Supernatural // Through The Flames

Chapter 2 // The long road

In my dreams I heard voices. They were strange, ones I didn't recognise. I couldn't even understand what they were saying, it was just blurs. No, they were nightmares. Like the ones I normally had, just not as specific. 'Damn, can't you let me have one night's decent sleep?' Normally I would dream of watching people being tortured, me being tortured, the world going up in flames. This time it was just black. An endless black stretching on forever and ever. Then there were the muffled voices, getting louder and louder. Suddenly I felt something plunge through my chest. Something like a stake or sword. I looked down but there was nothing. Just a hole in my chest.

 I collapsed to the floor and struggled to breath. That was the thing about dreams. You never woke up until you were dead. The voices rose to an unbearable volume, before they were replaced by loud thuds and screeching. I woke with a start to find the voices and the screeching real. 'Am I being tortured? Is someone else being tortured?' But no, I was in a car, lying across the back seats. In the front were Sam and Dean arguing over the music, which was the screeching. Dean had put in AC/DC back to black and had urned it up to a ridiculous volume. Sam was trying to take it out, or turn it down, I couldn't really tell. "House rules, Sammy. Driver chooses the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Sam was about to argue, but he then noticed that I was conscious. "Hey look who's finally awake!"

 "Where the hell am I?" I demanded. I sat up and looked out the window. All I could see were trees and road. "Stop and let me go!"

 "We can't just let you go. You've lost a lot of blood and we need to stitch you up." Sam tried to calm me down. 'Stitch me up?' If that meant a hospital I would rather jump out the car. At least then I could pretend to be dead and less questions would be asked. I needed to get away. One, I didn't ever travel with other people and two, if the angels came after me now, my companions might get killed. 'Wait, since when were we companions? They had just technically kidnapped me!' Dean was still singing along to the loud stereo. It was giving me a headache. Outside the smell of petrol and fields were making my head spin. I sat up and even that made a fresh burst of agony come on. Clutching my head in my hands I groaned. I saw blotches in front of my eyes and although I had been through worse, it wasn't pleasant. "Can you turn down the bloody stereo?!" Dean looked back at me as if I had asked him to kill himself. My head was ready to burst. I groaned again before collapsing.

 I hated my stupid immortality. Broken bones and life-threatening wounds would heals over in minutes. But aches and minor injuries would stay put. I supposed it was God's way of torturing me when I asked to leave heaven. Sure hell was still an option, but eventually I would have to be spat out again. Bright lights filtered through my eyelids. If they had taken me to a hospital, there was going to be war. However, as I came to my senses I realised I was still in the car. Slowly, I sat up. I guessed it was early afternoon. To my delight, I was alone in the car. The boys must have been nearby though.

 My surroundings were made up of a busy street and a diner. My arm ached and I found a bandage wrapped around the claw wounds. It stung, but at least I wasn't in hospital. The car was empty of weapons and the doors locked from the outside. "Clever, but never try to tame an angry angel," I laughed as my eyes whitened out and the lock burst. I swung the door open and slammed it shut for good measure. Nobody seemed to notice me and I guessed that the boys were eating somewhere. A jumble of sign posts stood in front of me. The train station was just down the street, if I could get to that then I could get away. Behind me voices were raised and I dared a quick look. Dean was moaning about his precious car. They started coming after me. I couldn't be bothered to run away, I didn't need to. There was no way I was going with them. A hand clamped down on my shoulder. I fought the urge to turn around, and burn him with my eyes.

 "If you ever mess up my car again, I'm gonna fucking kill you," Dean didn't care he was in the middle of a street in broad daylight. I could see where he was coming from though. If anyone ever messed up my baby they wouldn't be breathing for much longer. Which reminded me, it was still near Allegan! At least I now had a reason to leave. Sam came and stood in front of me. "Look we're not not keeping you against your will-"