AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the slight delay. I had a real bad sinus headache and such...blegh. I love winter, but hate it because it screws with me. One of those love/hate relationships. Lol. Anyways, I still can't answer reviews as FF says they don't exist here. I got them via email, and I loved them! Ellie darling, I got part of your request, you might have to send it to me as a PM. However I love it so far! But so far it's too cute to be just a prompt, so I'll make it into a full length fic or it's own one-shot. But send the full info again as a PM, because I only got part of it. Anyways, let's get going!

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K-KILL IT WITH FIRE! (season 5: AU!)

Sam had been having trouble gaining Dean's trust back since they met back up. He also noticed the tight reign that Dean kept him on. But he deserved it after what he had done. Hell, he deserved to be smote by Castiel after what he had done. But Castiel didn't see him as a threat anymore, but as a friend. He was grateful for that, and valued the angel as well, but he really deserved to die. He didn't belong in his family anymore. He was just the lame outcast they dragged along.

Sam sighed and then shook his head. He needed to keep his head in the game. He and Dean were on a hunt. Some kind of being that creates a hallucination of your greatest fear. Sam hoped this was a quick and easy hunt. His head was else where and he didn't want Dean to get hurt.

They split up in the old victorian style manor, well, Sam took the manor while Dean took the guest house in the back yard. Sam blinked at the room he was in, the study he thinks, changes.

"Just my luck." Sam swore. He was hoping the bad guys would leave him alone this time.

The whole room changed and Sam wanted to cry and scream. The scene was of him being murdered brutally by Dean. He did cry though. Watching as his beloved big brother tore him apart. He could't take it. Without knowing it, he took a bottle of old whiskey and poured it all around the room, and took his lighter and tossed it.

"I'd rather burn than die by the hands of my brother." Sam whispered sadly.

Soon the fire engulfed the room and Sam blacked out.

When he woke up he felt a bed underneath him, a warm blanket over him, bandages covering his limbs, and something covering his face. He heard voices whispering. He opened his eyes and saw he was in a motel room, the thing on his face was an oxygen mask and the sound of the machine they swiped from the hospital when Sam had pneumonia before he died in Cold Oaks.

"Sammy? You awake?" Dean asked.

"De'n...wha-?" Sam rasped under the mask.

"Hold on." Dean said softly. He helped Sam drink some water, and put the oxygen mask back on. "Sammy what happened? I went to check out the guest house and I come out, and the main house is on fucking fire! What happened?"

"M'sorry." Sam slurred with a tear slipping out. He was scared.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay Sammy. It's alright. You just scared the shit out of me." Dean said.

Sam tiredly told Dean what had happened. Dean had been so scared when he saw the main house on fire. He sent Castiel in after Sam, and came out with an unconscious bloody Sam. Dean panicked and they rushed back to the motel since the nearest hospital was at least 60 miles out. So they patched him up as good as they could. But Dean was horrified to hear Sam's side.

"Sammy, I might be pissed, but I could never hate you or kill you. No matter what, you're still my baby." Dean said soothingly.

Sam nodded as he leaned into Dean's touch and snuggled into the blankets. He hated the mask on his face, but he needed it at least for a day or two.

"Alright, since we're done with the chick flicks, time for bed kiddo." Dean said.

"N't tired." Sam whispered his eyes drooping shut.

"Sure you're not." Dean smiled.

"I think we all learned a lesson today." Castiel said. "When facing an enemy-"

"Kill it with fire." Sam slurred.

Dean barked a laugh and Castiel smiled. Their Sam was going to be okay.

Aw! Remember y'all. Kill it with fire. XD

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