#21 Demon's solider.

Dean gripped his fathers arm, fear pumped through his veins; it was her. She was standing less than a foot away from him, in the blazing hallway.

"Please tell me you see her too." Dean whispered

"I do son, but she not real Dean!"

"Not real? Johnny boy, I expected more from you." The voice cut through the air like a knife and a shadow with blazing yellow eyes stepped in to the light. 

The demon.

"You! You did this to him?!" John screeched through gritted teeth," Bastard!"

"Why have one, when you can have two." The demon sneered," I must say, I did expect you to get it a little faster; I guess I expected too much. But I can control you're son's, John, especially Dean here. Boy, is it worth it."

"You son of a bitch!" John snapped.

Dean couldn't move, he was terrified.

"And that sweet, sweet little Sarah girl, trying to help you. That just wouldn't do. That's why she was my muse  for you destruction, Dean."

"Dean ignore him! We have to get out of here!"

The smoke was thickening and John knew Sam was outside worried sick.

"Those other two kids that killed themselves, their my handy work too."

"Why?" Dean whispered.

"Oh! Well you where all so strong and determined to keep your younger siblings from joining me and my army, but you see what I did was make you all belong to me, one big happy family. Which is more than I can say for you Winchesters."

He laughed, high and shrill. It was sickening. John took hold of Deans arm.

"Dean! Come on!"

Dean remained rooted to the spot. He was staring into the face of the sandman, with her gorgeous eyes; yellow and miss-leading.

"Son—"

The charred floor beneath them give way, they fell to the bottom floor, crushed by wood and bits of ceiling.

 Dean sat up painfully; he shook the bits off himself and turned to get his father. He wasn't moving.

"Dad?"

His body ached but he knew he had to get them out of there. Standing up he took hold of his fathers arm and hosted it over his shoulder, placing the other hand around his father's waist for support. Slowly he moved towards the door, every step he took ached like hell but he kept going. Dean could barely breathe and he could feel his strength crumbling, but with in moments he had reached the door, and instinct took over. He kicked it. Before collapsing on the front step, his father beside him.

Sam rushed to his brother's side.

"Dean!Are you okay? Is Dad okay?!"

Dean couldn't reply, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He was dizzy too. But some how, through the lack of air and movement, he felt better than he had ever done in a long time. He felt new and free, he felt like himself.

Somehow a smile spread across his blackened face.

"I'm home." He wheezed.

Tears ran from his eyes. He couldn't stop them, he didn't even think he wanted to.

"Dean? What?" Sam asked.

"I'm me again, Sammy. I'm home!"