Dean rushed into the smoke filled shop.

"SAMMY!"

No answer. He pushed forward tripping over broken antiques.

"SAMMY!"

He stumbled upon a large lump on the floor. He bent down and felt it. I was warm and wet. He examined his hands. It was blood. He shook the figure.

"Sam?"

There was a crash toward the front of the store.

"Watch where you're going Izzy!" Jace complained.

"Shut up Jace," she retorted.

The smoke dissipated some and Dean could see the Shadowhunter's outlines through the smoke. Dean turned toward the figure on the floor. He could now see the blood splattered across the face of his brother.

He shook Sam again and yelled in his ear.

"SAM!"

Sam coughed and sat up.

"Jeez you're a mess," Dean stated, "you ok?"

Sam ran his hand over his face. He glanced at the blood on his hand and then wiped it on his jeans. He stood up.

"Yeah I'm fine," he said, "it's not my blood."

He looked around. The smoke was almost gone, but the shop was in pieces. He turned towards Dean. He wore that confused face that made Dean worry.

"What the hell happened in here?" Sam asked.