Whispers In The Dark
Chapter No. 2 – In Fate's Hand
"For God's sake, Dean! Turn that damn music down already! I can't even hear myself think!" Sam roared out of pure frustration at his brother, trying to be heard over the impossibly loud heavy metal music that Dean currently had playing.
Dean ignored Sam and continued to tap the steering wheel to the beat, while he tried to imitate the freakishly high-pitched male singers voice, only to end up sounding like a wannabe opera singer who had swallowed a choking seagull. The heavy bass pulsated through out the car, making it shake in time with each heavy slam of the guitar chords.
Sam would have used his hands to cover his ears if they weren't already in use by holding his Father's Journal in place, stopping the millions of newspaper cuttings from falling out. When he looked down at those crisp pages, he saw years of dedication and work by his Father; tracking down all those articles and they were all about the one person.
Alexandra Winchester.
Just thinking that name sent Sam's brain into hyper drive. How was it possible that all these years his Father had managed to hide his twin sister from him? How had Dean not remembered Sam ever not having a twin sister? Wasn't he meant to be some kind of psychic and having a twin wasn't he meant to be able to sense his sister's thoughts?
"Ugh…" Sam groaned out loud; running his hands through his hair and made him self keep reading the journal even though he just wanted to through it out the car window and never see it again.
There were just so many questions, but not enough answers. Most of the things that Sam had so far learnt about his sister came from the information printed onto the pages of his Father's Journal. The clues were there, but like any good mystery, they made absolutely no sense.
There was one other thing that no matter how hard he tried Sam could not get off his mind. He wanted it gone. He didn't want to think about something like that. But it clung to his brain refusing to let go. It was hurting him. It was causing him to lose focus and he couldn't do that. Not when he had a job to do.
Coming through the mist and shaking his head to get rid of any lingering thoughts, Sam was surprised to find golden silence.
No more music.
'No more music…Dean!' Connecting the two together, Sam turned around in his seat to see if anything had happened to his brother.
Dean was fine. He had even started to pay attention to the page in the journal Sam had tried to point out to him earlier. The page in question was covered in their Father's messy scrawl, which was quite a challenge to translate into legible English. If Sam didn't already know how serious the information was on the page he would have been pissing himself with laughter. The look of concentration on Dean's face was just that funny, no, it was priceless. Sam purposefully made sure to burn it into his memory forever. Dean with the face of a chipmunk's confused ass, such a change from the face that usual got all the girls.
Dean eventually gave on trying to read the impossible scripture and just as Sam predicted, came crawling to him for help. "Sam do you know how to make sense of this bullshit?"
Sam was having trouble deciding between making Dean pay for ignoring him earlier or giving in to his pride and rather large urge to go blurting out everything he had just recently discovered by himself, without any help from Dean at all. It was a tough choice, but in the end the temptation of pride was too strong to overcome.
"Why else do you think I've been trying to get attention over the past half hour? Not just because I was shouting at you to turn your damned music down!"
"'Cause you were trying to compliment my supremely amazing soprano solo?" Dean chortled away at his brothers reaction to his come back: Sam just made a 'yuck' face, avoiding the urge to shudder at the memory of such unnatural sounds.
"You wish Dean. You wish." Dean just went on to shake his head, not trying the least to curb his full on laughter.
Five minutes later and Dean was still giggling like a possessed schoolgirl. Sam finally gave into his temper and lashed out violently towards Dean. He wrenched his whole body into the outburst of anger. Shoving Dean hard against the side of his seat and jerking the steering wheel to the side.
"What the fuck Sam? Are you purposefully trying to get us killed? Have we not had enough near death experiences this year for your liking?" Dean raged, definitely come down from his high of rainbows and ponies.
"No, Dean. I'm just trying to stop you from humiliating yourself any further!"
"Well, it don't look that way ta' me; it's more like you're on some kind of freaking suicide mission!"
"Stuff you, Dean."
"You know you can swear in the car Sam." He couldn't actually tell, but Sam could have sworn that Dean was chiding him about…swearing. "Not like there are lil' kids hiding out on the back seat." Dean actually turned around, pretending to check.
"When you've finished," Sam tried not to sound bitter, but just couldn't help it, "jackass, I need to tell you something important."
"Look I already know about you batting for the other team, so it's alright. You no longer have to worry about being a closet poof from now on." Sam seethed, resiting the temptation to jerk the steering wheel again.
"Would you just try to be serious for 1 freaking minute?"
"Alright, I'm cool. Look completely serious." It was miserable result when Dean tried to smooth his face over, worse than his chipmunk face, this one was more like a skunk.
Sam hissed through his teeth, "There's a message from Dad in there!" He buried his forehead into his hands, massaging his temple as he tried to get rid of some of his anger.
Dean stopped laugh about a minute later, Sam confused by the silence looked up through his hair to see Dean staring at him. "What?"
"Don't tell me what!" Dean snapped, finally sounding serious.
