On Broken Wings of Love and Deceit (Samifer, FemSam)

Chapter Four

Revelations

Heart racing, Sam bolted downstairs. If it was Lucifer, this rain was only going to get worse. Switching the TV back on and turning it to the news, she was horrified, it was worse then last time she checked.  Much worse.

Apocalypse. News presenters repeating the word. Disease. Earthquakes. Natural Diseases with cruel new twists which had all seemingly been triggered all at once. Apocalypse.

Its really him. She thought, headache beginning to growl in her temples. Clutching her head she staggered to one of the cheap wooden kitchen chairs which was left untucked by the table. The wind hit the house like a runaway train, making the windows rattle in their frames. Trees outside seemed to bend impossibly, a few older ones falling with the sharp crack of splitting wood. Sam's heart beat wildly  like a trapped bird. She didn't know what to do, it was all happening too quickly. Glancing up, she screamed as a window shattered in a burst of twinkling glass, destroying one of the demon protection symbols. Panting, struggling to breathe, eyes watering madly in the wind,  she tried to get up, but only managed one step before falling to the hard tiles. Sam grimaced in pain as her palms hit glass, red flowers blooming from her hands. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear, it was overwhelming.

And then it was over.

The wind stopped suddenly like somebody had turned off a fan. The Sky was the same oppressing grey that it had been that morning. It was almost as if it had never happened, besides the wreckage which greeted Sam's streaming eyes as she pulled herself from the floor. But she didn't care. She didn't care that her car was laying upturned in a ditch. She didn't care that her house was falling down. All her thoughts were focused on the shattered window and the missing symbol.

Running to the sideboard, she begin frantically rifling through drawers, spilling paper and writing utensils all over the wet floor. Finally she found what she was looking for- a fat red marker with a huge wedge for a nib. Quickly darting over to the wall beside the hole where the window used to be, she drew the mark in a single practiced stroke. Finally allowing herself to relax, now that proper demon protection was now established once again, she sat heavily in the chair again to contemplate what the hell just happened.

Why did it stop? Sam asked herself. Shouldn't that have been the end? What happened? Her nagging thirst for knowledge was unstoppable. Pulling her scuffed laptop towards her, through the water and glass that littered the table; only now realizing how lucky she was that it remained undamaged, she opened the lid slowly. The blank screen stared back at her. A void that should never have existed. Scowling at the blackness, her finger hovered over the power button. Her old life. Hunting. Angels. Demons...Dean.

Breaking through, she hit the button hard. The computer whirred to life, raring for action.

The laptop wallpaper made her want to cry. Forcing herself not to look away, she clicked on the Internet symbol and watched as the search screen covered her and Dean's smiling faces. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Laptop shouted eagerly as emails piled in, the newest one already months old. Mostly Garth, some from other hunters, one garbled keybord smash from Cas begging her to contact him, get rid of the wards, anything.... and one from Dean. No Subject. Unread. Undated. Gulping, unable to deal with it right now, she exited her Inbox and continued to the Search screen.

  It stated cheerfully in bright blue letters, the last word enlarged by a magnifying glass-

Search the Web!

A Lump formed in her thoat. Cursing herself for getting emotional over something so simple as the Search page they had used for all their hunting research, she ploughed on.

Hours, two beers and a few paracetamol tablets later, Sam hit the Jackpot. Scanning over the long news article she picked out key details.

Lawrence, Kansas. Stull Cemetary. Destruction. Desecration. Blood. Storm. Flood. Disease. Black Smoke. Darkness. An Entire Town, Coalmount- frozen.

 The pieces went together. Stull Cemetary was where Lucfier had fallen. Where she had jumped. So it was logical that he should arise in the same place. Black smoke could be attributed to his blackened grace- unlike normal angels, he was no longer pure and so when exuding power- there wasn't a white light, but black smoke. A sign of evil.

The last story however was especially interesting. A whole town, freezing cold, frost, snow- the works, and only that town. Why would that be? Thinking made her head hurt , but the pain only spurred her on.

Of Course.

"Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite"

The words are whispered into Sam's ear, cold breath wafting against her neck. Jumping up, the chair scraping backwards with a shriek, she fell into a fighting stance, frantically turning her head, trying to see all the room at once.

Nothing. False alarm.

Shaking. She sat back down, trying to regulate her breathing and reassure herself that its all because of the lack of sleep, the pressure, the grief. But now its obvious. How could she miss it?

Lucifer was in that town.

And she was going to finally put an end to the devil himself.

Sam didn't pack much, one change of clothes, a blanket, a torch, food- all thrown into a suitcase haphazardly. Without thinking, she opened the garage and threw the sheet from the Impala. Admiring it as it shone in the grey light. Smiling at how she had missed Deans baby.  The tyres of the car screamed on the damp concrete as she swung it out of the drive and into the country road.

Sam drove in silence though the night. Only the drizzle hitting the windscreen to keep her company, not daring to pop one of Dean's CD's into the player for fear of the memories it would dredge up from the depths. She glanced over at the empty leather seat beside her, specked with the shadow of rain droplets and striped with orange light as she drove under flickering street lamps.It felt like a betrayal to drive. Wrong even. House Rules Sammy.

After four more hours on the road, barely keeping her eyes open, Sam arrived at the sleepy town of Coalmount as dawn broke. A blackbird sung in the hedgerow, accompanied by the birds in the woods performing a harmonious dawn chorus. Slamming the door of the Impala with a satisfying clunk, she walked purposefully through the damp morning air to stand in the middle of the street. Most the houses along the road were storm damaged, all of them abandoned. Squinting carefully at the houses she analyzed their appearance, looking for signs of Lucifer's presence. One to her left was falling down. On the right, that one had frost on the windows. She began to stroll further down the main street, looking carefully, not coming across anything that looked like where Satan would choose to hole up.

Until she reached the end of the street. The house closest to the woods and presumably the cemetery, was completely covered in Ice. It caked the seams, covered the windows, frosted the very air. Without pausing- not letting time for doubts to enter her mind, Sam marched round the house, surveying for a way in. The back door lay busted, covered in ice, almost like a cartoon. A gaping hole into hell, the darkness beckoning, calling for someone to discover the horrors within. Sam's breath blew in white clouds as she gingerly  approached the entrance.

Slowly peering round the shattered door frame, she saw a dark outline laying on the kitchen floor. Stifling a gasp, she pulled back again, squashing herself flat against the wall, trying desperately to quieten her breathing. But after a few tense minutes, nothing stirred and the birds kept singing. Stepping into the doorway, her body blocking the early morning light from streaming into the house, a neon sign to the occupant, she stood stock still. Bracing herself for an attack, peering into the gloom, she took a good look at the hunched figure inside.

Oh my... Sam had never seen anything like it.