My first fanfic. Please ignore grammar issues as English is my secondary language.

Dean fell on the ground, unconscious. The sky was dark, but now with clouds… they were shadows, hovering. A strange sound was echoing, like many supernatural beings were chanting.

Many miles away, Sam was sleeping on his sofa, staring up at the roof. He was furious. Dean had been lying to him about something, keeping secrets. What did he think of himself? Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello, Sam Winchester."

"Go to hell." A female voice said.

"What?" Sam was shocked,"Who is it?"

A horrible laughter rang and the phone was hung up. Sam stared at the phone and fell back on the sofa.

It was 12 am and Dean wasn't back yet. Sam lazily got up and started walked towards his room, but stopped. He didn't feel like going to sleep. He wanted to do something, like kick Dean in his stomach. He had to find him. He took the keys of Dean's Impala and hurried out of the house.