Chapter 2:

I cleaned up the scene and then called the police so the body could at least be returned to the family. Sam was sitting on the hood of the Impala and when he saw me, he climbed into the passenger seat. We drove back to the motel in silence all the while he was rubbing that damn scar on his hand and staring into space. I pulled into our parking space and sat there for a moment waiting for Sam do something. When he didn't I sighed and opened my door to get out, Sam followed suit. I grabbed the weapons bag out of the trunk and we walked inside, he went straight to the bathroom and I decided to clean the guns until he decided to come out. When he did he sat on the other bed picked up a shotgun and started to clean it.

"He isn't there you know." Sam said silently after about 20 minutes of silence. I looked back at him questionably. "Adam, he is okay, he isn't down there with them." I wasn't sure what to say because he never talked about hell.

"Good." I answered. "Honestly, I used to think about that everyday, wondering how I could live with myself when I brought you back, but left him there. I am glad he wasn't there."

"He was there." Sam replied, without looking at me. "He was there for a long time. Not sure how long because you know how time works down there. He was there after my body came back here, but he was gone before I came back. Michael let him go after awhile, guess because he was still had some kind of duty to us humans. Humans can't be in the cage without being tethered to their vessels. So he is in heaven now. Which is good, cause if he was still there, I couldn't protect him anymore."

"I am happy to hear that. But I am sorry you remember all of that. Of what happened here and there. I am sorry that you had to protect him, that should have been me protecting you. "I said, finally getting out the apology I had been thinking about since I had watched both of my younger brothers jump into the pit. Sam just tilted his head at me curiously with a grin on his face and shook his head. I know what he was saying. He was glad it wasn't me, he didn't mind protecting Adam, because it kept us both safe. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Self-sacrificing little shit. I faltered with what I wanted to say next. "Sammy? What did Lucifer do? What did you mean when you told that demon that you would show him what Lucifer showed you when he was wearing you to the prom?" Sam looked away from me and stood up, and I knew he wouldn't tell me.

"I am gonna go look at the police reports, see if we missed anything that can lead us to this other demon. You should get some sleep." He walked away and over to the table and turned on his laptop, and the conversation was over for another day.

I didn't actually mean to fall asleep, but I did anyway. When I woke up Sam had fallen asleep over his research, and he was whimpering, obviously in the throws of a nightmare. They stopped after his Jess guilt went away, but after hell they were back full force. He woke up startled before I had to wake him up, which was often better because he preferred to pretend they didn't happen and he couldn't do that when I was the one waking him up. We both knew what they were about; we didn't have to talk about it. So I just walked by him and went to go make coffee, which we both drank ravenously. I went and brought back a bunch of stuff from the continental breakfast, which I forced Sam to eat.

"Alright Sammy, lets get down to business, what have we got?" He sat there silently for a second rubbing his hand absently, before he answered.

"Okay I have an idea but you are going to have to hear me out, cause it is a little bit crazy."

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?" He looked at me skeptically.

"I think our demon, was once an angel." I almost choked on the orange juice I was drinking. "Told you, you would think it is crazy, but it is possible."

"…okay. I said. "What makes you say that Sammy?"

"There was Enochian written at the crime scenes."

"So why does it have to be a demon then? Maybe it is just an angel gone rogue."

"I do not think so, it is what the Enochian says that makes me think that. This is what it said." He past me the page with looked like gibberish to me and then continued talking.

OL ADRPAN OIAD LOAGAETH OADRIAX OD D OIAD PRG D OIAD MAHORELA OADRIAX GEMEGANZA TORZV

"This roughly translated to "When you cast us from heaven and into the fire, into the darkest chasm, we will rise again someday." Remember what the other demon said about this powerful demon being from the darkest chasms of hell that most demons wouldn't dare to enter? I think this was an angel, so corrupted from fighting his way to the surface he became a demon, that is what makes him so powerful and dangerous, he was an angel."

"Sam how in the hell did you translate Enochian so fast?" I asked curiously. It was an ancient language spoken by angels, couldn't be easy to research. Sam shifted oddly and then laughed.

"Amazing what you can find on the Internet nowadays. Makes you wonder how the hell we ever did it before we had a computer." He said. I glanced at him and he shifted again under my gaze then claimed he had to go take a shower. He walked into the bathroom and I began to grow concerned about what my brother could possibly be hiding from me.