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Ties that Blind

Chapter 7 – Negotiation

"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 and 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.

Sam watched as Dean disappeared down the stairway. He stopped and approached Sharon. "Sharon, you have to stop this. You don't have to hurt people to get what you want." Sam tried again as he felt the heat increasing in the room.

"How can you say that! You have no idea what it's like to be different. I was sent away and my son was taken from me because I have special abilities. Well, the man with the yellow eyes accepts me as I am…I don't have to change. I don't have to fit in. He's helping me find my son so I don't need your help Sam."

Sam's heart almost stopped. "Where did you meet this man?"

"He comes to me in my dreams…sometimes now I can even hear him when I'm awake. He helped me increase my powers so that no one can hurt me ever again. Tell me Sam…what can you do for me that he isn't doing already!"

"You don't understand Sharon…he's evil…he's the one who's responsible for all that you have suffered. He killed your mother just like he did mine…he burned her on the ceiling when you were six months old."

Sharon stopped and stared at Sam. "Now I know you're lying. My mother and father died in a car crash when I was a baby. My Aunt took care of me until she died. You're a liar Sam and now you have to die!"

Sam heard a loud crack over his head as a beam fell from the ceiling, pinning him underneath. The smoke and flames continued to increase until Sam could barely breathe. He watched as Sharon calmly left the building, the flames parting for her as she left. "Well, at least the family was saved." Sam thought as he stared at the ceiling above him. He watched as the flames flowed across the ceiling and couldn't help but remember the last time he saw flames like this. "Jessica!" Sam cried, coughing. "Jessica NO!"

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Dean placed the children with their parents and told them to get to safety. He then hurried back towards the burning building. He had to get to Sam.

As he headed up the stairs he could see the flames racing along the ceiling above him. He paused for a moment, the memory of that night hitting him full force.

"Take your brother Dean" Dean found himself stumbling out of the house with his little brother in his arms. He had just made it outside when he felt himself lifted in strong arms. His eyes wide with fear as he saw his home explode into flames.

Dean shook his head. He knew he only had a few minutes to find Sam and get them both out of here. "Sammy!" Dean called again as he made his way through the smoke filled room. As he got close to the room that they had been in, all he could see was flames. "Oh God! SAMMY!" Dean moved quickly towards the doorway, as he entered the room. The heat almost drove him to his knees. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his ankle weakly. "Sammy!" Dean cried as he saw his brother pinned underneath a large beam.

"Hold on Sammy, I've got you!"

"Jessica!" Sam said weakly, no longer aware of what was happening around him. He was back in his apartment, fire over his head and the lifeless form of Jessica pinned above him.

Dean shook his head, Sam obviously wasn't with him. Dean quickly tried to remove the beam, but it wouldn't budge, it was just too heavy for him. "Sam, come on bro' I need you to help me here."

Sam blinked, "Dean?" It was hard to breathe and his chest was killing him. His ribs were definitely bruised, if not broken.

"Yes, can you help push? The beam, Sam…I need you to push while I pull!" Dean could tell that Sam was having trouble focusing. He smiled as Sam placed his hands on the beam.

"Ok, on three..one…two…three!" Dean pulled as Sam pushed. Finally Dean was able to move the beam off of his brother. "Good job Sam…now stay with me for just a few more minutes ok?"

Sam just nodded, the pain in his chest and the smoke making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Dean placed Sam's arm over his shoulder and started to make his way through the burning building. Dean wiped the sweat and soot from his eyes, twice in less than 24 hours he found himself searching for a way to escape the flames. As he got to the stairs, he could see that the railing was already burning. Keeping close to the wall, Dean tried to make his way down the stairs. As he got to the bottom he heard a loud crashing sound and saw the floor above him starting to give way. Without stopping, Dean half dragged and half carried his younger brother out the door just as the flames exploded behind him.

Falling onto the grassy lawn, Dean watched as the flames continued to consume the building. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the eyes of Mr. Carver. "I don't know how to thank you young man…if it weren't for you and this other gentleman…well, I don't know what we would have done. I've called for an ambulance and a fire truck…they should be here soon."

Dean sat up and brushed the soot off his coat sleeves. "Thanks, but I think we'll be ok. Can you just help me get my brother over there to my car?"

With Mr. Carver's help, Dean soon had Sam in the passenger seat of the Impala. As he got into the front seat, he suddenly thought about the first floor of the building. "Mr. Carver…what about the people in the ground floor apartment?"

Mr. Carver patted Dean on the shoulder. "Don't worry. They are on vacation in Disney World...luckily we were the only ones home. Are you sure that you shouldn't wait for the ambulance? Your brother isn't looking very good."

Dean looked over at Sam, but shook his head. "If he needs to go there, I'll take him myself. Take care of that family of yours!"