"Okay, why are you staring at me like that?" As usual, what Sam meant to say, in his head, never did manage coming out of his mouth.
"I'm trying to figure out what you just told me!"
"I said there was a message!" It was dealing with a bloody toddler.
"Yes I know that you said that, but what'd ya mean there's message?"
"I mean that Dad wrote about where he last tracked Alex to!" Sam retorted.
"Wait, which Alex?" A look of great alarm crossed Dean's face.
"Dean, what other freaking Alex would I be talking about?" Sam raised both his head and an eyebrow at his brother, waiting for him to fill in the missing gap of information.
Dean flicked his eyes away rather quickly Sam's and intently focused on the boring road ahead. Adding to his rather suspicious behaviour was shuffling in his seat and gulping quite loudly. All signs of nervousness that he made no attempt to hide.
"Hopefully not the one I'm thinking about," Dean muttered under his breath.
"God! Did it ever occur to you, not everything has to revolves itself around your sex life!"
"That's why I am hoping Dad wasn't tracking the Alex I'm thinking about!"
"I'm not going to even go down that path!"
"Sammy, but seriously, what if my Alex was…incest is illegal right?"
"Yes, Dean, incest is illegal and while you were screwing over our sister did you happen to notice a pair of freaking bird wings on her back or were you just to preoccupied with downstairs?"
Sam could not believe his brother. Once again Dean's face was scrunched up in concentration as he searched through his vast data base of one night stand victims probably trying to remember if one of the girls had actual 'wings' on her back. The idiot had even opened his mouth to answer Sam, but had stopped right in his tracks when he saw that look that he was been given.
"Will you get your perverted mind out of the gutter and try to focus, please?" Sam was about reach his wits end.
Dean feebly tried to defend himself, "You brought it up."
"Yes and despite how appealing this topic sounds, I am desperately trying to move on!" At first Dean thought Sam was been serious and widen his eyes and looked his brother up and down, trying to scan his brother for any traces of drugs.
"Oh…you were..." Dean finally realised.
"Yeah, genius. About time something got through that thick skull of yours!"
"Whatever. Just get this bullshit out it the open and tell me already!"
"Fine. Dad said that he last saw Alex in New York!"
Soon as the words had left Sam's mouth, Dean had slammed on the breaks of the car, not even caring for once that he could be damaging some part of it, and rounded up is brother. "You wait until now to tell me this?"
"Well I couldn't earlier."
"Whatever!" Dean shouted as he gritted his teeth and clenched the steering wheel. Ignoring the beeping protests of the cars behind him, he jerked the car into a sharp u-turn and headed started the long road back to New York.
Muttering curses to Sam all the merry way.
Five hours later…Finally in New York City
"Dean, what are we doing here?" Sam asked with a tone that suggested that he was insulting his brother's intelligence.
"I'll tell you what we're doing here! We're following your flipping riddles and clues. Some wild goose chase that's gotten us no closer to finding us 'Alex'. That's what we're doing! And that last one? The ouijaboard? Well the address you gave me? Guess what, it leads here! So I am sorry if your disappointed Sam! But this were we are and we god damn going to check it out!"
At the mention of the ouija board, Sam couldn't help but think back to the first hour that they had arrived in New York. The pair of them had gone to a restaurant that had supposedly been attacked by a whole group of children with wings, from there they had gone to a church, a grim beach and the latest a toy store where Sam had seen a message on an ouija board.
"Now hurry up and grab some flashlights. I'll get the rest of the stuff." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's impatience.
Sam flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked forward at what appeared to be millions upon millions headstone in rows and other monuments that were a tribute to the dead. Yeah, they had been lead to a graveyard, by an ouija board answering their fathers most confusing riddle yet, when Dean spoke it out loud. Then to brighten up Dean's day even further, by the time that they'd gotten to the cemetery it was late and dark.
"Oh and make sure you grab that damn board," Dean shouted at Sam, from the back of he car. Sam could see in the rear view mirror that Dean had the trunk popped up. While looking back his eyes slowly wondered back down to the ouija board that was safely nestled in between the mountains of rubbish. Sam grabbed it and sat back in his seat once more.
He jumped when he heard Dean closing the trunk.
Reaching under his seat he grabbed the flashlight and opened the car door, getting out an then slamming it shut, which earned him a dirty look from Dean who came strolling past him, shoving something into Sam's hand, which made him loose his grip on the ouija board.
Leaving the board where it was for the moment Sam walked with Dean up to the gates of the cemetery, which were surprisingly locked. "This has to be the first time we've been to a place and it's been-"
"Locked?" Dean finished Sam's sentence for him.
"Thought I was supposed to be the psychic."
Dean snorted. "After this? Not bloody likely."
Sam ignored Dean's comment and went to retrieve the ouija board before he forgot about it entirely.
A/N: Change of Plans: the Flock shall not be featuring in this chapter, but they shall be coming along so, no need to panic, they are part of the plot. This is only half the chapter and don't bug me for the next one please! But I shall request another 5 reviews for the next chapter.
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