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Author's Note: This chapter is mostly Dean centric. I didn't really feel like writing Sam today, so I just stuck with Dean. Read and review, please!!
The Storm of the Century
Chapter 2
"The Omens"
Three Days Later
A small hotel somewhere in Texas
The scenery outside was of a dirt parking lot surrounded by miles and miles of desert sand. There wasn't a rain cloud in sight in the bright light blue sky. There were also no signs of demonic omens in any of the towns in Texas. There was just one big desert, bright blue skies, and really hot temperatures.
Dean took all this in from the window of his hotel room. He had driven in late last night, after spending three days in Arizona. He had gone to a bar, gotten really drunk, and ended up having a hangover that had lasted two days. Since Sam had decided to go out on his own, Dean had been laid up in a dingy hotel room that had no decent television, waiting for the hangover to pass.
Sam had told Dean about his mysterious 'hunch' that the Hurakan was in Washington. Dean had known that his brother's 'hunch' was more like a vision, but if Sam didn't want to share, Dean wasn't going to force him. Dean had told Sam that he was going after Bobby's more reliable lead, insulting his brother in the process. Sam had gotten offended and taken off from the hotel room they had chosen to spend the night, leaving his cell phone in the front seat of the Impala. Dean had no way of tracking Sam and no way of knowing if he was all right.
Dean angrily slammed newspaper down on the tiny hotel table, glaring resentfully out at the bright sunshine in front of him. He wanted nothing more then to just take off and find Sam before something else did. But he couldn't, because Bobby had told him that he was driving down from South Dakota to meet him and that Dean was to stay put. Dean had gotten into the Impala three times since he had gotten off the phone with Bobby an hour ago to drive north towards Washington, but each time, Sam's angry words kept playing back to him: I can take care of myself, Dean. I don't need your help. So, each time, Dean had done the right thing and gone back to the boiling hotel room to wait for Bobby.
"Damn it, Sam," Dean muttered, getting out of his chair. He started pacing the hotel room, for lack of anything better to do.
The truth was, Dean was starting to get really worried about Sam. Even when they separated the first time when Sam wanted to go after their father in California and Dean decided to go after the pagan god, Sam still called Dean after twenty-four hours. It had been three days and still no word from his younger brother.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Almost if on cue, Dean's cell phone went off. Dean glanced at in surprise, not expecting anyone to call, before pouncing on it.
"Sam?" he asked, hoping it was his younger brother.
"Sorry, son. It's me, Bobby. I take it you haven't heard from your brother recently?"
Dean had never been as disappointed to hear the elder hunter's voice as he was now. He visibly deflated and flopped down on one of the queen sized beds. He had taken the room with two out of habit.
"No, Bobby, I haven't," he said, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. "Have you heard anything?"
Bobby had agreed to call the Roadhouse and all of his hunter friends in order to find Sam. Dean knew it was hopeless; Sam wouldn't be found unless he wanted to be, but it was still reassuring that he wasn't the only one looking for his younger brother.
"Sorry, Dean. No such luck. I did, however, find a lead on the Hurakan demon."
"Where?" Dean asked, sitting up a little straighter. Maybe if he tracked down the Hurakan demon, he would find Sam.
"Caleb says it's in Washington. There have been all sorts of demonic omens cropping up within the past two days there and they just keep getting more numerous by the hour. Didn't you say that's where your brother thought the demon was?"
Dean felt as though he had been punched in the gut. Sam had been right after all and being the moron that he was, Dean hadn't believed him.
"Dean? You still there?"
"Yeah, Bobby. Sorry. Where are you?"
"I'm about three hours outside of Texas, in Cotton, Oklahoma."
"Find the nearest hotel. I'll meet you there."
"Son, there's always a chance that Sam can take this thing on his own, you know that, right?"
"Yeah," Dean said softly. "But I want to be there, anyway."
"All right," Bobby said after a moment's pause. "I'm pulling of the interstate now. There's a tiny hotel called Sun Ray Inn at mile marker 300. How long do you think it will take you to get there?"
"I'll be there by sunset," Dean said, closing the phone.
He sighed again. I'm sorry, Sammy, he thought, hoping his younger brother was okay. He grabbed the keys to the Impala and headed out the door, leaving only two newspapers and an empty beer bottle in his wake.
A small hotel, somewhere in Washington
Sam stared blankly at the computer screen and rubbed his eyes. He was so tired. He hadn't gotten any sleep in the three days since he had left Dean in Arizona to go to Washington. He had been doing mostly research, only taking an hour or two out of the day to go get food and caffeine to stay awake. He had thought about calling Dean a lot over the past few days, but each time he had picked up the phone to call him, Dean's final words kept running through his head: if you're going to go, stay gone this time! I'm sick of always having to save your sorry ass anyway!
So, Sam decided not to call Dean and instead busied himself in the research of the Hurakan demon. So far, he had found next to nothing about them, other then what dean had told him earlier and that they normally went after huge, prospering cities such as Los Angeles and New York City. There had been no evidence to say why a Hurakan would go after a small town such as Forks.
As Sam stared at the computer screen, he felt an immense feeling of satisfaction, mixed in with fear and nerves. There had been three cattle mutilations on a small farm on the outskirts of Forks, there had been an electrical storm yesterday, and trees in some of the oldest forests of Forks had suddenly started dying. There was at least one demon in Forks, Sam was certain.
The road to Oklahoma
5:00 PM
Rain started falling steadily as Dean maneuvered the darkening highways through Texas. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, though with the sudden rain, it looked as though it were about nine o'clock at night.
He had called Bobby five minutes ago and told the elder hunter that he wouldn't be able to make it out of Texas that night. There had been a huge wreck on the interstate that had blocked traffic for three hours straight. Traffic was just now being able to move past the wreck.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Dean's cell phone went off in the backseat of the Impala. He never heard it, for the second he had switched lanes, an eighteen-wheeler had come out of nowhere, blocking Dean's path.
"Shit!" he swore, as he swerved to miss the truck. The Impala's front end collided with the cement median. Dean was knocked out on impact.
Sorry for the delay in updates. I haven't been on the computer in forever and have just now gotten around to writing this thing. Hope you enjoy it! Reviews are most welcome!
