((If anyone ever wants to comment or anything else, feel free to message me! )) Part 1 - End of S1E1 "Pilot" The shaggy haired younger Winchester closed the passenger door of his big brother's prized 1967 Chevrolet Impala, "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Dean Winchester shrugged, "Yeah, alright." And Sam, smiled, patting the door twice, as his way of saying "Goodbye" to his older brother. Dean revved the engine, then turned to look out at his baby brother, who was walking away. "Sam, you know we made a Hell of a team back there." Sam smiled sadly, and nodded, "Yeah." Knowing that was as good as it was going to get to a touching goodbye, Dean drove off, leaving his brother at the front of his apartment complex, looking for a fiery red Mustang, that he knew would probably be waiting around the corner. As soon as he saw it, a smirk appeared across his face, and he shut off his car and went to go see the occupant of the Mustang. "Ya know, being this predictable for a hunter could be a death sentence..." He leaned against the passenger door, before the occupant opened it for him. "And being a dick will get you nowhere." The driver said, and flipped her long, dark brown hair out of her face. "I'm glad he chose to come back. But I'm assuming not without you badgering him to go with you. I told you, he wants this. He doesn't want our life. He's gotten out, let him stay out." "Em, you know it's not that easy. Dad's missing, he's the only other family I got. And it's not like I could take you off of your job." "Doesn't mean you can go and mess up everything for him. He's got a life here. A girlfriend. Grad school options. I.. saw him looking at engagement rings.... Dean... He wants this. More than anything." Emily Brooks, the young, female driver, said. Just then, the female's dark brown eyes traveled to the younger Winchester's apartment. "Fire." Her eyes went wide. She and Dean rushed out of the car running up the stairs to Sam and Jessica's apartment. They heard Sam cry out for his lover, as Dean kicked in the door. "SAM!?!" Dean shouted, trying to figure out where his brother was. Emily pushed past him."Bedroom!" She shouted to Dean. "NO! JESS!" Sam was shielding his face from the fire, and the sight of his girlfriend burning on the ceiling. "NO! NO!" Emily and Dean ran in, and grabbed Sam from the bed. "NO! NO!" "We've gotta get out of here!" "JESS! JESS! NO!" Sam pushed back against the two people pulling him out. They finally managed to push him out, just before the room exploded into flames. Sam was in full panic mode. The moment he realized Emily was there, his face turned from panic, to anger. "Who the Hell are you? Did you do this?" "Sam..." Dean was on the other side of Sam. Sam wasn't listening. The younger Winchester grabbed the girl by her shoulders, taking Emily a bit by surprise. He didn't recognize her? That kind of stung. "Answer me!" "Sam!" Dean grabbed Sam, and puled him away from her. "You really don't recognize me... Do you?" She was brushing off her leather jacket, checking the damage he did. Sam looked befuddled, then it hit him. His long time childhood friend, a girl he thought was killed almost ten years ago, was standing there in front of him. "You're dead." "Yeeeeah, no." "What are you doing here?" "Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you... It's all one long story." "Well?" "You'll hear it sooner or later." Sam wrapped his arms around his shorter, female friend. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Nothing was going to be the same now. Not ever. They needed to find their dad. Sam was as bullheaded as his father, and wouldn't stop until he found the thing that killed his girlfriend, and his mother. He knew his father must be closing in on the thing that did it. Maybe that's why Jess was killed? "I'm so sorry, Sam." The female brunette murmured, and reciprocated his hug. She'd been keeping an eye on him for four years, and could never tell him she was alive. If she did, that could have distracted from his normal life. He didn't need that. But now? There was no going back. They heard firetrucks roaring, coming to put out the apartment fire. Emily stood by Sam's side, as Dean decided to go off and make sure everything and everyone else was ok. Emily didn't need to talk, she knew Sam probably didn't want to talk or listen to anything she, or anyone else, had to say right about now. After a few minutes of silence between the two of them, as the fire department was taking care of the fire and Sam was checking the inventory of their arsenal, Sam asked, "Are you coming with us?" He looked down at Emily. "Do you want me to?" "Yeah, definitely." He knew it would be better than her going off on her own, or having him stuck alone with Dean. He'd just gotten her back and he wasn't about to lose another woman in his life. Dean drifted over to them as the fire was dying. Sam cocked a shotgun, and felt another tear fall down his face. Emily could feel the pain radiating from him, and couldn't help but feel pained herself. "We've got work to do." He said, and dropped the gun into the Impala's trunk, and slammed it shut.