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Ties that Blind

Chapter 6 – To the Rescue

The pain in Sam's head exploded as he groaned in his brother's arms. "Oh God Dean, it's happening again…5620…the numbers on the building…5620…have to stop her!" Sam cried as he slumped forward, unable to prevent the blackness from pulling him in.

Dean watched as Sam struggled back to consciousness. "Take it easy Sam!" Dean cried as Sam shoved Dean aside, heading for the bathroom. Dean quickly followed Sam and comforted him as the spasms diminished. "It's ok Sammy…we'll get to them this time…we'll get there in time." Dean soothed hoping that he was right.

Sam sat back exhausted, pinching his nose as the pain continued to hammer at his skull. He felt Dean rise and return, a bottle of water and two pain pills in his hand. "Take these Sam and I'll help you back to bed…you need to rest."

"No…we have to find the house Dean…I think…I don't think we have much time." Sam swallowed the pills and stood on unsteady legs.

"Ok Sam, let me help you over to the desk. I'll call out for pizza while you try to find the house.." Dean sighed, he knew that Sam wouldn't rest until they found the family.

Sam quickly pulled up the list of foster homes in the area that he identified earlier. There were 5 homes that had an address of 5620. "Dean, there's five different homes…how are we going to figure out which one?" Sam was frustrated, he couldn't let another family die.

Dean walked over to Sam and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Sam, you must have seen something else that will help us narrow it down some. Take a deep breath and think, was it a house or an apartment building?"

Sam closed his eyes and tried to remember, he remembered being outside and looking up. "I'm not sure, I think it's a two flat Dean…they are on the second floor."

"Good, what else can you remember?" Dean coaxed as he watched Sam grimace in pain.

"Ah…I don't…I can't…wait…there were two children, a boy and a girl…their names were…Oh God Dean, I just can't remember!" Sam slammed his fist down in frustration.

Dean stood in front of Sam and gently grabbing his face, forced him to look up at him. "Sam, I know you can do this. You just need to relax and it will come to you. Where were you when you saw the children?"

"In a room, there was a man and a woman…the man tried to protect them. He asked Sharon to let…to let..Timmy…no Jimmy, that's it Jimmy and Theresa go."

Dean smiled at Sam encouraging him to continue. "That's it, what did Sharon say?"

"She's looking…she said they had her son…Dean! She's looking for her son!" Sam said excitedly. "She's doing this to get revenge for her son Dean. We need to find out what happened to her son."

"First things first Sam…lets see if we can't narrow the search down with what we have so far." Dean reached for the phone and dialed the first house. "Hello, My name is Dean Sanford, I work with Children Services and am just doing a routine follow up on how things are going."

Sam watched as Dean worked his magic. His brother was really amazing sometimes. Most people thought Dean wasn't as smart as Sam, but they were mistaken. Dean was quick witted and almost always able to come up with a plan of action. Thinking back to Dean's admission that he felt he should have been the one to die instead of their father, Sam wished Dean could see how valuable he was, not just as a big brother, but as an accomplished hunter in his own right.

"Ok, one down four more to go. She is a single foster parent, so that rules out this house." Dean quickly picked up the phone and after about 20 minutes he circled an address on the list. "Ok Mrs. Carver, I'm glad to hear that everything is working out with Jimmy. Would you mind if my partner and I just stopped by in…oh…say about an hour to visit with the kids. You know just to complete our report? Great, we'll see you then."

Dean hung up the phone in triumph. "Sometimes Sam, you just gotta let your fingers do the walkin' instead of burning up shoe leather." Dean heard a knock on the door. "And what's even better…dinner is here!"

Sam smiled as he watched his brother pay for the pizza and head back to the table. He really wasn't hungry, but he knew if he didn't eat, Dean would worry. "Sounds good Dean…any idea on what we are going to tell these people?"

Dean took a bite of his pizza. "How about they won an all expense paid trip to Disney World?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, we are sitting in a dingy hotel, eating cardboard pizza…how are you gonna send them to Disney World?"

"Fine, so what do you want to tell them?" Dean watched as Sam picked up a piece of pizza and took a bite.

"I don't know, maybe we should tell them the truth…" Sam watched as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sure Sam, we'll just walk in there and tell them a freaky psychic chick with pyro abilities is going to visit them an burn them alive. That will really get them out of the house…or us in the nut house." Dean snorted. "We'll just have to do what we always do Sam, improvise."

Sam placed his half eaten piece of pizza back in the box. His appetite was suddenly gone. He wondered how long it would be before someone else would see him as a threat. He was every bit as much a freak as Sharon and as Max. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were all connected in some way and that in the end, he might not be strong enough to resist what the demon had planned for them all. Sam stood and sighed. "Come on Dean, we better get going. We don't know how long before the freak show will start."

Dean watched as Sam quietly walked out the door. His shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He realized that Sam once again was feeling trapped and helpless. Dean hurried after Sam and got into the drivers seat. "Sam, I've told you…you will never turn into a killer and you're not alone in this. I will always have your back kiddo."

Sam smiled weakly. "Yeah, but who will have yours?"

Dean smiled. "You of course! We watch out for each other Sam…just like always."

It only took them about 20 minutes to find the house. As Dean parked the car, Sam got out and started to walk towards the house. He stopped for a moment before he took off at a dead run. Dean yelled after Sam as he grabbed a second pistol from under the font seat of the car. "SAMMY!"

But Sam didn't wait…he sensed that the family wasn't alone. Something wasn't right and he had to get inside before it was too late. Sam tried the front door and wasn't surprised to find it unlocked. As he quickly headed up to the second floor apartment, he heard Dean close on his heals. "Sammy, Damn it, you aren't even armed…wait for me!"

"No time Dean…she's here…I can feel it!" Sam continued to run, bursting through the second floor apartment door, he hurried towards the room that he had seen in his vision. As he entered the room, he stopped as he saw Sharon talking to the family, just like in his vision.

"Sharon! Wait…you have to listen to me!" Sam called out, motioning for Dean to stay back. Dean stood just outside the room, just out of sight, but close enough to help if needed.

"Who are you?" Sharon asked, suddenly feeling surrounded. How did this guy know her name?

"My name is Sam…you and I need to talk Sharon. Why don't you come with me into the living room…just you and me ok?"

"They have my son…I have to find him." Sharon cried angrily.

"No, they don't, but if you let me…I would like to try to help you find him. But what you are doing…hurting innocent families…it won't help you find your son or get him back."

Sharon looked at Sam and saw compassion in his expressive eyes. For a moment, she felt something she hadn't felt since she was four years old and living with her Aunt. She felt safe. "You would help me? Why?"

"Because that's what me and my brother do Sharon, we help people. " Sam entered the room further and put himself between the family and Sharon, willing her to let him help.

Sharon shook her head as the old feelings of betrayal and hatred resurfaced. "No! No one helps other people…you have to look out for yourself in this world…I learned that early on. They will tell me where my son is or I'll take everything away from them."

Sam watched as Sharon closed her eyes. When she opened them, he saw the depth of her anguish and her hatred. "Quick, get out now!" Sam yelled as he turned towards the family. "Dean…grab the kids!" Sam yelled as he heard the sound of flames

"Sammy! Damn it get out of there! Dean yelled as he ran with a small child under each arm. He followed the husband down the stairs as he supported his wife. As Dean turned back, he watched in horror as the second floor burst into flames. "SAMMY!"

But all that answered was the crackling of the flames.

TBC

Raven524: So I have been nice to Sammy (well sort of…so far anyway). But now it looked like that time is at an end or is it?