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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE- LAKE OF FIRE

"Hey, don't forget the extra onions this time, huh?"

Dean's voice intruded on my sleep, and I groaned.

Sam sighed.

"Dude, I'm the one whose gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions."

Dean grinned, and Sam rolled his eyes, getting out of the car.

"Hey, see if they've got any pie."

Sam banged the door shut.

"Bring me some pie! I love me some pie!"

I moaned, stubbornly keeping my eyes shut, even though I knew I was awake.

"Bambi? You want anything?"

"Yeah," I mumbled into Cas' shoulder. "Sleep. That's what I want."

I froze as I registered the thought.

Cas looked down at me, almost amused.

"Go back to sleep, Odette."

My cheeks flamed with color, and I hid my face in his trenchcoat.

My eyes flew open as Dean's radio crackled with static.

He fiddled with it, but it turned off completely.

Castiel's eyes were suddenly blank and hooded.

"Out of the car, both of you."

We did as we were told.

The inside of the café was empty.

We ran into the café, calling out for Sam.

One customer was dead; face down in a puddle of blood.

"Sam?"

"Sam!" My head whipped around, searching for him.

Dean flipped out his gun, pushing me behind him.

Castiel took up the rear, and I was wedged in between them.

The employees were all dead, the blood congealing around their slit throats.

Castiel surveyed the room levelly.

Dean kicked open the back door, sweeping the area outside.

"Sam?"

"Sam!"

I had a bad feeling about this.

"Look."

Castiel strode forward to the door, swiping a finger across it.

We stared at him disbelievingly.

It was sulfur.

~Supernatural~

We pored over a map, and Bobby eyed Cas with poorly disguised suspicion.

I resisted the urge to pull Cas away from him.

"This is it," Bobby stabbed a finger on it.

"All demonic signs and omens over the past month."

"Are you joking?" Dean spat.

"There's nothing here."

"Exactly," Bobby pointed out.

"Well, come on, there's gotta be something," Dean urged.

"What about the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing."

"That's what I'm telling you," Bobby said, exasperated.

"There's nothing. It's completely quiet."

Dean rounded on Castiel.

"Why can't you find him?"

Castiel's eyes tightened.

"I've told you before. Whatever's taken Sam is blocking my power. I can't locate him."

"Great," Dean snarled. "What, do we just close our eyes and point?"

Dean's phone rang, and he snatched it up.

"Ash, what do you got?"

"Okay, listen," Ash's voice crackled on the other end of the line.

"It's a big negatory on Sam."

"Oh, come on, man!" Dean yelled.

"You've gotta give us something. We're looking at a three thousand mile haystack here!"

"Listen, Dean," Ash spoke rapidly. "I did find something."

"Well, what?" Dean demanded.

"I can't talk over this line, Dean."

"Come on, I don't have time for this!" Dean exploded.

"Make time, okay?" Ash insisted. "Because this—not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is… it's huge. So get here. Now."

Ash hung up.

Dean looked at us.

"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse."

~Supernatural~

We turned the corner to the Roadhouse.

My mouth fell open.

The entire building had burnt to the ground.

"What the hell?"

We got out of the car, walking among the debris.

Every single part of it had been destroyed.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked sharply.

"No," Bobby shook his head. "No Ash, either."

Something caught my eye, and I bent down.

"Dean," My voice trembled.

He looked over to where I was standing, seeing Ash's watch on the pile of rubble.

Cas pulled on it, and I hid my face in Dean's chest.

It was still attached to Ash's burnt corpse.

Dean put a hand on my head.

"Oh, Ash, damn it!"

~Supernatural~

I glanced at Dean and Bobby, who were arguing quietly on the side of the highway.

How would we find Sam?

I couldn't think of any way…. except…..

No.

The visions terrified me, and they were agonizing, but if it would help Sam….

I looked over at Cas for help.

Can I do it?

He nodded once.

I gulped, moving towards Dean and Bobby.

I swallowed nervously, my throat had gone dry.

"I can…"

They ignored me.

I spoke loudly.

"I can find Sam!"

They froze.

Dean was at my side in an instant.

"How?"

"My visions," I stammered. "I think it could work."

"All right," Dean's eyes flashed. "Try it."

I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to unlock it, trying to think of Sam, Sam who needed me, who'd saved my life so many times…

The pain was so sudden; I would have fallen to my knees if not for Dean and Cas catching hold of my arms.

A bell tolls loudly, engraved with an oak tree.

It signals death.

I groaned, doubling over in pain.

Cas and Dean held me up.

Sam walks through the town.

The knife he holds is bloody.

The sign on the town is old and aged.

I gasped, eyes flipping open.

I fell against the car, chest heaving.

"What?" Dean stared at me. "What did you see?"

"I know where Sam is," I panted.

"Cold Oak, South Dakota."

~Supernatural~

We pulled up near the edge of the woods.

I stepped out warily, staying close to Cas.

Something was very, very wrong here.

"Looks like the rest of the way's on foot," Bobby shrugged.

We opened the trunk, grabbing our weapons.

I clutched my gun tightly.

"Let's go."

We ran down the street, and my pulse quickened.

Something was wrong.

And suddenly, we could see Sam.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

Sam looked up from the fallen man on the ground.

"Dean! Odette!"

And then I knew what was going to happen before it did.

The man on the ground reared up, grabbing a knife on the sandy road.

"Sam! Look out!"

Our warning came too late.

The knife went straight through Sam's back.

"NO!" I didn't know if it was Dean or I screaming.

He twisted the knife in; creating a massive wound, and sped away.

Sam fell to his knees.

Bobby chased after him, and we slid to the ground in front of Sam.

Dean grabbed at Sam's jacket, trying to keep him conscious.

"Sam!"

Sam fell forward on Dean's shoulder.

"No!"

I locked my arms around him, clutching his back.

My hand came away slick with blood.

"Hey, look at me," Dean said, faltering.

"It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You're gonna be good as new. I've got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain in the ass little brother? Sam? Sam! Sammy!"

No response.

I shook violently, cradling his head in my arms.

"Come on, Sam," My lips quivered, tears falling onto Sam's head.

"I've already lost one brother. Don't make me lose you too."

Sam's eyes slid shut, and his body slumped forward onto us.

Dean grabbed Cas' sleeve.

"Heal him! Please!"

Cas slid down, pressing a hand against Sam's forehead.

Nothing happened.

"I'm sorry," Castiel's voice was filled with regret. "He's gone."

"NO!"

Cas trailed a hand across Sam's face, almost like a farewell.

"NO!" We shouted.

The tears were streaming down my face and Dean's.

We held Sam in our arms as he died.

"SAM!"