Devils Crossroad (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter Eleven.

"Dean don't you think you're driving to fast." Castiel murmured from the backseat. It was the fifth time he asked, and he still hasn't gotten a response. Frankly, I wouldn't answer him either when he gets on his rants.

"Shut your pretty boy up." He finally hissed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Cast." I turned around, warning him to stop his crap. "Look sorry about him, one to many hits to the head has made him a little annoying over the years." Turning back, my eyes focused on the road ahead of us.

"Yeah." Dean snapped at me, as he revved the engine sending us flying forward in the car.

"What is your problem Dean?" I asked. His mood swings were defiantly getting a bit out of hand.

"He likes you and is jealous." Castiel blatantly said from the back seat.

Closing my eyes, I just shook my head. Really, he picks right now to read someone thoughts. Deans none the less.

"What did you say?" He turned around, glaring. Looking like he was ready to take his head off.

"He said nothing... Didn't you Cast." I turned around smacking him. He didn't move or flinch, nothing really phased him. "Not another word." My eyes glared at him, hoping he'd shut up.

Turning back around, I watch Cast through the rearview mirror for a bit. Making sure he was being a good little boy, and not ruining this whole plan!

After several minutes of Dean fiddling with the radio, and watching Cast I figured it was safe to go back to looking out the window. My eyes following the tree line, looking for something. That something I wasn't sure of, but I was still looking.

The soft hum of the car, had my eyes slowly closing. It was either that or because I haven't had a decent nights sleep in the past couple days. Either way I welcomed the darkness.

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Squinting my eyes, I sat up in the car. Wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth and pulling the seat belt from my neck I looked around.

I was alone in the car, neither Dean or Cast anywhere in sight. Felling the hairs on my neck stand up, I calmly pulled the knife from the side of my leg. My eyes watching for any movement as I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car.

We stopped at the county line. Decoy was clearly written in big bold letters. If they left with out me, I swear I'll kill them myself.

My car was parked a few feet away, but again no one was in there. My mind was running a mile a minute now, the knife firmly in my hand.

It was just this weird feeling I got, that someone was watching me. Keeping quiet, I crouched down by the car and slowly made my way to the front. Making sure my foot steps were silent.

"Dean?!" I called out, my voice cracking giving away how nervous I was.

Glancing from side to side, I made sure the coast was clear before pushing off the car. My feet carried me slowly into town, as I waited to hear Dean's voice call back to me. But it never did. I knew something was wrong.

The town seemed to be empty, there was no one walking around, no cars driving down the road. The only sign of life was when I saw a window curtain pull back, as if someone was watching me walking around town.

It didn't take a genius to figure yellow eyes already got to this town. But I didn't think he could move this fast.

Thats when I made my steps quicker. The low growling behind me had me nervous knowing hell hounds were on the prowl.