Back in Black

I guess it rains down in Africa

Dean's POV
After the Sheriff was done accusing me, there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, there's been a 911 call, and it's really bad," they said. They whispered more info into his ear. I watched the sheriff's eyes widen, he dropped Dad's journal on the table and rushed out. I tried to reach a paperclip on one of the pages, and picked the cuff, rubbing my wrists. I grabbed Dad's journal and went to go find Alex.

"Princess, where are you?" I called.

"In here" I went in and got her, thankfully they didn't cuff her, and we climbed down the fire escape, trying to find a phone. We ended up finding a phone booth near the motel so I called Sammy.

Alexandria's POV
"Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." He paused. "Listen, we gotta talk..." I grabbed the phone from Dean.

"Sam, would you shut up for a second?" I asked and then gave the phone back to Dean.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho...I've got his journal" Dean paused for Sam to reply. It went on for a few more minutes until suddenly Dean yelled into the phone. "Sam? Sam!"

"What wrong? What's going on?" I shrieked. We ran over to my car and drove to where Constance was buried, and surely enough, the Impala was sitting out front. I was so worried about Sam, I didn't notice Dean opening my trunk, and open up the secret compartment, nearly identical to the one in the Impala, John made for my trunk. He tossed me a rifle, and we both started to shoot at the bitch. He broke one of the windows. Suddenly the car lurched forward, crashing into the front of the house. Dean and I rushed in, guns at the ready.

"Sam! Sam!" We were both yelling.

"You okay?" I added upon seeing him.

"I think..."

"Can you move?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Help me?" I watched as Dean leaned through the window to help him, but instantly felt pain shoot through my skull. Feeling blood running down my face, I looked around but not for long because I passed out. When I woke up, someone else was driving my car, the Impala in front of us.

"You're finally awake." He said. It was Dean. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I have a ginormous hangover. So what happened while I was out?" I asked.

"Her kids took her and the three of them went poof."

"Nice," I commented. "I was totally useless," I added. Dean scoffed.

"You were not." Then his phone rang. "Hey Sammy, yeah." He put it on speaker.

"So I figured out where Dad went," Sammy said

"Where?" I asked, climbing into the passenger seat.

"It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

"Sounds Charming. How far?" I asked.

"About six hundred miles."

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning," Dean replied

"Guys, I... umm..."

"You aren't going, are you, Sam?" I asked.

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there. This is my future we're talking about."

"Yeah, yeah whatever," Dean replied.

"I'll drive you home," I replied, disappointed to lose Sam again. He hung up the phone, then started talking to me.

"All right. Pull over to the side." Dean replied. I watched the Impala dart over to the side and stop. "Are you sure you want to drive?" He asked. I nodded.