Dean hurried back to the hotel. As he opened the passenger door, Sam almost fell from the car. Sighing, Dean gently picked Sam up in a fireman's carry and headed into the room. He sat Sam on the bed and gently removed Sam's jacket and shirt. He sucked in a breath at the bruising on Sam's chest. There was also a burn on his chest from the flames on the beam. He could also see burns on Sam's hands.

"You know Sam, maybe you and I should get out of the fire business…both of us were almost made into crispy critters today." Dean gently laid Sam on the bed, checking his ribs more closely; he noticed that none appeared to be broken. But he knew that Sam was going to have trouble moving for the next couple of days.

Sam groaned as he felt something wet on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself gazing into the worried green eyes of his brother. "Sharon?" Sam croaked.

"She got away and before you ask, so did the family. They are alive because of you Sam. You did a good think Sam, but I swear to God if you ever do that again…I will kill you myself!" Dean watched as a tear leaked from the corner of one of Sam's eyes.

"What Sam…what's wrong?" Dean wiped the tear as he continued to clean the soot from Sam's face. Luckily there didn't appear to be any serious burns on his face or neck.

Sam turned his head, the ache in his heart returning. "I was trapped under that beam and all I could see was Jessica Dean…God I miss her!"

"I know bro'…fire doesn't have too many pleasant memories for me either. But we need to concentrate on coming up with a way to stop our little flame thrower. What happened after I left…I thought you were following me Sam?"

"I tried to talk to her Dean. She's so confused and full of hatred. She is talking to the demon Dean…just like the other guy." Sam tried to sit, but his ribs wouldn't let him move. He sank back onto the bed, panting as the pain forced a groan from his lips.

"Stay still Sam. I have to finish cleaning these burns and then I'll wrap your ribs for you. They aren't broken, but you're going to be sore for a few days." Dean heard Sam hiss as he started to work on the burns on his chest and hands.

A short time later, Sam was propped in the bed. His laptop on his lap as Dean began looking through the notes that Sam had taken earlier. "So, we know she is targeting foster families in a certain area of Chicago. That makes sense if she is really looking for her son." Dean said as he continued to read. "But how is she getting leads to the families?" Dean continued, frustrated that there was no apparent pattern."

Sam looked up form his computer. "Well, I found another article covering the first fire Dean. Apparently her foster family's name was Mendleson. This reporter indicates that there had been rumors of child abuse made by some of the children who had stayed with the Mendleson's, but nothing was ever proved. At the time of the fire, there also no mention of a young child with Sharon…where was her son then?"

"Sounds like we need to make a visit to county records and check to see if we can get a name on her son…then maybe we can find out what happened to him. But Sam, I'm not sure that will stop her…you said so yourself, she is talking to the demon. He isn't going to let her go easily."

"I have to try Dean…she was twisted by the life that the demon forced on her. I was lucky, I had a brother to keep me in line…but Sharon and Max, they didn't have anyone to protect them. If it weren't for you Dean, I could have easily broken after Jess died…I would have, but you brought me back."

Dean swallowed at the love and respect he heard in his younger brother's voice. "And I'm still here to keep you in line…that includes making sure that you don't pull any more hair brained stunts like earlier!"

Dean looked up when Sam didn't respond. As soon as he looked up, he saw Sam grab for his head. "Sammy!" Dean yelled as he pulled the laptop from Sam's shaking body and looked into his brother's vacant eyes.

Sam was in a warehouse, he could hear the elevated train passing just outside the windows. It made the whole building shake from the vibration. As he moved quietly through the building he noticed someone tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

Sam approached cautiously and stopped cold when he saw the tear streaked face of the woman tied to the chair. Suddenly he heard a loud whoosh as the walls burst into flame. Looking around, Sam saw Sharon calming walking towards them. "I don't know why you were looking for me and I don't care…I'm tired of being hunted. Soon people like you will be made to bow down to the freaks in the world…those of us with special abilities will no longer have to hide in fear."

Sam backed away as he saw Sharon's eyes…they had an eerie yellow glow to them. The demon was speaking through Sharon! Sam felt the heat as the flames continued to race towards the helpless woman tied in the chair. Sam wanted to help her…he had to save her; Ellen would never survive if he didn't.

"JO! Dean…she's burning…we have to help her!" Sam cried as he collapsed into his brother's arms.

TBC

Raven524: So, I could let Jo burn, but that would be mean of me (wouldn't it?)…or will Sam and Dean get to her in time to save her (once again!). Guess we will just all have to wait to see how this turns out! (I can't wait…oh yeah…I'm the writer in this one…well guess I better get to it then!)

Can't wait for tonight's episode…so I'm posting this one early, just so I can be ready!