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The Schism of Fire and Water 5

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Dean hesitated after closing the door of the motel behind him, reluctant to leave the room behind after spending so long there.

Sam poked his head out of Dean's chest pocket. They'd decided it was safer to have him out of sight while at the motel his family lived in. Anyone seeing Sam might be curious enough to search for others like him, putting everyone at ris. Both brothers refused to take that chance, unwilling to put people in danger for the sake of convenience. And so Sam was out of sight.

"What's the matter?" Sam called up to Dean, faint concern tinting his voice.

"Nothin,' just..." Dean frowned to himself before he decided what was missing. He placed the DO NOT DISTURB sign back on the door handle, nodding in satisfaction. "There. Now they won't be disturbed for at least another five days, with any luck." That was how long the room had until the days Dean had paid for ran out. The case had them leaving early, but that money would be put to good use if it kept Sam's family safe a little longer.

He swung around, swift strides taking him to the Impala.

Sam settled back down out of sight. "You're worried about them, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm worried about them," Dean said. "I hate the thought of what's already happened to them. They've gone through so much because of humans. Not even monsters like our usual gigs - humans, Sam, humans!" He shook his head angrily. "At least monsters and demons, I get. They do what they do and they're evil sons of bitches that need to be put down. But humans, man. There's no reason for what happened to Bree, Christian and Mikael, none at all past greed. Not to mention what they did to you while you were there."

Arriving at the car, Dean tossed the duffel in the backseat before settling with Sam in the front. While Dean turned the Impala on, Sam took it upon himself to climb out of the pocket to Dean's shoulder so they could talk easier. So far, his healing arm hadn't given him any problems when he'd tried to use it and he might even be up to scaling the heights with his fishing line once again. Sam found himself eager to find out.

Sam leaned an arm against Dean's neck. "Dean, they'll be fine. Walt's there, and no one is better at staying undetected, trust me. Where do you think I learned it all in the first place?"

With a sigh, Dean turned his attention to the car. "Yeah, I guess. It just doesn't feel right, leavin' them behind like that, especially as vulnerable as they can be."

"Don't forget, you left them your card. That's a huge plus, being able to actually call a human for help and be able to count on him showing up. Dean, you have no idea sometimes what an alien thought it is to have a human willing to help out. It even took me time to get used to the thought with you at first, and I was a human before, not to mention you're my brother."

Dean reached up, giving Sam's shoulder a light, gentle nudge. Past a slight jump of surprise, Sam managed to not react. Dean was glad to see Sam getting less skittish around him again. After all his work over the months of being with Sam, he'd been afraid it had been undone by the harsh actions and words of those disgusting people that had captured his little brother. If he needed to start from the beginning again, he would, but he just hated that it was being forced on them by an awful act he'd had nothing to do with. Sam... if only I'd been able to find you sooner, get you and the others out of that terrible place... I'll do anything to earn your trust back. "Sam, you're still a human, no matter your size. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they'll have me to answer to, and I'll make them regret it, no matter who they are."

Sam settled down, relaxing against Dean's neck with his hands over his head. "I'm counting on that, y'know."

Dean smirked as he pulled into the road, heading towards their next case. "I know it."



An hour into the long drive, Dean decided it was time to bring up an idea he'd had recently. "Sam?"

There was a slight shifting on his shoulder. Sam had been relaxing with his brand new journal, unable to resist filling in the first few pages with the events of the last few months. Sketches of the anti-possession symbol on his ring peppered the margins. "What's up?" he inquired curiously.

"Well, I was trying to think of ways for us to prepare for anything happening with you. For when I'm not around, of course."

Sam was quiet for a long moment. Then, "What did you have in mind?"

Dean grinned, glad Sam hadn't shot him down. He'd been worried Sam would take it the wrong way, or even get offended if he thought Dean didn't consider him able to take care of himself. "For one thing, some basic lessons in self-defense. I know we aren't that worried about you getting attacked by someone your size, but if there's something I've learned the last few months, it's that danger can come from anywhere. I mean, I finished a case where humans were hunting humans for sport, and you got caught and almost sold off as a pet by a different set of humans!"

