Chapter Four

Writer's note: I know that I've only been writing Sherry's and Dean's POVs so far but you'll get to see a lot more of Sam's POV once the fire has died down (didya see what I did there ;)).

[Dean's POV]

The first thing I thought of when I saw the fire was Mom. I felt all those memories and all the faded images from that night returning and it couldn't have happened at a worse time. I knew that I couldn't think about that day-I had to stay strong dammit and I had to get Sam out of this mess.

Without even thinking about it, I stepped inside and pulled Sam out of the room. It took up all my concentration and energy to do it because he resisted. That stupid, reckless little brother of mine was absolutely itching to go up in flames just like Jess had and that knowledge was what gave me the strength to pull him out. It took me even more time to get him to actually stay there.

"Come on, Sam," I tried to explain it in the best way that I could, "you gotta stop resisting me, man. We both have to get outta here before this place goes up in flames." But Sam just wouldn't stop resisting and as I looked around, I suddenly realised why.

"Sherry," I heard Sam say, as I realised that she wasn't standing outside, where she was supposed to be. Where was that girl dammit! "I gotta go save her Dean. I can't let her die too. I can't let her go up in flames like Jess, like Mom."

What Sam said made me stop looking around and I could feel the emotions bubbling up inside of me. I made Sam look straight into my eyes as I said to him, "No one else is dying tonight, alright. I'm bringing her back, ya hear me Sammy. I ain't letting nothing happen to her."

I quickly turned around to look through the flames and barely managed to see Sherry. I could roughly make out her outline against the thick smoke and fog, and took in a huge breath of fresh air before going inside the room again. I heard Sam telling me to be safe and almost snorted since he'd sent me out to rescue Sherry in the first place.

As I tackled all the flames, managing to get minor burns in the process, I wondered what Sherry was doing so far inside the room anyway. Was she trying to get herself killed? Because I wasn't just about to let my ass get all warm and toasty over nothing.

But as I reached towards her, all those thoughts went to the back of my mind. This girl was scared as hell, I could see the fear clearly etched into her dark brown eyes, and I had the feeling that it wasn't just the flames that she was trying to protect herself from.

I grabbed her wrist and got us both out of the room before the flames destroyed it completely. I was surprised that she didn't put up any resistance and was willing to co-operate. In fact as soon as I helped her up, her legs seemed to start working and she followed me out of the room with her eyes closed. Literally.

I let go of her once I left the room and concentrated on getting my brother out of the house in one piece. Thankfully, Sherry seemed to get the point and she opened her eyes just to throw another look towards the room as if someone was waiting inside for her.

I sighed knowing that I'd now have to concentrate on getting them both out of the house because Sherry's legs seemed to be working just fine but it looked like her brain was still figuring out what to do. So I put my left hand around Sam and held Sherry's arm in my right hand and managed to get us all out of the house before it exploded.

[Sherry's POV]

As Dean pulled me away from the house I turned around to look back at the house, to look back at Sam's room and saw that he was still there. He was looking out of the window, straight at me and his yellow eyes never seemed to leave mine.

Worse even was the fact that my eyes didn't seem to want to look away from his. So it was quite a wakeup call for me when the house suddenly exploded and we were all thrown to the ground by the impact.

"Here you go," Dean said as he approached us with two shawls, and offered one to Sam and another one to me. The police had just recorded Dean's statement and he had persuaded them to not take Sam's statement or mine.

I noticed the burns on Dean's hands when he stretched his hand a little bit to give me my shawl and I knew that those burns were the result of him trying to save me.

"Thanks," I said my voice barely a whisper, "for…everything." Dean just shrugged, not thinking much of it, but I continued.

"No, I mean it. Thanks for saving me, Dean," I said and shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't pulled me out of that fire in time.

"Well, if you hadn't gone into the room and had just stood outside it like you were supposed to, then you wouldn't need to be saved would you?" Dean's voice suddenly turned angry.

I shook my head as I looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and my vision blurring. I quickly blinked back the tears and brought my emotions back into control because I never cried-especially not in front of other people.

"Well you should be," Dean said with a slight hint of the anger still left in him and I didn't blame him. It was my fault that Dean had gotten all those burns. I had put his life and mine at risk by doing something so stupid.

"Dean…" I saw Sam giving Dean a warning look, probably to tell him that he was taking it a bit too far.

"No Sam, he's right. It was my fault that I went inside the room. I should have used my brain and waited for you guys outside. I was stupid and reckless and I almost got Dean killed and for that, Dean, I'm really sorry," I felt my voice break at the end. But walked away before either of them had the chance to say anything else.

I quickly went over to the police who were trying to retrieve all the objects that hadn't burned in the house fire and decided to ask them if they had happened to see a garnet ring by any chance. I had left it right there on the ground where I had found it when I had raced into the house, but I couldn't find it there anymore.

Sure enough, one of the police officers had found it and had decided to ask us about it later but since I had mentioned it, he had handed it over to me immediately. The only other object that they were able to retrieve was Sam's laptop and for that I was thankful. Sam had quite an attachment to his laptop. It was like Dean's attachment to his Impala but on a smaller scale.

I kept looking at the house which was now reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble and I kept expecting to see that yellow eyed creature. I knew that I would have to tell Sam and Dean about what I had seen eventually but now was not the right time for it. The last thing I needed was for it to turn out to be just some minor hallucination and get Sam's hopes up for nothing.

Of course I was sure that what I had seen in the room had been real, it hadn't been a hallucination, but I needed some hard proof and some solid research before I could tell them exactly what it was that I had seen. I owed them both at least that much.

Writer's note: This chapter turned out to be quite big didn't it. Take it as a gift from me.