"Seven possessions in just three days; these evil bastards are stepping up their game." Bobby had just ended a call with one of his hunter friends and he turned to Dean, who was seated at his new favorite location: the computer. Dark circles made themselves painfully noticeable on Dean's face and his eyes, normally bright and full of life, appeared dull from lack of sleep.

He just gave a quick look to Bobby and nodded, but remained quiet. Dean had been staying with him since Sam turned and dropped off the face of the earth. They had been hunting down and exorcising every single escaped demon they could get their hands on, hoping each time to gain some information on where Sam might be. Bobby looked through sad, worried eyes at the young hunter sitting across the book-cluttered room.

"Dean, maybe you should get some rest."

Dean's fingers ran over the keys on Sam's laptop computer as the soft sound of a TV acted as background noise. He glanced towards Bobby, dismissing his suggestion, then looked right back at the screen before him, its light casting a soft glow over his wearied features. Dean hit the "search" buttonand leaned back in the hard chair, rubbing his chin briefly.

"Sleep doesn't help anything, Bobby." His voice was flat and void of any signs of agreement. He knew he could make Sam snap out of it and turn back into himself again; Dean refused to stop trying until the job was finished. Dean's job, that's what it was. "That's my job right? Watch after my pain-in-the-ass little brother?" That moment, the night Sam had been taken right from his hands, replayed in Dean's tortured mind almost constantly. Dean had made a deal, Sam's revived life for his death on that same night in the following year. These thoughts only fueled Dean's rock-solid stubbornness and determination to save Sam from the darkness that consumed his soul.

Bobby took a slow step towards Dean after a few moments of watching him stare absently, lost in thought, at the screen before him.

"Dean...what if Sam can't be tur-"

"No." Dean cut Bobby off short, glaring up at him, giving him the exact same look that he'd given him every other time he brought up the question that Dean feared and denied most.

"I did not make that deal for it all to end like this." Dean's features twitched with the pain and passion that sounded in his deep voice.

"I will find Sam, and I will bring him back."

Bobby gave up, nodding slowly. It frightened him when Dean acted like this, when there was nothing he wasn't willing to do in order to reach the goal he had his mind set on. He had seen him like this before. The same look had been in Dean's eyes the night Sam had been killed. His lifeless body rested on a bed in another room as Dean argued with Bobby, refusing to bury or burn his brother's body.

"I just don't want you to be disappointed if-"

"Well don't worry, I won't be." Dean looked back at the search results on the screen.

Bobby turned to leave the room, hesitating at the doorway. Dean was like a son to him, and he just couldn't help but be scared for him.

"Sam is strong, Dean. Dangerous." He spoke softly after being silent for a few moments.

Dean shook his head, his voice thick with emotion and increasing rage. "Sammy's not dangerous."

Bobby walked over to him, speaking with more urgency than before. "You saw first hand what he can do. Jesus, Dean! You were out of it for days because of that crack to the head he gave you!"

"That wasn't Sam!" Dean avoided Bobby's gaze, trying to control the emotions bubbling up inside him.

"No, but it's who he is right now. He could kill you, Dean! Without caring or thinking twice!"

Dean slammed his fists and stood up, unable to keep his voice down any longer.

"I don't care what it takes! Do you not get that? I..Don't..Care!"

Bobby stared at him in disbelief, unable to say anything. Dean's chin trembled a bit and he turned away, wiping one hand over his face and resting the other on his hip. He stood with his back turned for a few moments. Finally, he shook his head slowly.

"He's my brother, Bobby..." His voice was low and soft as he turned back to Bobby.

"...He's all I've got left." Dean's eyes shone with un-fallen tears, his face occasionally contorting with emotion.

"I have to try. And if I can-...can't save him?" He breathed out a smile, running his hand over his mouth slowly.

"To hell with it all then." Dean said, gesturing carelessly with his hand.

The room remained quiet for awhile except for the low babbling of a commercial on TV. Both hunters just stared at each other, saying nothing. After a moment, Bobby nodded and broke the silence.

"Just watch out for yourself, Okay? Don't try to do anything stupid."

Dean sniffed, wiping a hand over his blurred vision, and returned to his station in front of the computer. Bobby waited for some indication from Dean that he would do what he had asked him. He finally left the room only after Dean did so with a short nod.

Dean stared blankly for a moment at no one thing in particular. He had no plan, no help-Bobby tried, but he didn't really do much good-, and no idea where the hell Sam might be. Dean shook his head and rested his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands.

"In more tragic news, a house in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania caught fire, due to what is said to be faulty wiring. This unfortunate fire claimed the life of a mother last night."

Dean raised his head out of his hands as the news bulletin on the television struck an all too familiar note in his head.

"Last night, thirty-four year old Madelin Arbor's life was claimed in a tragic fire that completely engulfed her home."

Dean stood up slowly and walked over to the old television set. A picture of a married couple and their young baby appeared on the screen.

"...She will be dearly missed. Madelin leaves behind her husband, Mitchell, and her six month old daughter, Cathleen; both managed to escape the house before the fire claimed their lives too, Jeanine?"

The rest of the news was drowned out by the intense pounding of Dean's heart in his ears.

"I'll be damned."

His mind replayed all the details of the news report. "Fire, Faulty Wiring, Mother Dies, Six Month Old Child." "That's impossible! How could...?" Dean rushed back to the computer and typed in a search for Harrisburg's local newspaper. He scrolled down through recent articles.

"Electrical Storms Illuminate Harrisburg." The article was dated one day previous to the fire that Dean had just seen reported on the news. He scrolled down some more, eyes stopping on another article dated two days before the fire.

"Farmer's Cattle Dies: No Explanation Found." Dean's eyes darted quickly over the list, searching for the final article that would validate his suspicions; he found it.

"Bizarre Temperatures Puzzle Meteorologists." Dean dropped back in the chair, running his hands through his hair.

"Holy crap."