"You've got a good point there," Sam admitted, "but how are you planning on teaching me anything like that? I can't exactly spar with you one on one."

"True," Dean conceded, "but I have a plan. We'll give it a try one night when we have a room with some space." Even though Sam was out of sight of his face, Dean couldn't help arching his eyebrows. "That way, I don't bump into any furniture when I demonstrate."

Sam snickered at the thought. "What, you didn't want any new bruises or scars from practice?"

"No thanks, pint-size. I'll stick to just the monster-inflicted damage." Dean sat back a little, peeking over at his GPS for directions. The world outside was sparsely scattered with trees, not another car in sight for miles. He edged the Impala up closer to 80 MPH, trying to kill some distance without worrying about being pulled over.

Sam continued to mull over Dean's idea. "Do you think I should start up a workout routine like you do in the morning?"

"Definitely, if you're up to it. I can even show you some good stretches to start out with if you like."

Sam nodded to himself, building on the idea. He wanted to do everything he could to get an edge in the world, and this would certainly be a starting point. "I can jog in the morning, too. I've never really been anywhere that's safe enough, or large enough, to risk running, but with you around in a room, I'm sure that wouldn't be a problem."

"Definitely," Dean agreed. "You want to run, help yourself. Just... make sure if you're running across any pathways, that I know you're there, alright?" He reached up, tousling Sam's hair gently. "I need my little brother in one piece, and not squashed."

Sam batted his finger away. "I'd never forget that, jerk. What do you take me for?"

"Hmmm... I'd have to say, my four-inch-tall brother," Dean said warmly.

Sam rolled his eyes before leaning back and closing his eyes for a bit. "Ass."



It was about five in the afternoon when they at last pulled up to the only house left standing on the side of town that had been hit by the disasters.

Upon arriving in town, Dean had posed as a reporter for the Weekly World News, after stopping at a Kinkos on the way to make himself a fake ID for the role. Sam had been fascinated to learn how it was done, having grown up watching their father do the same thing all the time. Dean had patiently walked Sam through each step, even answering his younger brother's steady stream of questions the entire time. No matter that Sam was too small for these skills to be useful, he wanted to know everything there was to know about being a hunter, and Dean enjoyed teaching him.

Once it was all done, Dean had held it up for comparison against the ID he'd lifted off a reporter a few weeks back, making sure it matched perfectly. Sam had given it his seal of approval after taking a much closer look than Dean was able to due to his size, far better equipped to spot any discrepancies. His eyes were keen enough to spot differences in the font that were invisible to humans.

Once that was done, they popped in at the local news station. Dean casually swaggered his way right on in, hitting up any of the women he could for news with his easygoing way of talking drawing them into discussions despite themselves. Sam hid a grin inside Dean's side pocket, amused by how easy Dean made it seem. Even the men answered his questions, biting down their suspicions at his confidence.

From them they'd learned about how one house still stood on its own across town. Surrounded by devastation, it was in pristine condition. Not even the debris from the tornado had damaged the trees planted around the perimeter, and it was like the earthquake had never even hit. For some strange reason, it was unblemished.

Deciding that was their best lead, Sam and Dean had chosen it for their next destination.

The residents of the house had vacated along with their neighbors during the evacuation that the town had held. No one wanted to tempt fate anymore than had already been done. Amazingly, so far there had been very few casualties. A few broken bones, some scratched knees, along with an accident when cars had been trying to 'outrun' the tornado, and hadn't seen the tree leap in front of the fender of the car.

Dean gave the house a discerning glance. "Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this house had the luck of the devil."

Sam leaned forward, trying to peer around Dean's neck. He was sitting on Dean's right shoulder, away from the window, putting Dean right in his way. His eyes went wide when he saw what Dean was talking about.

