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Armageddon.

Chapter Two.

He stood in his true form, the form he called 'glorious', the form for which he'd been cast from the heavens, the form that had set him free. He moved around the darkened chamber, his muscular legs rippling with each step, his cloven-clawed feet scraping along the black-stoned floor as his powerful arms swung the head of Tabbris over the flame-filled pit. His eyes shone a ruby-red as his skull pulsed with each utterance of those ancient words; the guttural language borne from the depths of Hell itself. His razor-sharp talons tightened in the Angels hair as the ritual continued, his ecstasy clearly visible as the flames licked at the head of Tabbris. His grip intensified, the talons now puncturing his palm, his black blood running in rivulets down the face of the Angel, dripping into the pit and mixing with that of the holy one. It was that combination of blood that would bring forth the start of the 'Unmaking'

He called forth the words that would cause the heavens to anger, to release their fury on mankind. The Angel charged with protecting those in the upper realm from floods and hurricane now destroyed, the mortals now without their guardian. The water and the winds now belonged to him and he would use that to create chaos.

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The rain lashed the windows of the Impala, the wipers working double-time to try and stem the unrelenting maelstrom that poured from the heavens. Dean sat forward in his seat, leaning towards the windshield in an effort to see through the downpour, the Impala's headlights hardly making a dent in storm-darkened highway. He'd slowed the car right down, it had been aquaplaning dangerously as her tyres hit large patches of deep water. Both Dean and Sam jumped slightly as thunder boomed, rattling the Impala's windows and jagged lightening ripped through the sky, illuminating the road for a minute before their vision was again limited to a few feet in front of them.

"We have to pull over, Dean!" yelled Sam, trying to be heard over the constant drumming of the rain against the car.

Dean shook his head "It'll ease up soon, Sammy!" and he dared to push his foot down a little on the accelerator, the Impala aquaplaned and Dean tapped the brakes, slowing the car down. Thunder rumbled in the sky again and a tree exploded on their right as it was struck by lightening, the loud crack of it as it disintegrated heard clearly above the storm. Dean slammed on the brakes as the tree fell across their path, the Impala slewing to the left as it hit a patch of water. Dean turned into the spin, tapping lightly at the brakes, the car stopping inches from the fallen tree.

Sam looked over at Dean "Guess we're pulled over now!"

Dean put his arm across the back of the seat and reversed steadily before turning the car round and heading back towards the last turn-off they'd passed. The rain continued to drive relentlessly at them, coming in all directions, the thunder and lightening now a cacophony of anger. There was no other way to describe it. This was no ordinary storm…this was something more. There was a… wickedness about it, it was almost as if the storm had taken on a life of its own. Its sole purpose to destroy as much as it could…it was building in its fury and he and his brother were in the middle of it.

Dean continued to drive steadily forward, the storm building in its intensity around them, the thunder and lightening now a constant companion. A howling wind had now joined them and it screamed to be heard, whipping up debris; tree branches, leaves, rubbish…anything it could find.

"Dude! Seriously, we gotta find somewhere to stop!" yelled Sam.

Dean shook his head, his mind focussed on the road ahead, he leaned closer to the windshield and hit the brakes again, bringing the Impala to a stop. The bridge in front of them had been swept away by the raging torrent that Dean guessed was once a small river. There was no way across. He leaned over, reached into the glove-box and took out the map, scanning it carefully before selecting a new route. He turned the car around and headed for another road that he hoped was passable.

Conversation in the Impala was damn near impossible and Dean was glad of it. He didn't want to talk to Sam about anything, least of all Jay. His hand went instinctively to the necklace and he removed it quickly, not wanting his brother to notice. The few times Sam had spoken with Zeke over the last year, he'd tried to get Dean to speak with Jay but he'd always made some excuse not to. He knew Sam didn't understand that…but it was easier if he didn't speak with her, easier for him. And now the one time she had called, had reached out to him, some woman he'd banged for no other reason than to try and forget about the night's kill, had answered his damn phone. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel; when he'd called her, he only got her voicemail, same as Sam and Zeke, and she hadn't called back like she said she would. He took his phone from his jacket and tried again but was unable to get a signal. Shit! The storm was interfering with it…he had to get to a land-line. He saw a gas station up ahead, they'd have a phone.

He parked the Impala next to the petrol pump, out of the storms barrage. He and Sam got out, the chill wind like a punch in the face as it hit them. They pulled their jackets round them as they looked up at the sky; the black clouds were tumbling in on each other, fighting for space in the heavens, the thunder their shouts of defiance as they refused to give up their position, the lightening like weapons, striking out at anything and everything.

Dean shivered involuntarily "Fill the car. I'll get supplies" and he headed to the relative safety of the gas station.

He pushed the door open and looked into the surprised face of the attendant "Phone?"

"Lines are down"

"Shit" he took out his cell phone and tried again. Still nothing. He grabbed some food and coffee for him and Sam and went to the counter.

"You fellas aren't drivin' in this are ya?" the man asked incredulously.

"Gotta get somewhere. How much?"

