** Dean: Laramie Wyoming **
Dean woke up on the motel bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. It had been a long hunt. It had taken him several days to eradicate the nest of vamps preying on an old folks home. Dean felt a little guilty for leaving Sam at the bunker again, but he had needed a break. The strain of keeping Zeke's secret sometimes felt like it was eating Dean alive. Besides, Wyoming was only a couple of hours away from Idaho...
Yawning, he stretched out his hand to grab his phone from off the nearby bedside table. Dean turned it on as he rolled out of bed, wandering over to the end of the room and grabbing himself a slice of leftover pizza. Breakfast procured, Dean flipped through the phone. Two new voicemails. The first was from Sam, Dean pressed play.
Dean. Something's wrong. I woke up on the floor of the study and everything's trashed. I think there was a fight. Crowley's missing and the last thing I remember before I blacked out was Kevin. I dunno what happened, but I think Kevin might be possessed. You've got to come back here. I'll try and track them down in the meantime.
The fear in Sam's voice was unmistakeable, Dean's heart pounded wildly as he leapt into action, hastily stuffing his meager luggage into a bag and running to the Impala. It wasn't until he was on the road (and going 25 over the speed limit) that Dean remembered the second voicemail. Maybe Sam had just gotten really drunk. Maybe it was nothing. Dean pulled the phone out and glanced down at the caller ID. Kevin? He jabbed play. Kevin's voice rang through, a panicked whisper.
Something's wrong with Sam. I don't know what, but [long pause]...good, he's gone.] Dean, he attacked me. Or, whatever's in Sam's body attacked me. He wasn't acting like himself. Anyway, whatever's possessing Sam is strong and powerful and I'm not sure what to do. He wants the tablet. I've got it right now, but he's got the exits blocked off and I don't know how to fight him. Dean, you gotta...crap, he's coming back.
There was a click as Kevin disconnected the phone. If Dean was scared before, he was downright terrified now. It was possible Kevin was possessed by Crowley...but if Crowley had managed possession, Dean figured he'd be much less subtle about it. No, this was the handiwork of Zeke. And for the first time, Dean had no clue how to go about fighting an angel. He settled on driving faster.