No Longer Will Darkness Prevail

"No Hitting The Driver!"

Once we got to the building, it wasn't hard to the train tracks, but it was hard to find where you crossed them.

Everywhere was pretty much fenced up.

Finally I found where you go over them and stopped a few yards away.

I got out and went around to shotgun.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked when I opened his door.

"Your driving," I said waiting for him to get out.

He unbuckled and got out slowly.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I need to put myself in Jason's shoes so I can get us where he is," I told him.

Instead of saying anything, he just walked around his car and got in.

I went through my bad and found a random shirt.

I tied it around my eyes.

"Now where?" Dean asked me.

"Over the tracks," I said.

He put the Impala in drive and drove.

I felt the car go over the tracks.

Dean continued to drive.

A thought hit me.

How am I suppose to hear the singing over the sound of the Impala?

I guess I'll just had to make sure I listen.

About ten minutes pass and Dean speaks up.

"Ash, we've been past many turnoffs, are you sure we haven't passed it?"

I heard something over the purr of the Impala.

We got closer and it got louder.

What was that sound?

"Ashely-"

"Shhh," I cut Dean off.

We got closer to the sound and I realized it was singing.

Jason was right.

It sounded happy and funny.

The closer we got, I realized that it was a different language.

I didn't know this language, maybe Greek.

It got louder.

No, that was Russian.

We came to a stop and just like Jason said, it sounded like they were right next to us.

"Take a right," I said.

I felt Dean jump at me suddenly talking.

Dean took the right and I counted to thirty.

The singing faded out as we left it behind.

17

18

19

The singing was faint.

23

24

25

The singing was just a whisper.

28

29

30

"Take a right," I said.

"What?" Dean grumbled.

He took a sharp right that send me flying into the door.

"Little more notice next time," Dean said.