Green grass rustled in the gentle evening breeze, unblemished by the destruction in the surrounding areas. Whereas the other houses in the area had been reduced to rubble or had collapsed walls and floors, this house stood tall, not even one window shattered.

"What do you think could do that?" Sam asked curiously. "I've never read of anything in Dad's journal like this."

Dean made a face, considering. "Not sure," he admitted. "We're going to need a lot more information on this one." He checked the clock in the car. "Luckily, we still have at least two hours until the 'disaster of the week' hits, and I plan on not being near this area by then." He climbed out, slamming the door behind him. "This is the best lead we got."

The house was locked. Sam remained perched on Dean's shoulder while the hunter dug out his lockpick, settling to try and break in. He kept a sharp eye out, relying on that sixth sense he'd come to recognize as being caused by humans that could see him. If Sam was right about that sense, it didn't matter whether he could see them or not. He'd felt John's eyes without even knowing the man was in the motel room, waiting for them.

"Ah-ha!" Dean said triumphantly, the door clicking open. A low squeak came from the door as he pushed it the rest of the way open, the hinges badly in need of WD-40.

Sam gripped tight to Dean's collar as he looked around. "Nice place," he noted.

From the entryway alone, there was a sense of order to everything in the home. Beautiful red roses were in a vase to the side of the door, filling the air with a fragrance before they gave in to the depredations of time and abandonment. The floor was pristine with a welcome mat under Dean's boots that said The Neighbors Have Better Stuff. Dean smirked at that.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked as Dean went through the living room.

Dean considered. "You up to checking around?" he asked, to Sam's surprise.

Sam gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I thought you'd want to keep me close so you could watch me."

"Sure, if you want, but you've got a bit of an advantage over me when it comes to checking out nooks and crannies." Dean held up a hand with a smirk, making fun of the way they both knew he couldn't even fit that into the tunnels Sam had lived in, then went on. "There isn't a soul left on this side of town, so it's as good a time as any for you to get back into the swing of hunting again."

Sam grinned at that. "It's not my fault your big hands get in the way," he snarked gamely. "If you want, I could check things out on the ground floor while you go around and scope out upstairs."

"Sounds like we've got a plan," Dean said as he lowered Sam down next to his feet. "I'll only be upstairs for a bit, you keep out of trouble, alright?"

Sam took off the moment he could without glancing back at the giant hunter. He waved Dean off over his shoulder. "You're the one that needs to stay out of trouble and we both know it!"

Dean smirked at that, then bobbed his head in agreement. "Mabye."

Sam heard (and felt) Dean's footsteps move away, then pound up the flight of stairs. An abandoned glass on the coffee table nearby rattled from the force. It's not just me, Sam thought to himself triumphantly, then focused on his job.

He took his time checking under and around the furniture in the living room, paying close attention to any hidden corners. Dean would hit the room again after he was done and check anywhere obvious, so Sam needed to focus his efforts. It felt good to be able to do this without Dean hovering over him. Knowing that he had Dean's support to do things on his own gave him a surge of confidence. Dean trusted him to do this job on his own.



Dean grumbled to himself as he tossed some spare suits out of the closet in the master bedroom. Truthfully, he didn't know what they were looking for, so he settled for searching through everything. Messily. With Sam downstairs he didn't have to worry about throwing clothes on the little guy and not noticing.

If only he knew what was going on, he wouldn't have to waste their time digging through someone's house like this. But, two natural disasters, spaced an unnatural time apart and neither hitting one specific house? He'd never heard of anything like it.

Maybe they were going about it the wrong way. If hexbags could be created that protected a person, there was a chance someone could make a hexbag that could protect a house, right? It had to be a possibility.

But the family had evacuated with everyone else. If they knew the house was protected, why would they leave?

Dean mulled that over as he made his way through the other rooms upstairs. He'd have to get Sam to check out the rest of the upstairs and make sure Dean hadn't missed anything once finished downstairs.

