile.

"Whose gonna get you through Dean?" Alyssa said sadly. She pulled a large envelop from her purse and handed it to Dean.

"Here…most family's want to keep these…it's her records," Alyssa whispered to him. She gently kissed his cheek and walked back to her car.

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Dean arrived home a half an hour later to Brianna quietly doing homework and Sam making dinner.

The meal was quick, everyone talking about their days and returned to their silence. Dean helped Sam clear the table while Brianna scampered off, as she always did now...

The two boys worked in silence, until Dean decided to talk.

"So how's Melissa?"

"She's fine. I just told her I have a lot going on and I can't really be in a relationship right now."

"And what did she say?"

"She'd wait," Sam said, and continued to do the dishes.

"She sounds like an awesome girl Sam. Maybe you shouldn't put it off. We could use some good news around here."

"I can't Dean, not right now," he said quietly, and Dean knew that was the signal to change the topic of conversation.

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At 8, they put Brianna to bed, and both boys were resting in the living room. Bored with what was on the television, Dean looked for something to read on the coffee table and saw Madison's chart lying there. He picked it up and began to read it.

Madison Winchester

Age 24

Diagnosis- Lung Cancer.

Dean kept reading and looking through her tests results when one particular one met her eyes. Her blood sample the night of her diagnosis had an unusual abnormality in it.

Traces of Sulfur.

Dean looked closer and sure enough, all her blood samples had increasing amount of sulfur in her blood stream. It…can't be…He thought, afraid it was just his grief. But with the test results sitting right in front of his, he couldn't be wrong. A maniacal anger grew inside Dean's chest at the possibility. Could a demon have caused this?

"Son of a Bitch!" Dean yelled, startling Sam.

"What's wrong Dean?" Sam asked sitting next to Dean on the long couch.

"This is Madison's chart from the hospital. Alyssa gave it to me today, and I was reading over it. I read her blood work and traces of sulfur can be found in every test, getting increasingly worse each time until…" Dean couldn't say the word.

Sam remained stoically quiet. "So…you mean…you think…something made Madison get sick? Something demonic?"

Dean nodded and Sam let out a string of curses.

"Now, what we have to do it-" Dean was cut off by a blood curdling scream coming from upstairs.

"BRIANNA!" Dean and Sam screamed as they sprinted upstairs.