Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nineteen

Dean throws a loaded bag over his shoulder, rocketing to the staircase.

"Dean, wait-" He spins around.

"I'm done waiting, Sammy. I'm not waiting anymore."

"You're just going to go after her? We're totally unprepared, Dean." Sam projects, following after him. "We don't even know where she is!"

"So." His face twists to bitter shock. "That's never stopped us before. We'll figure it out."

"Dean. Stop." Sam yanks his arm, face to face with his unraveling brother.

"I'm not waitin', Sam. And I'm sure as hell not gonna sit around doin' nothing." Dean broke free. Shutting the door of the bunker and walking to the Impala. Sam exhales, tossing it open to continue in his shadow.

"Dean, you're jumping the gun! We need a plan! We need to find out what Ocula's wants. Where he is. Prepare for what we're up against!"

"Get in the car." Dean commands. Sam froze, seeing the bottle of whiskey in the duffle.

"No." He says in defeat. Dean looks up at him through the passenger window.

"Sam, get in."

"I'm not going with you, Dean. This is a suicide mission. You need to calm down, go inside, an-" The Impala's engine demolishes the conversation, taking off, and speeding down the road. Leaving Sam in her dust. Dean white knuckles the wheel down the street, his eyes welling with tears as he relives the unforgettable horror in private. Hearing Kyiah's cries linger through his ears, picturing her scream as Ocula's fangs meet her throat. The tears lining her cheeks as she fights to keep her ever resilient poise. He shakes his head, glancing over at the bottle, watching the amber liquid shine under the light through the trees. Baby soars as he presses harder on her gas pedal. Flying towards the highway.

Dean makes his way to a motel and tosses open the door. Pacing, shuddering in broiling irateness beneath the crippling panic. His heart pounds in his chest so forcefully he thought it might actually burst. Coming apart beneath Cain's overbearing malevolence, only intensified by the absence of Kyiah's consoling aura.

"Crowley!" He beckons. "CROWLEY!"

"Can I help you with something?" His raspy voice responds, appearing behind him with a chilling swish.

"Where is she?" Dean quietly demands.

"I'm working on that. You haven't given me much time-"

"Don't, play games with me." He pesters. "I know how fast you and your minions work." He steps towards the grisly King of Hell. "I let you go." He distortedly reminds. "You said you'd find her. It's been four hours. Now, where. Is. She." He sneers, feeling The Mark militantly thrash beneath his layers. Crowley senses the wake of Cain's releasing charge, as Dean dreadfully slid out Kai's seventeen inch black machete.

"I picked up her trail." Dean gives another step forward, adjusting the dark weapon with a demented growl. Registering the hazardousness of the situation, Crowley reacts. "She's in Montana!" He confesses with a bit of candid fear. Studying Dean's hateful, indecisive complexion, bringing him to manifest his demonic ruby eyes. Protecting himself from the primal essence of The Mark. He keeps his ground, staring through the mortal with intensity before Dean blows him off, slamming the motel door behind him. Leaving Crowley to exhale a personal, perturbed, breath.

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Sam kicks the pebbled dirt, treading back into the bunker, alone. Sitting down at the laptop in stress. Attempting to find any trace of an IP address, or electronic fingerprint from the video file. But everything lead to a dead end. There was no trace. He runs his hands over his burdened face in frustration, feeling a thumping in his temples. He leans back, slumping to rest his head on the top of the chair.