The last room he stepped into practically blinded him. Pink. Pink everywhere. "Holy crap," Dean said, unprepared for so much blindingly matching color. Pink shades, walls, rug... the bed was covered in a variety of hearts that ranged from deep, blood red all the way to the light, fluffy pinks of Valentine's Day. He was almost afraid to touch anything in there, it was all perfect and arranged just so. It gave him the impression he was in a museum, where items were placed to look at but never touch.

Dolls and teddy bears covered the pillows on the bed, and barbies were on stands on the shelves in the room. Dean found a picture with a graduate and what must be her mother. His eyebrows went up as he realized it wasn't the room of a six year old girl, but a high school grad.

He was about to leave the room when he paused. He could almost swear he could hear singing.



Sam made his way into the kitchen. Tall, towering furniture and appliances filled the room. He gave a brief shudder, remembering his time trapped in the kitchen of the Mangas residence. You're fine, he thought to himself, keeping that thought strong in his mind. The only person here is Dean. You'd hear if anyone else entered the house and you've got plenty of time to make it to safety if that happens.

He could hear the rumble of Dean's footsteps overhead on occasion as his brother continued with his own search upstairs, letting Sam know the hunter's location at all times. He was glad for that. At least his senses were good enough that he wouldn't have to worry about Dean sneaking up on him, accidentally or not. He needed to work on that, so he wasn't caught off guard ever again by humans the way Isabelle and Nicholas had managed to do.

Sam wandered over to the island in the center of the kitchen, staring up at the towering, cliff-like furniture. The back of his neck tingled, giving him a sense of foreboding. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was being watched. But that wasn't right. If there were any humans around, he'd know it.

Trying to push away his sudden trepidation, Sam started to climb up the ornately carved furniture. The deep wood swirls and swoops gave him plenty of handholds, making it so he didn't need to get his fishhook out. Sam took his time, keeping as quiet as possible in case there was danger nearby. Whatever had caused the natural disasters in this town was a complete unknown. Anything could be lying in wait inside the house, from demons to something never before seen on earth.

Sam was starting to wonder if he and Dean should have stuck together.



Dean had his gun out, pointed at the ground as he turned in place, trying to find the source of the song he could hear. "Is anyone there?" he called out, instincts on full. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

A whoosh came from near his right side. He whipped around, bringing the gun to bear.

Nothing was there.

Taking a few steps deeper into the room, Dean called out again, "I don't know who you are, but I know you're in here."

He pushed the curtain out of the way of the window, checking to see if anyone or anything was hiding behind it. Nothing there. A grim sky hung overhead, deep clouds starting to block out the day. A storm was coming.

"Show yourself."

There was a giggle from behind him. Dean twisted in place. This time, a flash of red could be seen slipping behind the dresser in the room. A teddy bear twitched on the bed at the same time, and the curtain drifted in an invisible breeze.

Dean caught sight of another fast movement in the corner of his eye. He whipped around, catching sight of his antagonist at last.

His eyes went wide.



Sam hauled himself to the countertop at last, slipping behind a coffee cup that was almost the same height as him. He peered around the edge, trying to see what was sitting in the center of the island, because there was something there out of place.

At first it could have been mistaken for a doll or an action figure.

Deep red hair flowed down her back, cascading from an almost black shade to the lighter hues found in a volcano. Slim, delicate shoulders had a cape draped over them, reflecting the sun as it peeked out from behind the stormclouds outside. The light hit the cape and diffused into a million sparkles, spreading out from the figure in ever-widening circles of light. A flower was carefully tucked in her hair. Sam almost thought it was a tiger lily, only it was far too small, barely the size of his palm.

She shifted, eyes opening as she glanced away from the counter under her.

Sam was caught in the gaze of two eyes, twin red orbs that spotted his hiding spot immediately. The tingling on his neck burst into flame, propelled by a sense of wrongness. She was like no one he'd ever seen before, but those eyes... for some reason those eyes seemed familiar.

"Sam Winchester."

Sam almost jumped at the voice. It was feminine, deep, and commanding. It ordered him, in tone alone, to heed her words and obey. It was the voice of a monarch, spoken with all the authority of a queen.

