"Hey Dean, you may wanna come check this out." Sam told Dean. Sam was doing his usual routine looking for some cases and Dean was doing his. Drinking some beer and eating his pie. The article read, "Mysterious Black Eyed Men Caught On Camera Robbing A Bank". "Yeah, that's a case. But why would a group of demons be robbing a bank?" Dean said curiously. "I was thinking the same thing. Maybe they weren't looking for money. You think someone or something might have been in that bank that they wanted?" Sam asked. "I don't know, but we sure as hell better find out before something bad happens." Dean told him.
They had a long ride ahead of them. Their last case was in Tennessee. This one's in Washington, DC. Dean refused to ride a plane and Sam didn't want to take the chance of losing Dean by splitting up so they are driving from Tennessee to this screwed up nation's capital.
It is a ten and a half hour drive. Dean normally wouldn't do this but after six hours he gave in and switched seats with Sam. He hated when someone else drove his baby but he was just to tired to care at this point. Sam finished out the four and a half hours. When they got there they found a hotel and slept for the rest of the night. Saving people was important but by God Dean was getting his beauty sleep.
After they woke up they drove to the bank that was robbed two days before. The police were still investigating. They walked under the police tape. "I'm Special Agent Morris this is my partner Special Agent Harrisson." Dean told the policeman. " "FBI? This is just a robbery what are you doing here?" The policeman brought up a good point. "Well, the FBI has been chasing a group of men who wear black contacts for years now. This may give us a lead on the case." Sam said barely covering for themselves.
"Alright, what can I do to help?" The cop bought the story. He bit the bait, time to reel in their prize. Dean leaned towards Sam and whispered to him, "Yeah, it's him.". "We need everyone to leave the premises. Orders of the FBI." Sam yelled. The cop tried to get away but Dean grabbed him and shoved him in the Impala.
"Jokes on you boys. You have no idea what I am." The cop told them. Leaving a sinister growl in his voice. "No, we know exactly what you are." Dean told him. He pointed to the roof of the car over the back seat. It was a devil's trap. They drove back to the apartment and put the cop in a chair to begin to torturing. Dean drenched the demon in holy water while carving into his back as Sam read some ancient book. With each word sending pain to the demon.
"Tell us now. What did you want in that bank?" Dean yelled after two hours of torture. The demon finally gave in. "F-fine, we were looking for Satan." The boys jaws dropped the floor. They couldn't believe what they heard. Satan. The ruler of Hell and all that is wrong. He who controlled so much in this world. He practically owned it. "We were trying to get to him before He did." "Who is 'He'?" Sam asked. The demon seemed almost scared to say His name. He looked at Sam right in the eyes. A stare so dark that even Sam got goosebumps.
"We were trying to find him before, God does." The demon barely sputtered out. This time the boys jaws dropped ten floors. They had been on the hunt for God for years now. Never once did they have slightest clue of where He is and now all of the sudden both Satan and God show up. This is gonna make for a real bumpy, bumpy ride.