It was finally time for bed. John fell asleep and Sam put him to bed. He meets up with Linda later. When Sam came into their new bedroom, he didn't see Linda some water dripping. Sam flopped onto the bed and sighed loudly. He twitched, when a wet drop hit his face. It felt warm and thick. Another hit his face. Sam opened his eyes to see Linda on the ceiling.

The words Lurcretica spoke echoed in Sam's head as he screamed; 'You killed my daddy. You think you're out Sammy, you never been more wrong.' Linda burst into flames.

"LINDA!" Sam screamed. Sam gripped onto his bed in pure shock. It was just like Jessica. His lover pinned to the ceiling and Sam unable to do anything but watch. His bedroom door bust open and Dean put his foot back on the ground. He looked up to see Sam's wife burning. Sam's hope of a normal life burnt with it. Dean ran over to his brother, that was still in shock. He grabbed his scruff and pushed him out the door. "LINDA!" Sam shouted trying to fight back with Dean, not caring that she was already gone and burning.

"SAM! She gone!" Dean shouted to him as he pushed him out the door.

"What about John?" Sam looked with fear in his teary eyes at his son's bedroom door.

"I ready got him. GO!" Dean let go of Sam and they ran to the front door. Sam skittered to a stop when he heard something.

"Sam…help me." Linda's voice gentle whispered.

Dean stopped at the door frame; "What are doing?! Come on Sam!" Dean flinched when the roof began to fall. Part of it fell in the kitchen.

"She is still alive, Dean! I can save her! I have to try!" Sam shouted over the roar of the fire and he ran back to the bedroom.

" Sam!" the roof clasped into front of Dean. Dean jumped back as the only way in and out of the burning house caved in. "DAM IT!" Dean ran out the front to scared John. John was frozen in place, in tears.

"DAD!" John shouted but Dean ran over to him. He threw John into his arms as he ran further away from the burning house. A large explosion went off, the kitchen gas stove exploding. That made the house almost fall in to itself with that.

"John… JOHN" Dean grabbed John's face making him face him. John's eyes were forced to look away from the house. "I need to you to force. I need you to call the fire department. I'm going back in for Sam. Ok?" Dean pulled out his phone for john to grab. John just stared at it. "JOHN!" Dean shouted making john snap back the situation. John took the phone and dialled 911.

Dean went around the house to Sam's window. Dean looked at the broken glass. He frozen at the window was Linda with yellow eyes holding Sam's head. She smile and flicked her hand quickly making Sam's neck snap. It seemed to go in slow motion as Dean watched in horror his baby brother's neck snapping.

"NO!" Dean screamed and he ran into the broken window with the demon blade out. Dean stabbed the demon knife into Linda's heart and her yellow eyes were still there. This time there was no trying to stabbed her, make the demon suffer, it was just pay back. She flicked orange slightly but she smiled.

"Aw, is the mean hunter confused? I'm a whole new level, kid. Too bad, that kid is now an orphan thanks you. Now he will know what it is like to have Winchester take everything from him. You dean, shot my father, Azael, in the head. I'll be back, Winchester." The Lucretica smoked out. Linda's body fell to the floor. The blood on her stomach continues to flow out. But she was dead and slightly burnt.

Dean glared at the window it had gone through. The roof falling down at the door way, made Dean remember what was happening. He picked up his dead little brother, throw him onto his back. "It's okay, Sammy. I got you." Dean held onto Sam's fore arm with one hand and help Sam up with his other. Sam's body rested against Dean's back, making it harder to lift. "Come on, Sammy. I drag you out once….i can do it again." Dean denied what he just saw. He only thought that his brother was hurt.

That Sam would be fine because he is Sammy. Dean tried to remain strong as he crawled over the glass at the window frame again. His hands and knees were covered in broken glass and blood. His skin was slightly burnt. Dean fell out the window and onto the ground with loud thud. Sam flew over Dean and onto the ground in front of him. Fire closed off the exit. Dean turned back to see Linda burning. Dean gasped in pain to see his knee had large burn mark on his knee with glass sticking out.

Dean looked at his brother. Dean looked up to see Sam had landed face first into the ground. "Sam?" Dean gasped into a grunt in pain. Dean crawled to his dead brother. Glass pressed more into his body as he moved. Dean made himself kneel, glass went deeper into his knee. "Sam?" Dean held up Sam.

"No. no. no. I'm going make it ok. I'm going to make it better. That's my job, right Sam?" Dean held Sam up to make his body face Dean. Dean remember that he had done this before. Years ago, he held his brother after he had been stabbed in the back. Dean sold his soul back then, now he can't. Dean had broken soul that no demon would take. Sam wouldn't want to be back, even after all this.

"Sam?" Dean cried and tears fell down. "Come on, you have to be alright. It's not that bad. You're ok." Dean lied to himself, but tears just fell down. "I can't do this without you. What about john right. You were going to be great dad. You are ok. Sam, please be ok. Somehow, be ok." Dean's grip let go and he held his brother into a death tight hug. He cried into his brother's chest. "Sammy…" Dean whispered knowing there was no way of helping him. Dena let go of his brother, place him down on the ground. Sam lay as if in peaceful sleep. John appeared from the corner.

"DAD?!" John ran over next to Dean. Dean heard the fire department hosing down the house, people in the street gossip with excitement of the event. Dean must have blocked it out somehow.

"I'm sorry, John. I was to slow…both times." Dean said with a croaked in his voice. John looked helplessly up. John just burst into tears and held onto his father's chest. "Dad… please doesn't go. Wake up." John tried to think it wasn't happening but it was. "WAKE UP! …Please!" John begged.

Dean gave his statement to the police, his made up story. He sat next to john. John was wrapped up in a shock blanket and he stared at the ground. People were crowding around curious on what happened, police, fire men and first aid men were walking around doing their job as john sat still.

"You ok?" Dean asked. John looked up at Dean and said softly trying not to cry again, his was cried out.

"…no." Dean wrapped his arm around john and pulled him in.

"me to." Dean said.

"What do I do now? They were the only family I had." John cried into Dean's chest.

Dean thought for a moment as John cried. 'What am I going to do? I can't keep him, I'm a hunter and I can't just turn him into one. I can't drag him around making him change schools and making new friends, if he is lucky enough, like my dad did to me. Should I just drop him off at orphan place and hope someone take him. No, that a worst idea.'

"Can-can I go with you, uncle Dean?" John asked cutting of Dean's thought.

Dean smiled warmly; "it will be tough and this is just a normal day. There is no more normal life where I'm going. Can you handle it?"

John nodded and hugged Dean. "I just don't want to be alone."

Dean hugged him back; "me too."

angel: i wrote this and i wanted to cry and punch my self for doing this