He stepped out from behind the coffee cup, knowing that continuing to hide would be pointless. "Who are you?" he demanded. "How do you know me? How do you know my name?"

She blinked slowly, moving to stand up. Sam was caught again in those eyes, those oh-so-familiar eyes as she began to straighten. The cape draped casually around her shoulders unfolded, reflecting the sun in a scattering of rainbows in the room.

It wasn't a cape.

Two delicate dragon wings stretched to their full span, reaching almost a foot in length. The iridescent red membrane threw the light whenever the sun fell on them. She rolled her shoulders, casually flexing the claws on each wing as she faced him.

"Sam Winchester. You will come with me. All will be as it is meant to be."

With this, she stepped towards him. Her dress rippled around her as she moved, making it flow almost naturally out of the way of her wings. It was clear the fabric was not a natural creation. Sam found himself enthralled by her clear command, her assured confidence. She knew what was going to happen and nothing would change that.

He found himself taking a step towards her, drawn to those red orbs. There were no pupils, giving them a clear, glittering strength. She held out her hand, waiting for him to take it. Sam reached up as he neared her, fingertips almost brushing the pale, almost translucent skin. This was meant to be.

This had to happen.

A gunshot rang out overhead.

Sam jerked back, gasping at the volume. "Dean?" he cried out as her touch on his mind shattered. He stepped away from the girl, realizing where he recognized those eyes from.

Nixie.

If this girl had been blue, with dragonfly wings, she'd be a dead ringer for the erstwhile sprite they'd discovered in Dean's pocket all those months ago. She was the same height, with hair very close to how Nixie's had been. Her red eyes glared at him, upset as he pulled away. A brief snarl revealed deadly sharp fangs.

The anger vanished from her expression, but Sam wasn't fooled. She was only hiding it.

"Sam Winchester, you are needed. You must come," she said, her voice urgent as she beckoned him to her.

"No, I must stay here, unless you can give me a damn good reason why I should abandon my brother," Sam gritted out, resisting the pull of those magnetic eyes. Her gaze tried to draw him in against his will, almost forcing his own thoughts away as she stepped towards him again.

"Dean Winchester is not needed. He will be taken care of." Her voice fell like stones around him.

There were more gunshots from overhead. Sam stumbled over his own feet, trying to stay back from her at the same time as he glanced at the ceiling. "What are you doing to him?" Sam gritted between his teeth. "Leave my brother alone."

"He is not of your concern anymore." This time she didn't stop at that. With a flap of her powerful wings, she landed less than an inch from Sam, reaching for him with a coiled hand.

Sam pulled his knife out. "I don't know who or what you are," he growled, "but I do know I'm not going anywhere with you."

Her eyes flashed at the sight of his knife. "Why do you not listen? " she demanded. "You are needed. He is not. This is simple."

Sam smirked briefly. "Guess it's that damn Winchester stubbornness," he goaded. This time when she reached for him, he was ready. He ducked under her grab, slashing with his knife. She twisted agilely out of the way, a gust of air hitting him as she backed off a few inches.

Red eyes glowed as she started to chant.



Dean cursed as he aimed again. It was like a whirlwind. A fiery whirlwind. Small, winged girls surrounded him, laughing at his futile attempts to hit them. They dodged every blow he sent their way, danced around his knife without a problem. The one time he'd managed to hit one, she'd reappeared, brought back by another without a moment's hesitation.

Fire lapped at each flap of their wings. The bed was already on fire, lit up the moment Dean had pulled his gun out. One of the girls hovered over it, small hands full of her own flames. While the others worked at distracting Dean, she smirked, concentrating the power around the bed into a ball of her own.

A massive fireball launched at Dean. He dove to the side with a curse, aiming at the girl. With a BANG, the bullet hit, sending her into a puff of smoke like the last one he'd hit. And bare seconds later, she was back, brought to life by the others.

