Chapter 2

Dean drove up the small driveway, parking his car in front of a white house. He then looked over at Summer. "There you go," he smiled.

"Thank you for the ride," she smiled back before she climbed out of the Impala.

Sam rolled down his window. "You're welcome," he replied with a small smile.

"Well, you both take care," she said and gave them a quick wave before walking toward the front door of the house.

Both men watched her open the door and then disappeared inside.

Dean put the car back in drive, backed out of the driveway, and started to drive back to the road.

"I still can't believe you gave a complete stranger a ride," Sam said shaking his head.

"What can I say, I'm a nice guy."

Sam rolled his eyes as he glanced back at the house, only to see a yellow, reddish color by one of the windows on the second floor. "Dean, stop the car!"

"Why?" Dean asked becoming puzzled.

"Just do it!"

Dean listened and he stopped the car halfway down the driveway. "What's the matter with you?"

"Her house is on fire!" Sam quickly jumped out, and rushed to the house before he ran inside.

At first, Dean didn't move, but then he hurried out of the car and followed his brother into the house.

The both of them rushed to the second floor, and immediately heard shouting coming from the end of the hallway. They ran down the hallway and into a room, only to come face to face with fire, which covered the whole ceiling and two of the walls, and started to catch the rest of the room on fire.

Dean's eyes grew wide with shock. He snapped his head toward the bed when he heard Summer yelling for her mother. He quickly made his way to her and grabbed her, already pulling her away from the bed and toward the door.. "Come on!"

"I can't leave her! I have to save her!" Summer yelled keeping her eyes on her mother.

"It's too late!" Sam said, grabbing a hold of them and started to push them out of the room.

Summer turned her head back toward the bedroom and watched as her mother was stuck to the ceiling, burning to death. She got further away from her as she ran down the hall and down the stairs. The three of them made it outside and they stared at the house, which was all ready covered in flames.

The brothers exchanged the same look before looking at Summer.

Dean coughed and covered his mouth and nose with his arm when the smoke got closer to them.

Sam pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called 911.

Summer just stood there, staring at her home. She had no expression on her face. It was as if she couldn't even believe it was happening.

Walking closer to her, Dean rested his hand on her arm lightly. "Hey, you ok?"

She didn't bother to reply, nor look at him.

"Summer?"

"Do I look ok?" She finally said, now looking up at him. "How would I be ok, when my mother just died in front of me?"

"I'm so sorry… I know how it feels to lose your mom. I lost mine when I younger."

Sam walked up to them. "The fire fighters should be here soon." He then looked at her. "How're you holding up?"

"I'm not." Summer replied her eyes fixed on her house again.

"Sam, can I talk to for a minute, alone?"

Sam nodded and he walked a couple of feet before facing his brother.

"I have no idea what to think. This…" Dean pointed to the burning house. "… Shouldn't have happened. Of all things, it is the same thing that killed mom. And now, we witnessed someone else's mom die from the same thing."

"What do you think we should do?"

Dean shrugged with a sigh while scratching his head. "I don't know."

"Do you think she has anyone else?"

"Let's ask her."

They walked back to her and stood in front of her.

"Hey, Summer… do you have any other family members?" Sam asked.

She shook her head no. "It was just me and my mom."

"Um… if you want, you can come with us," Dean said.

Sam nodded in agreement.

"Thanks…"

Dean was about to say something when the fire crew drove up, and some other help.

Summer stood there and watched the men get right to work. All of her memories were in that house. In addition, the one person she loved was in there as well.

Sam saw her clench her hands into fists, and he saw how angry and sad she looked. He felt bad someone had to go through the same thing the two men did years earlier. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and motion for her to follow him to the '67 Chevy Impala. Before they began walking, he tapped Dean on the shoulder and told him to get going.

Dean nodded and turned around and began following the two to the car.

"Excuse me, sir!" A man called out, walking up to them.

"You two get in the car, I'll handle this," Dean told them and walked up to the man in the police uniform.

Summer got in the backseat of the car and turned around, facing the house, and watched as the fire fighters tried to put the fire out.

"Hey…" Sam reached over. "Don't look back."

She nodded slowly and turned her back.

The drivers' side door opened and Dean climbed in. He looked at the two. "Are you two ready to go?"

"As ready I'll ever be…" Summer responded.

Dean put the car in drive and once again, started to drive away.