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Grace of the Hunter Nightmare

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Sam sat cross-legged on the floor, head against the wall and eyes to the ceiling. The books that littered his lap bore no fruit. There was absolutely nothing that he could find to help Dean. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed at his weary eyes. He had no idea how late it was but his body could feel it. The young hunter's lower back ached fiercely and he shoulders felt tight. It was time for bed.

The young Winchester rose to his feet, stretching with a large yawn. He began to make his way down the hall. He paused in his step in front of the angel room. Sam pushed the door open silently. just enough to see Dean.

Dean was on his knees, sitting close the edge of fire that surrounded him. The older brother's fingers were dancing in the flames, slowly burning his fingers but not removing them until the skin began to blister. Dean chuckled just loud enough for Sam to hear and the younger brother stepped back, letting the door shut silently.

Sam continued to shuffle down the hallway and into his room. The mattress and blankets welcomed him lovingly and he cocooned himself like a warm burrito. Sam blinked his eyes a few times, each one slower and slower.

His eyes blinked and he was running through a burning building. The sight caught him off guard and he threw himself into a wall. Sam began to cough and took a quick glance around him. He was in some sort of office building, cubicles filled the room. Sam stood again and maneuvered as quickly as he could to a window. He looked at the ground below him...30...no, 40 feet? Way too high for him to jump.

He took the only next option, the stairs. He hopped down them three at a time, which was simple with his long legs, and broke his way through piles of burning debris. He was halfway down when a large piece of the roof came down and blocked the staircase. Sam jumped back, avoiding the falling debris but burning his hand by grabbing the railing. Sam took a moment, the pain in his hand was enough to knock him back onto the stairs. He quickly recovered and tried to go back up. He made it up two flights before more chunks of the burning building fell and blocked his way.

Sam began to panic. There was no way of jumping down without screwing himself and no where else he could go. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He gripped the burning railing and flipped himself over it.  Sam could hear the crack before he felt it. Immediately he grabbed his leg, feeling the bone that exposed itself to the hot, dry air. He couldn't help but scream. Tears stung his eyes and he circled the floor franticly.

"Dean!!" He found himself shouting, gripping his leg and huffing from the heat. "Dean help me!"

A brush of air hit his face and he could see a winged figure flying above him through the flames. Sam smiled and raised his arms, ready to be taken out of here. He arm lowered and his eyes squinted as he noticed that the figure came closer, but the wings stayed high above him. Sam looked in horror as he saw the falling body turn into Dean. Then Dean fell,smiling, down the entire length of the building and land with a hard smack in front of Sam.

"Dean?" Sam crawled his way over to him. He looked back up and the wings grew closer.

They were large and black, the feathers  absorbing the flames that touched them. The aura surrounding the being was dark, almost empty. It was such an unfamiliarity that Sam barley recognized the angel. Castiel dropped down, landing between Dean and Sam.

"Sam," The angel spoke, his voice was cold and unnerving, "you have disappointed me."

Sam woke up with a sharp yelp. He patted himself down, checking he was still there, he even lifted the covers and checked his leg. The dream was horrible and left Sam in a drenched sweat. He pulled the covers off of himself and made his way back down the hall to check on Dean.

He pushed the door open quietly and his breathing stopped. There was no fire. The holy fire had been put out and Dean was gone. Sam slammed the door shut and grabbed the keys to the Impala. The time to move is now and Sam needed help to find a plan.
CHAPTER ELEVEN Sam's attempts to save Dean might be futile. Sorry its short, I'm having trouble finding out whats next
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