Dean's eyes opened in a flash at the strong stench of smoke. Sitting upright in bed, he gasped at the sight of the hallway on fire. "Mom! Dad!" He screamed.
"Dean!" Came John's panicked response.
"Daddy!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks now in fear as the fire was drawing nearer to his room.
"It's okay, Dean. We'll get you outta' there. Hold on!"
Hearing another voice, Dean furrowed an eyebrow before realisation of where it was coming from kicked in.
Jumping down from his bed, Dean rushed over to the door that linked between their rooms and opened it.
Sam was wailing in his crib, clearly scared.
Running over, Dean clambered up the wooden side before reaching over and clicking the pegs at the top, like he had seen Mary do. The side of the crib dropped down allowing Dean to crawl into the crib and kneel on the small mattress next to his brother. "Sammy..." He spoke softly, trying to get his little brother to stop crying. Dean put a hand out and gently took his little brother's tiny hand in his. "Hey...It's okay, Sammy."
Sam's eyes flickered to his brother as he stared up at him.
Glancing behind him, Dean saw that the flames had now spread into his room.
Gently wrapping his arms around Sam, Dean lifted him from the crib into his arms, trying to balance him while he picked up the blanket with his other hands. Successfully doing this, Dean wrapped the blanket around his little brother before looking around for a way out. He couldn't go back the way he came because of the flames, the hallway was blocked too. The only route he could see out of the house was out the window.
Walking over, he once again tried to balance Sam as he climbed up on the windowsill and pushed open the window.
Looking down at the drop, Dean began to panic. It was too high to just jump from. Looking around, he noticed the roof of the back porch slightly further down. Getting to it was going to be a struggle, but it was better than attempting to drop down the whole distance.
Carefully climbing out of the window, Dean hugged Sam close to his chest as he shuffled along and grabbed hold of the drainpipe. Slowly beginning to step down using the rungs, Dean soon found himself with a safe enough drop down to the roof of the porch.
Landing, Dean knew the next bit was going to be the hard bit. Hearing the sound of crackling, he looked up to see flames coming out of the window of Sammy's nursery. Looking around, Dean was panicked by the fact that he was still to see his Mom and Dad come out of the house. Were they still inside? The sound of Sammy light sobs alerted Dean to the fact that he had to keep moving and get his little brother out of danger. Walking down to the end of the porch roof, Dean sat down on the edge and took a deep breath.
It was a long drop.
Looking down at his brother, Sam had wriggled out of the blanket slightly, so Dean re-wrapped it around him before gently pressing a kiss to Sam's forehead at the sight of his little brother's watery eyes.
Dean wasn't the only one who was scared.
Taking another deep breath. Then another, Dean pulled Sam closer before allowing them to drop.
The feeling of falling wasn't the most frightening part for Dean. It was the knowledge that the ground was coming for him, and it wasn't slowing down.
Dean swung himself round so that he would hit the ground before his brother, and in a matter of seconds, collided with the ground.
"Gahh!" Dean cried out in pain as he looked down at his arm. He tried to move it but couldn't.
The sound of his brother's pained cry caused Sammy to start crying too.
"Shhh..." Dean began to coo. "It's okay, Sammy." He repeated over and over.
Stumbling to his feet, Dean walked away from the house, looking back at it with tear filled eyes.
Where were their Mom and Dad?
Dean walked until he came to the fence at the far end of the garden. Sitting down, he gently lowered Sam down so that he was lying across him, head resting against his arm. "Please stop crying." He spoke softly, although there were tears trickling down his cheeks too. "It's okay, Sammy."
In truth, Dean didn't even believe his own words. He didn't know if it was going to be okay. He didn't know what was going to happen.
"Your big brother's going to look after you." Dean spoke with a slight smile. Wrapping the blanket around his little brother to keep him warm, Dean then pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'm never going to let anything happen to you."
"They're lying to you." Spoke a voice.
Dean gasped as he bolted upright.