Devils Crossroad (Supernatural Fan Fic)

Chapter Fifteen.

~Dean's point of view~

"Dean?" Turning my head I slowly gazed a Sam. He was sitting in the passengers seat, drumming his fingers against the dash board.

"What?" I replied. My gaze turning back to the road in front of us.

"Maybe we should head back to the motel." He stated, running a hand thru his hair. "I mean we have found nothing about this ankh anywhere. I don't even know why you think it's important." He shook his head, doubting me. He could doubt me all he wanted but there is something to this necklace and we need to know what it is.

"Just trust me ok. Why else would Linds be wearing it?" My voice was low as I gripped onto the steering wheel hard.

"Here we go again with the Linds thing." He shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "She's dead Dean, time to get over this and focus on the task at hand." Rolling my eyes I just kept my gaze straight ahead.

"You don't think I know she's dead Sam!" I yelled, letting my anger out. "I know she is, and every day I'm reminded that she's gone. I'm sorry if I feel a little guilty for sending her into hell, and that I want to do something about it!" I continued, letting all my anger and rage out at Sammy.

"I doubt this necklace will fix anything." He grabbed it from off the rearview mirror. Letting it dangle in his hands.

"Just put it back if you're going to be a bitch." I glared at him.

Not saying another word he hung it back on the mirror. I could feel his eyes on me for a few minutes, before turning his gaze on the window.

My grip on the steering wheel loosened a bit, but I was still pissed. Pissed at myself mainly. I couldn't even prove to my own brother what I saw. What that Cole girl told me, I knew there was something more to this necklace then meets the eye. No matter how long it takes I'm going to find it out too.

Pulling into the motel parking lot, I let out a sigh. It was almost noon, and there was no cars anywhere in the lot. All the doors to the rooms closed up tight, except the door to our room.

Parking the car, Sam was bolting out of the door before the engine was off. Running right for the room, where we left Marie. Pulling out the key, I shoved it into my pocket as I followed him.

"Sam!" I shouted, my pace slowing down as I stepped into the doorway.

My eyes panned my room slowly seeing a complete disaster. Beds were over turned, clothes and bedding scattered the floor. Finally when my eyes landed on the blood covered carpet I knew it wasn't good.

Sam was knelt down by the pool of blood, running a finger against it checking if it was still wet.

"No." He shook his head, pushing himself to his feet. His hands going behind his head. "No, she can't be dead. We protected the room." He almost cried out.

Dropping my eyes, I followed the blood through the small room. My steps slow, trying not to step on anything. I knew it wasn't good, this much blood would have anyone dead in a few minutes. That's if the blood belonged to Marie. We couldn't even prove it.

Stepping over a broken chair, I found my way to the adjoining room door. The drag marks lead directly into the next room.

Looking back at Sam, he was hovering over some of the things that had been scattered around the room. His eyes dark, an nostrils flaring. Letting out a breath I kicked opened the door. The wooden frame breaking and shattering from the impact.

Walking into the next room, I followed the trail of blood up the wall with my eyes. In the center of the ceiling was a massive blood stain, but there was still no Marie anywhere.