Supernatural // Through The Flames

Chapter 4 // All work no play

Warm streaks of sunlight bounced off the shiny bonnet of the Impala. Proudly, it sat there in the car park of a large motel. As people passed it, they would stare and marvel at its beauty. It was (by far) the best looking car there. Sleek black lines and silver trimmings. While it sat majestically there, its owners were slumped at a table shoving breakfast down their throats. A job meant staying at cheap motels, eating microwave food and long journeys. For the Winchesters, all three of these had been accomplished. Over night they had driven down from Casper in Wyoming after dealing with a ghost. Dean was still chuckling over the fact they had a ghost in a place called Casper.

Eventually they had made it to Lexington, Nebraska. Sam had collapsed onto a bed only to be woken up an hour later by Metallica. Not to mention Dean's terrible, out-of-tune singing. They had found a local diner to gather what they knew together. As Dean was stuffing a large sausage into his mouth, Sam flicked open the laptop and stared intensely at the screen. He was in full swing work mode. "So there have been five accidents in the past four months all on this one stretch of road. So far there has been no witnesses and..." he paused to do a bit more typing. A waitress with straight blonde hair and obvious curves came and put two mugs of coffee down. She winked at Dean before strutting off to serve another table. Dean's head followed every movement.

"Dude, can you keep your mind on the job for one moment?" Sam shook his head in disbelief. Dean just smiled and carried on eating. "Anything connecting the wictims?" Speaking with a mouthful was almost second nature to Dean. Spinning the laptop he pointed at a short paragraph on the local news website. It was about the victim. "What's so special about that?" Sam changed tab, then again and again. Dean paused bringing the coffee to his lips. "All victims middle aged men, all with one child and all have a history of having some sort of a problem with anger. Well that is the best frickin news I've heard in a long while!" He laughed to himself. "We have a woman in white. Easy to kill and nice and quick. Just have to find out where her bones are." he looked back over to the waitress. "Tonight is going to be damn good."

"Yeah, even better than leaving that girl stranded in the middle of nowhere..." Sam trailed off as he went back to research. It had been a month since they had left Cerisa soaking wet in Sioux City. He still felt bad about it. "Come on Sammy you can't still be pissed at me?"

"Dean she wasn't causing harm to anyone, if anything she was helping people."

"She was an angel! I'm never helping another angel as long as I live."

"She was a fallen angel, remember?"

"Oh yeah, and the last fallen angel I met tried to kill me.The last angel I saw also tried to do the same."

"The last angel you saw also saved your life more times than I care to mention." Sam knew that Castiel was still an uneasy subject. However, he couldn't tell if the fallen angel his brother was talking about was Anna or Lucifer. He guessed Anna, even though Lucifer was still a fallen angel, normally they called him the devil instead. In the end though, it all came back to Castiel. One moment he announced he was the new God, the next he just disappeared. He left behind a broken Dean and a Sam full of memories from hell. But through all of that, to Sam at least, he was still their brother. He was full souls, ready to burst out and he was gone. A sheriff strode into the diner and leaned against the bar. "Normal for me Nigel." He spoke with a heavy accent. "There's been another incident down on Crisis bend."

"Same as all the others?" Replied Nigel. Sam perked up at this. Crisis bend was the nickname for the place where the woman in white had been attacking. "Exactly. The rest of the boys are there now." The Winchester boys took one look at each other before grabbing their kit and leaving to get suits and fake I.Ds.

Cerisa's P.O.V

Eventually my cutters broke through the padlock and the chains clattered loudly to the floor. 'Why the hell would you padlock a car park in the middle of nowhere?!' It didn't particularly make sense to me. I took a few steps in before finally spotting it, my baby. She was a '66 ford mustang convertible in a deep royal blue. The first thing I had decided to do on Earth was to change with the times and to fit in. After a couple of hundred years she finally came out of the factory, brand spanking new. I fell in love instantly. The roof was down and luckily it hadn't rained. After a week of public transport, long walks and excess caffeine I had made it back to Michigan and back to my car. Moonlight reflected on its royal blue coat and shone like burning magnesium off the silver horse. Admittedly, it needed a touch of paint and some repair work in places. It had a small scratch along the driver's door from a poltergeist and a dent on the boot lid from a demon chase. Neither of the sons of bitches had survived much longer.