Dean had his jacket off, using it to block the flames that lapped at his feet, at his face. He waved it as another fireball was thrown at him, trying to redirect the power. This fireball slammed into the dresser, sending everything on it into the fiery dance of death.

Taking advantage of that explosion, Dean backed out the door, sending two more shots into the room to buy himself time as the speedy little dragon girls dove after him. The door slammed in their faces.

Dean slumped, breathing heavily as the rush caught up to him. Sam... who knew what his little brother had run into downstairs, considering Dean's own problems up here. He had to get to him.

That was all he had time to think about as the door burst into flame, quickly becoming useless for stopping the rage of the girls trying to kill him.

Dean ran for the stairs.



Uncertain, Sam backed away. The girl's hair flowed around her in a nonexistent breeze as she began to chant words he'd never heard before in a language he didn't recognize.

Suddenly she shrieked in anger. Her fists clenched and the dragonlike wings sprang open. A firestorm erupted around her as her rage was concentrated on Sam, expanding outwards in a cyclone. It closed the ground between them in seconds. With a gasp, Sam ran.

The fire lapped at his heels as his strides lengthened. He needed to get away. He needed to find Dean. But in seconds, there was no time for thought. The edge of the counter was there.

With no time to spare, and a twisting whirlwind of flames closing in on him, Sam leaped.
CHAPTER 5: Come With Me


And so, she has finally entered the scene in a surprise ambush for Sam and Dean. What's going to happen to Sammy?!


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The Schism of Fire and Water 1A/N: This is the eight part of the Brothers Apart series, and the first story in Season Two. if you want to read the first season, there is a link to my stories below.
After two months spent waiting for Sam's arm to heal, both brothers are getting cabin fever. An unusual string of natural disasters a state over gets them back on the road with a unique case.

It started out as a gentle tone.
Ilyana paused in her massaging of the fire-drake. Noonia yowled at her and nuzzled her hand, trying to get the scritches to start up again. Ilyana pushed down her snout with a smile, promising more to come soon enough. They had been together since before she could remember, and would be together after her end.
Standing, she drifted into the air with a lazy flap of her powerful wings. Where was that sound coming from? She’d never heard anything like it in all her time. Was it… calling to her?
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Dean leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach. "That... was good. Maybe not quite the same level as pie, but definitely good."
Sam leaned back in his own chair, unconsciously mirroring Dean's position. It felt good to have a chair of his own at last. "I don't think I've had anything so good since being cursed," he admitted. A small shredded piece of napkin sat on his desk next to his elbow with nothing but crumbs.
He'd managed to eat a tiny portion of his cupcake, making a dent that was bigger than he'd expected. Dean had polished off the remaining five cupcakes, eating them all in five big bites without a problem, which hadn't surprised Sam one bit.
"We should do this more often," Dean said. He reached for Sam's leftovers. "You want to pack any of this up to go?"
Sam contemplated the mass of cake and frosting in front of him. "I don't think I could eat another bite," he said, sated. "Help yourself."
"What about the others?" Dean asked, grabbing a napkin. "Yo


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The Schism of Fire and Water 6
Sam had barely become airborne when his world went dark and something huge slammed into him. He let out a gasp, trying to escape as fingers his size coiled around him and held tight.
His mind started to catch up as he realized it was Dean above him, sweeping his huge jacket through the torrent of fire that wanted to consume them both. Dean sprang back a few feet, giving them space from the counter even as he peered down at his hand. "You alright?" he asked, out of breath from his rush to catch Sam in time.
"I'm fi-- Dean, LOOK OUT!" Sam cried out as he spotted more girls just like the one that had tried to kill him suddenly circling Dean like sharks in the water.
Dean dove backwards, his hand flattening Sam against his stomach while he tried to block the flames from them both. He almost succeeded. The problem was, there was a lot more of Dean to protect than there was of Sam. His leg caught fire, hungry red tongues of flame licking up his side. With a hissed growl, Dean smothere




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“Then, everything changed when the Fire Sprites attacked.”