For him, the fire always meant death.

He has never been sure why, he always guessed it was because his mother died in one.

When he was a little boy, he wanted to be a fire fighter, help people.

He has never gotten to be one.

As he and Sammy grew up, his father started taking them to hunters' funerals.

Only then he started understanding why he hated fire so much.

The thing he hated most was the fact they needed the fire to kill monsters. He never understood how such a hateful thing destroyed the monsters.

That night he drove Sam to his and Jessica's house, he had the feeling something was wrong. So he stayed in the Impala next to the house for few extra minutes, just to be sure everything was okay.

Then, when he was about to drive off, he saw the light.

Sam was under her, terrified, watching the hated fire killing his beautiful girlfriend. He dragged Sam out, remembering the last time he did that.

When they burned their dead father's body, he knew he almost figured out why he hated fire so much.

When they burned Bobby's body, he felt his heart was tearing apart.

He knew his brother was burned in hell, in that terrible cage, with Michael and Lucifer.

Only when he had to burn Charlie's body, he finally understood. The fire made him say his last goodbye.

Nobody comes back from the fire.

No one.

And Dean Winchester, if there was one thing he hated most, that was goodbyes.