The man shook his head at Dean "There's no getting' through, man. All the roads are either blocked or been washed away. You're stuck here an' if the radio reports are anything to go by, ain't nothin' gonna be cleared til tomorrow"

"Bullshit"

"Nope. We never seen nothin' like this. I mean, shit…most of our rivers are dry and then…bam! A mother-fucker of a storm hits outta nowhere and we got flash-flooding, mud-slides, hail the size of goddamn baseballs" the man shook his head "lightening's taken out most of the power stations in the area…fuck man…this is the storm to end all storms. You best find a motel to hole up in. There's one about six miles down, it ain't the Ritz but it'll keep ya warm and dry"

"You sure there's no way through?" asked Dean

"Not a chance, man. I can't even get back home, be spendin' the night in this lovely place"

Dean nodded, paid the man and went to join Sam in the car. He got in, slammed the door shut and passed jis brother the bag "All the roads are either closed or washed out til morning"

"What a surprise" said Sam dryly. He looked over at Dean "I take the phones are out too then?"

"There's a motel about six miles down. We'll stay there and head out early" he started the engine and drove back into the tempest.

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Dean came out of the shower and threw some warm clothes on and went to stand at the window. The storm wasn't letting up in any way, shape or form, if anything, it was getting worse. He turned to Sam "Any luck contacting Zeke?"

Sam shook his head "I can barely get anything on the laptop either. I did find out that this storm came from nowhere. The meteorologists can't explain it, they'd predicted nothing but fine weather for the next week or so and then…" he shook his head "they said a storm-cell just appeared and hit with so much force…" he looked at his brother "the death-toll is already at thirty-six"

"Is it localised or are we looking at something wider?" he asked as he turned back to the storm.

"This one is localised but there are storms just like it popping up all over the place. Not just in the States…this is world-wide, dude"

"We need to get to Ellen's" said Dean as he picked up his phone from the table.

"I've tried them both, Dean. Can't get a signal and Zeke's probably stuck in the storm too. All we can do is wait and meet up with him tomorrow"

Dean rubbed at his temples, the headache was starting up again "I'll get us something to eat" and he grabbed his jacket, threw it on and walked out.

Sam stared at the door of the motel room, he knew Dean was worried, so was he. It wasn't like Jay to just up and leave…well maybe that part was just like her, but she wouldn't stay out of contact with Zeke, no way. What worried him most, what he hadn't told Dean was that Zeke had been unable to 'find' her. Said he'd reached out a heap of times but had got nothing. When Sam had asked if maybe the reason he hadn't been able to reach her was because she'd possibly been killed, Zeke paused and Sam knew he was calming himself. No, he'd told Sam, if Jay were dead, he'd be able to find her easily, this was something else.

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Jay paced the motel room, the wind whipping up a frenzy outside, the howling of it as it tore down the highway like that of a banshee. She shivered involuntarily as she went to the window, she didn't know what she expected to see, it was past midnight and the few street lights that littered the parking lot had been bought down by the last forceful gusts of wind.

She went to the tv and turned it on before going to sit in front of her laptop. She looked at the weather-reports for the area, bad and getting worse. She turned to the tv when she heard the reporters broadcast a hurricane warning for her area. Shit. She sighed, there wasn't anything she could do but sit it out.

She closed the laptop and went and showered, she was too wound up to sleep. She finally got out when the windows started to rattle and she could hear the howling winds above the sound of the shower. She dried herself and dressed quickly. She went back to the room, the tv held nothing but static now; she turned it off and shut her laptop, putting it in her duffel-bag with the rest of her gear so she was ready to move quickly if she had to. She turned off the light and went and lay down on the bed as she felt the beginnings of a headache, headaches that had been plaguing her these last six months or so. She closed her eyes but couldn't sleep. She sighed again and reached over, switched on the lamp and paused, she opened the top drawer and there it was, the staple of every motel room.

She picked up the Bible, she wasn't a religious person in any sense of the word but she knew the book back to front, the nuns at the orphanage where she and Zeke had grown up had made sure of that. Zeke, she guessed she should ring him and let him know she was alright…but…she didn't know why she felt compelled to see this through on her own. She knew he'd be worried, be pissed at her but after what the demon had said to her before she'd 'banished' him, the further away from her he was, the better. She didn't know why she'd rung Dean, but he'd been on her mind a lot lately, more so this last week but she didn't like to dwell in that time, it made her feel vulnerable and she hated that...she missed him and she hated that even more. She turned her mind away from those thoughts and flicked to the 'Book of Revelations' and started to read.

She woke to the shuddering of the motel room, the walls vibrating, straining against the gale-force winds. She got quickly off the bed, the Bible falling to the ground as she went to the bathroom and braced herself in the doorframe. She put her head on her knees and laughed as the phrase 'put your head between your knees and kiss your arse goodbye' went through her head. She ducked as the windows to the room exploded, spraying glass into the room, she could hear nothing but the screaming of the wind above her racing heart. She looked up as the roof to the motel room started to screech, the stress of trying to remain on its structure making it groan under the pressure. She held tight to the doorframe as the hurricane hit, her head bowed as debris flew into the room, smashing everything it came into contact with. Her thoughts went to her brother... and to Dean and Sam, the three people she cared most about and as the roof was torn from the motel room it didn't register to her that she was praying.

To be continued…