A Mess It Grows ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs Sympathy For The Devil

TRAILER UP ABOVE

How the hell were they going to fix this one?

That was the first question that ran through their head as soon as they started to see the blinding light shine from under the stone floor beneath them. Sam's panic rippled through the four of them and Dean grabbed both Sam and the girls, pushing them back toward the exit to the chapel.

"Come on!" Dean yelled, pulling on Sam who seemed glued to the spot, rooted in the horror that he'd just unleashed. Karoline broke ahead of them, but as they reached the open entrance, the doors slammed in their faces. Dean grabbed at the door, pulling as hard as he could while Karoline took the other handle, but there was no give in either. Dean spun around to see that the light was rising at the other side of the room.

A high-pitched noise sounded. Sam dropped to his knees at the same time Dean and the girls did, the noise unbearable. Not only had they opened the doorway to Lucifer's cage, they were going to die in the escape efforts.

"What the devil is your name?" Asked a little cartoon voice.

"Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Yo-Yosemite Sam," came the reply from someone else and Dean frowned.

"Yosemite Sam?" Asked the original voice.

Dean opened his eyes, hands still blocking his face, finding himself on an airplane sea with Sam right next to him, the girls across the aisle. "What the hell?" Dean asked, looking around. How had they gotten here?

"What just happened?" Karoline asked, sitting on the aisle and glancing down at a flight attendant who was walking along and checking if people needed drinks.

"I don't know," Sam said from the window seat.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore..." announced the pilot over the intercom.

"Ilchester?" Alayna asked, "weren't we just there?"

"So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to-Holy crap!"

The plane was suddenly rocked with what felt like an explosion, veering off course and sending people who weren't strapped into their seats into each other, across aisles and to the floor. Screams started, emergency lighting kicked in - the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling. The high-pitched noise from the chapel was back, and Sam grabbed at Dean's arm, pointing out the window where a blinding column of white light shot up from the ground below and then flooded the plane.

There was no doubt about it, that light was Lucifer, and somehow they'd been plucked from ground zero and placed on a plane. Dean stared, horrified and mystified at the same time by the light. It was Heavenly pearl white, and if he hadn't known better he might have mistaken it for a good thing. The reality however was far far worse.

***

Dean was driving, cursing about the fact that they were in a rental, the cars still stuck at Bobby's. They wouldn't have time to go and get it, the drive alone was a good seventeen hours or more. "-and Governor O'Malley urged calm-," a radio announcer said from the speakers. "-saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown."

"Change the station," Dean said, his mood not having improved in the last few hours.

Karoline reached out and pushed the search function on the radio. Numbers flipped through methodically before latching on another signal. "-Hurricane Kinley, unexpectedly slamming into the Galveston area-" She pushed the search again, waiting.