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Dean kicked down the door. Jessica hesitated. Fire seemed to leap from the bed. It's just like Rachel, she thought to herself. She shook her head to clear it and followed Dean in. Sarah screamed as fire licked at at her skin.

"Sammy!" Dean cried. He grabbed Sam whose hand was clutched around his lighter. Then, the three of them ran out of the room. Sam groaned slightly. His girlfriend lifted up his shirt to see a burn mark.

"I can't believe you!" Jessica cried.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Sam defended.

"You set yourself on fire!" Jessica reminded."Well---" Sam began.

"Dude! Missouri's right! You are two kinds of crazy!" Dean interrupted.

"Well, roastin' 'em are the only way to kill 'em," Sam defended himself. Dean blew out an annoyed breath.

"Come on. Let's just go before the cops come," he stated. The trio walked back to the Impala. Dean opened the door. "Sammy, get antibiotics on that burn," he ordered.

"Yes, Dad," his brother teased. Dean just glared. The younger brother unlocked the trunk, got the antibiotics, and chained his motorcycle to the back of the Impala.

"Are you going to need some help?" Jessica questioned.

"No, I'll be all right," Sam responded. "Just go sit in the front," he continued.

"Don't listen to him. He's gonna need someone to hold up the shirt," Dean stated. Sammy glared and Dean just chuckled suggestively. Jessica shook her head and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. They got into the car and Jessica unscrewed the peroxide as Dean started the car.

"Okay, let me see," she said. Sam hesitated. "Oh, please. It's not like you never walked around campus in just your jeans," she reminded him.

"Sammy," Dean said approvingly.

"It was hot," Sam defended himself.

"Yeah, I bet," Dean teased.

"Oh, just keep driving, jerk," Sam snapped.

"Creep," Dean shot back.

"Boys," Jessica said in mock warning. The brothers fell silent and Sam lifted up his shirt so that Jessica could see the damage. She winced.

"Oooh, that's ugly," she said. She began to pour out the liquid. Sam grunted when he felt the stinging sensation.

"Sorry," Jessica apologized.

"Hey, Jess. Hand me a tape, would you?" Dean queried.

"Oh, that's just what we need: the best hits of mullet rock," Sam groaned.

"This comin' from the kid who can sing along with half of my tapes," Dean teased. After finishing with the administration, Jessica turned to find a box of cassette tapes on the floor. She perused the titles of the cassettes: AC\DC, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Blue Oyster Cult, Led Zeppelin, the list went on and on. Making a decision, Jessica picked out a tape and handed it to her boyfriend's brother, who stuck in the player. Instantly, Immigrant Song was heard. Sam and Jessica buckled themselves in. Sam closed his eyes and let the music wash over him.


In this series, Sam and Dean have known Missouri Mosely all their lives.


Next time on Trackers: in Jollet, Chicago kids are disappearing from their rooms. And the only survivor of an attempted attack claims that a monster came out from underneath her bed. The story brings back bad memories for Sam who witnessed a friend's death at the thing's hands. Can he overcome his fear in time? Find out next time on: Trackers.