I have finished this story but I'll post up every now and then. Hope you enjoy the story.

Plot Outline: Sam and Dean heard some news about demons fleeing from the USA and set out to warn the world, starting in England. It's set near the beginning of season 3 and has a few spoilers for those who haven't seen it. A few of the ideas (folklore, demonology and places) used are real mixed up with my creations. First part in my mini series called 'On a Stairway to Hell'.

Chapter 1: The Reign Of Terror

The stars were shinning brightly in the midnight sky, brightening the roads and land. The cold Summer's breeze gently blew through the trees and ruffled up the grass on the ground. Times are dark and Demons rule the land, after escaping from hell. This new land of evil is now where the unconscious mind dare not tread. There is hope in the form of two brothers who are out on a mission to kill these evil beings of darkness and send them back to hell.

The oldest of the brothers is twenty eight, and just over six foot. He has a face that hides all emotions, when needed, and Jade green eyes that show deep sorrow yet some happiness, even in these dark times. He has some slight stubble with average length brown hair. He wore a black t-shirt, with blue denim like shirt and brown leather jacket on top, with worn out jeans with a few holes near the knee and finally his trusty biker boots.

The second of the two is about six foot four with floppy, brown hair and hypnotising, blue eyes. He was about twenty four now and had a look on his face of sadness and determination. He wore; a white t-shirt with a brown flannel shirt on top and a brown jacket, his jeans were worn away at the knees, like his brother's, and finally some brown boots.

The older of the two blokes was in the driver's seat of his 1967 Chevy Impala, with his little brother riding shotgun, driving down the back roads of the USA.

A month or two had passed since the war between Hunters and Demons began. Demons had escaped from the Devil's Gate in Southern Wyoming and are causing havoc in cities, towns and villages. The two hunters had killed the main demon behind the reign of terror, the yellow eyed demon. There was a lot of weight to kill this demon on their shoulders which was now lifted and they were swarmed with relief of their victory. Only now there were hundreds more out in the world, terrorising and possessing people. The tallest man felt more joy that they had killed it than his brother, as it was revenge for the death of his mother, father and girlfriend. Sadness clouded over his emotions from the deal his brother made for his life, bring him back and get a year to live with him before going down the stairway to hell.

Flicking through lots of pages, the younger brother had been trying to do some research on what else could kill a demon but with no luck. The only thing they had was Samuel Colt's Colt with no bullets for it, as the final one was used on the yellow eyed demon, and the only other thing they could do was try to exorcise them all.

The driver was only half listening to his younger brother but he had other things on his mind. He had one year to live and he wasn't going to waste any time, make every second count. They had been searching for ways to kill demons for nearly two months, but with no luck. Meanwhile they had been sending as many of the evil creatures back to hell. Every chance he had to get some fun at a bar, with no-one in danger of dying, he would take it. Now though there was little chance of that happening so killing every evil son of a bitch out there was main priority, whereas his little brother's was to save him from the deal then hunt down the escapee demons.

"Hey! Dean, are you listening?" the youngest of the two asked.

"Huh? Yeah, 'course I am." the driver answered.

"So what do you think?" the taller of the two asked trying his obvious lie.

"I think it's a good idea." Dean lied again.

"Well I don't. Did you actually listen to anything I said?"

Dean gave a long pause to think of another lie but couldn't so he replied, "nope," with his cheeky-sorry grin.

"So I'll have to explain it all over again!" The taller man replied with a sigh.

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to try his best to concentrate but all he could hear was the deal screaming in his ear, 'If you try to welch or weasel your way out then the deal is off, Sam drops dead, he's back to rotting meat in no time,' which he didn't want to happen.

"Right. Well I'll try and keep you listening, as you only have a short attention span," the tallest replied with a slight laugh and a huge grin, "we haven't got any bullets for the Colt, and we would have to somehow make more if we were to use it again, we can only do exorcisms and that only sends them back to hell and who's to say they won't escape again. If we really want to kill them we'll have to search deeper for some more ways."

"Is that it?"

"No. At least you're still listening. No, Bobby was telling me about some demons escaping from here and going across the ocean to Europe. Bobby is unsure whether there are any hunters out there, or if the planes will be safe to fly on. Problem is, we don't know which flights they will be on and who they will be possessing. I for one don't want to take nearly every flight to Europe. So, now what do you think?"

"Planes? You know I hate the whole flying thing!"

"Well I don't think it's a good idea. You see, my idea was to go to a place like London in England, then maybe see if there are hunters, if so warn them and see if they have any ways that they know of to kill demons."

"Sam! We can't just leave. We…"

"There are hunters here, but what if they start to spread across the world? Then we have to warn them."

"Yeah and how many people do you think will believe us straight away?" Dean replied with his 'obviously no-one' look.

Sam let out a sigh before Dean continued, "Exactly. Anyway, I am wanted by the FBI, a fugitive, I somehow think that would make it harder to get on a plane."

"Well I'm sure we could think of some way to get on a plane." Sam said slower to show he was in his thinking mode to start a huge foolproof plan.

"Well, When you finish thinking of a plan, then I'll think about it." Dean answered after reading his brother's face.

Sam was going through all the possibilities of how they might get through the eye scan and the fingerprinting. Dean wasn't too bothered if they couldn't get on a plane as he hated flying and didn't really want to get caught and spend the rest of his year in jail, which reminded him that he needed to get an I-pod or mp3 so that he could listen to 'Some kind of Monster' by Metallica so he could have a calm flight. Well, while he left the thinking to Sam, Dean would just drive around, listening to music, trying to get some fun.

Hope this has enticed you to read more. Next update will be soon. Sorry for the shortness of the chapter but I always find my first few are that way. Any hints or tips or anything you want to say then leave it in a review.