Disclaimer: I wonder if anyone would actually notice if we just stopped tacking these things on...but I don’t think I’m going to try it. Bottom line is, I don’t own anything except the plot.

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Cal and Niko Leandros, and whoever else I feel like putting in.

Setting: Sometime between Hunted and AHBL

Warnings: Temporary character death. Sort of.

Prologue

There were…flames.

They surrounded him, enveloped him, burned him.

He wanted to make them go away, but he couldn’t think.

He couldn’t run, he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t save himself.

He couldn’t do anything, because he was alone and that hadn’t happened in so long.

Then there were hands on him, pulling at him, manipulating him, and voices in his ears yelling at him to come on, get out, it isn’t safe.

He couldn’t find it in himself to disagree or argue or pull away, so he just went along with it and let the people drag him out of the house, feeling numb from the inside out.

Numb and...alone.

Dean.

Author’s Note: Hey, guess what? I’m almost sure where I’m going with this one! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a plan, but I do have the sketchings of one. Isn’t that cool? Review, please!