Born of Chaos and Grace

Chapter One: Crossroads - Part II

"Dean, you can't be serious," Zach huffs in disbelief as they roll into the quiet town of Holland, Michigan. 

"Hell yeah I am. Jamie wants us to get this chick, and that's what I plan to do. No point in wasting time," Dean says, his hand flicking over to the radio to crank the volume up. His brother has been asking too many questions and Dean is getting tired of it, so hopefully Zach will take the cue to stop.

Another sigh slips from Zach as he shakes his head, dark brown hair shining in the passing lights with the movement. "I doubt she'll appreciate us showing up on her doorstep in the middle of the night. Can't this wait 'til morning?"

Dean's eyes flit over to Zach to send him an annoyed look, but he soon relents, his lips setting into a deep frown. "Fine. Where's the nearest motel?"

After a few minutes of driving through the city, they eventually pull into the parking lot of a decent looking motel, its fluorescent sign lit up like a beacon against the night sky. It's not the nicest looking place, but it will have to do for the night.

The car rolls to a stop outside the entrance of the front office and Dean shifts the car into park, unlocking the doors. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some bills, handing them over to Zach.

"Go book a room," he orders, hand drumming on the clutch impatiently.

"Where're you going?" Zach asks as he climbs out of the car, money stuffed in his back pocket. He grabs his duffel bag out of the backseat and slings the strap over his shoulder before coming back to lean through the open window of the passenger side door.

"I need a drink," Dean says.

"Dean..." Zach starts, probably hoping to talk about what went down with the demon they killed the other day. Well, he better be prepared to be disappointed because Dean does not want to talk about it, and he makes that fact known with the look on his face.

"I just need a drink, okay? I'll be back later." With that said, he shifts gears and gets ready to pull away.

"Okay, fine." Zach sighs as he steps back, thankfully giving up on pursuing the subject.

Dean spares one final look back at his brother before he drives out of the parking lot and onto the street, merging with the rest of nighttime traffic.

Once he is on the road, he cranks the volume on the stereo and starts nodding his head in time with the beat of the music, fingers drumming on the steering wheel in a rhythmic fashion. His eyes scan the sides of the streets in search of a sign that promotes a bar, or something of the sorts; any place that he can get a decent drink will be fine with him.

After a couple minutes of aimless driving down the crowded main street, he catches sight of a neon sign – even someone just passing by and not searching would clearly see it. As the car crawls closer, he sees a single word intricately written on the sign: Glow.

"Why not?" Dean mumbles to himself as he turns the wheel, the car jutting upwards as it rolls over the curb and into the parking lot of the club. With the car parked in a stall, he twists the key in the ignition and listens as it rumbles to sleep.

He flings the door open and steps out, swinging the door shut behind him as he adjusts his jacket. His eyes roam over the exterior of the building, noting the blue lights that reflect off the matte grey walls, as he walks towards the door guarded by a burly man in a clinging black shirt and heavily tinted Aviators, despite it being late at night.

"ID," the man mutters as his gaze fixes on Dean, the stare penetrating through the dark glasses, but it doesn't faze Dean in the slightest.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his ID and allows the man to see; it's been a long time since he was last asked for his ID.