Disclaimer: Anything recognizable in the story is not mine, including the boys. They belong to Eric Kripke and the WB.

Sorry for the delay, a lot has happened in my life and I couldn't find any time to update. Thank you so much for sticking with my story, and for the reviews that I got. Also, thanks for reminding me to update.

In the beginning of this chapter, Dean acts a little out of charactor. It's part of the story and will be explained later on in another chapter.

Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

Dean looked down the hallway at the window, and then back at his baby brother. When their eyes met, he knew that something was wrong. Sam had a look of panic on his face, and for a moment, Dean felt the anger well up within him. It didn't seem right that his brother was so fragile. He was so sick of having to carry someone who should be old enough to take care of themself. It didn't matter in that one moment that Sam was his little brother; all that he saw was a burden with a bull's eye attached to his neck. Sam had always been like that. He had always needed to babysit him, and sometimes, he just wanted to be rid of him. Let the monsters get him. Maybe then, he wouldn't have to always be the savior. As quickly as the anger had come over him, it receded. Dean looked at Sam once again, eyes wide as he watched him slowly move towards him. They needed to get away from here. For one brief, but oddly clear, moment, he had been ready to hurt the one loyal remaining member of their tiny family. Fearing for Sam's safety, Dean came close to telling him to go back to the car. He could deal with this himself, but something was after Sammy. He was being targeted by this woman. Pushing passed the fear for Sam, he continued to walk down the hallway.

Sam followed closely behind his brother, taking shallow breaths. While it looked normal enough here, like the inside of his own dorm room during his first year at Stanford, his stomach was in knots and his heart beat out of control, trying to push passed the walls of his chest. Something here was going to hurt him, and he had no idea where the threat was going to come from. This woman was going to do something to him, and they did not have enough information to stop her. His breath was coming out in short gasps now. Sweat creased his brow, the room spun around him, and his felt disconnected. Numbness had settled into his face and the tips of his fingers, and it all had such a surreal quality to it. He was panicking, could feel himself slipping, but denied it to himself. He was struggling to regain control. When they were on the airplane, so long ago, he had told Dean that he was leaving himself wide open for demonic possession. If this was what he was doing now, he needed to control it if he had any hope of stopping the inevitable from happening. He grabbed a wall with one hand, watching as Dean walked away, willing away the feelings of foreboding.

Dean walked up to the window, feeling the edges to see if anything was out of the ordinary. He looked out over the edge, noticing that the screen had been removed. The window itself was modern, both the top and the bottom having the ability to open, with no screen. If they had put in an older window, maybe the people who killed themselves here would not have been able to succeed. Then again, the screen hadn't been able to stop Rachel from jumping, had it? He looked down to the ground below, noticing the rose bush lining the building. Sam came up behind him, and Dean moved away, all of a sudden feeling too close.

Sam leaned over the window to get a better look at what Dean had found, when he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Everything became quickly dimmed and a white light flashed in front of his eyes. A feeling of cold paralyzed him, and he struggled to yell for Dean. Sam felt like he was going to fall out the window for a minute, saw an image of himself hitting the ground below, but strong arms grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him back. A whirlwind of lights and sounds surrounded him and he heard his own screams over the bright hell that had enveloped him. He stumbled when the hands let go of him, and fell on the harsh floor, clutching his own hands to his head. It was too much; his brain was going to explode, grey matter everywhere. In a split second, it was over. He was left sitting there, bewildered and shaken. His eyes darted around, seeking the solace that his brother could provide. Huge eyes finally looked up at Dean, willing him to understand that something was seriously wrong. It was too late.

Dean had been standing in close proximity to his brother when he saw him stumble. He was standing so close to the window and he pitched forward, making the older Winchester's heart stop. Dean grabbed him in a tight embrace by the shoulders, pulling him back inside the window, trying to hold him steady. Sam started screaming, no recognition in his almond-shaped hazel eyes. The younger man tore away from him, breaking the connection that he had with his baby brother. Fear had found a new place in Dean's heart as he ran through all the worst-case scenarios in his head. So many things could be wrong, and he had no way to fix any of them. After a few brief moments of terror, the screaming stopped and Sam looked up at him with huge eyes, expecting him to do something, to help him. He would answer the call, even if he had to move heaven and earth to do it. Nothing was going to hurt his little brother while he was around. Placing one arm protectively under his brother's arm to help carry him, Dean pulled Sam to his feet and slowly started walking. Sam tried to veer off towards the window, but Dean moved them back towards the goal. It would be a hard trip, Sam this out of it with no elevator, but Dean needed to get him out of here. They needed to get some distance so that they could figure out what had gone wrong and how to fix it.

Lifting himself up on wobbly legs, Sam tried to figure out what had happened. He couldn't focus on anything, and it all seemed like a blur. He felt cold, empty, damaged in a way that he had never felt before. All he wanted to do was to sleep, to make it all go away, to wake up and have the confusion cleared up. Numbly, he allowed Dean to drag him from the ground. It took him awhile to remember that they were on the sixth floor. From this far up, if he were to jump from the window, he would die. He started to slowly make his way back to the window, staccato movements marking how out of it he truly was. Dean must have seen the direction he was going in, because he gently pulled him towards the stairs they had come up.

They took the stairs at a slower pace than they had coming up because Sam didn't feel right. For some reason, he felt shaken, unsteady and weak. He felt like the floor was opening up and sucking him in. Never before had he felt so alone, and even Dean's hand placed gently on his shoulder did nothing to ease the ache. After everything, he didn't deserve it, to have Dean still care for him. After everything...he was still there. It didn't seem fair to drag him down like that.

Dean sat his kid brother down in the passenger seat of the Impala, after quickly maneuvering the door open with one hand. The other hand remained constantly on the most precious thing in his world, willing whatever had taken hold to free him. The fear that he had felt under the surface overtook him as Sammy did his best impression of catatonia. Dean knelt down on the ground with one knee, looking in on him with terrified eyes. They remained still, as two parts of a one whole they had been trained to be, for many long minutes. Sam stared absently ahead of him, and Dean waited. After about half an hour, Sam blinked, moving away from his brother.

"Let's go," Sam said with a hallow sound to his voice that made Dean's blood freeze. His voice hadn't carried that hollow of a sound since he had told Dean he didn't want to stay with Lori, months ago. He helped Sam get into the car completely, closing the door behind him. In one quick move, he made his way over to the driver's seat, starting the car and peeling out of the parking lot.

Hope you liked this chapter. I will have another one up in a week or less. Please feel free to review with praise, constructive criticism, questions, or anything you'd like.

Happy hunting.