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Chapter 2-Confusion

Somewhere in the state of Minnesota, Dean and Sam were cruising, the impala rumbling along the quiet deserted road.

"Do you think Gabriel is really dead?" Sam said, finally asking the question he had been pondering.

"I don't know, I don't think he'd lie about his death," replied Dean. "I'm so sick of losing everyone around us,"

"Hmm, I still can't believe that Pestilence was so easy to find," commented Sam.

"It doesn't mean he'll be easy to gank," replied Dean.

Sam glanced again at the paper he had. It spoke of out breaks of influencer, the latest being in a small town in Minnesota. Along with that there had been lightening storms in New York City, and they had moved northwest to Minnesota. So all the signs were pointing to where they were going. Both boys were thinking the same thing, it all seemed too easy.

If only they could have known how right they were. The demons knew they were coming, as they had set up scouts along the highway. Sam and Dean were headed straight for a trap. As Sam and Dean past a mile marker, they noticed a cop car parked further up, the cop watched as they drove by and started to reach for the radio receiver.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a deep voice, to the cop's right.

"And just why is that," sneered the cop.

"Because, I'm not here to send your demon ass back to hell," growled the voice.

"What, you think you can take me on?" scoffed the demon possessed cop.

"My pleasure,"

The demon turned cocky as ever, it black eyes showing. Yet it paused, as it came face to face with the owner of the voice. The smirk it wore vanished.

"No, your not possible!" it said, trying to back away.

"Shame," it replied. "But unfortunately that's not true!"

It pounced, the demon whaled in terror. To any onlooker, it would look like the car was been shook back and forward by an invisible force. It was over in seconds. The demon was no more.

As Sam and Dean entered the town it, was quite. Something just didn't feel right. They parked the impala and got out, heading for the infirmary. As they entered the place, unlike the town, it had lots of people in it. Nurses were rushing around, and Dean couldn't help but eye up a couple. They asked around posing as health inspectors, and questioning people. Yet they soon realised that Pestilence wasn't around anymore. As they left out the door and started to head back, Sam paused. He was looking across the street at a man sat on a park bench.

"Dean,"

"Yeah Sam," replied Dean. "What is it?"

"Don't you think it's a little weird for that guy to be sat on that bench?"

"You mean the dude in the big black coat?" asked Dean.

"Yeah," replied Sam. "He looks...out of place,"

"Well, let's go talk to him then," suggested Dean.

They started to walk towards the guy, who was sat seemingly staring at his shoes. Someone else was surveying the scene too, but they held back, just waiting.

"Hey there, you alright?" called Dean.

The man slowly looked up, and smiled slightly as he saw the boys.

"Yes I'm fine," he said, then added. "Even better now,"

The man waited till both boys were stood in front of him, and then blinked, his eyes turning black.

"Hello Sam and Dean," the demon said.

Sam and Dean suddenly felt someone take hold of them. They were surrounded by other demons. They were then frogmarched over to a building, out of sight of other people. Once they were bound, the demon from the bench spoke.

"Well, who would have thought the Winchesters would have been so easy to trap," it sneered, pacing in front of them.

"Just what exactly are you doing here, Pestilence is gone," said Sam.

"Keeping an eye on things, doing a report if you like," it replied.

"Well report this, your boss's days are numbered!" snapped Dean.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be terrified!" scoffed the demon. "But, at least I'll get rewarded for bringing him the Winchesters,"

At that point there was a knock and another demon entered. It whispered something to the bench demon and then left.

"Ok, so just why did you come here?" it sneered.

"Your boss left a calling card," said Dean, with a glare. "Thought we should pay him a visit,"

"You think you're so clever, why willingly walk into a trap?" it said, with a snarl.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other, why on earth did it think that. Dean was contemplating a reply when he felt his bindings loosen, but he wasn't the only one, Sam felt it too.

"Well, it's a secret, come closer and I'll tell you it," said Dean.

The demon looked suspicious, yet it still came closer.

"Go on then, tell me your little plan," it sneered.

Dean smirked, then in one movement slipped his bindings and punched the demon in its face. The other demon in the room went for Dean, but Sam who was now also free, had pulled out the knife and stabbed the demon. The bench demon was on the floor, crawling backwards. Dean grabbed it and Sam threatened it with the knife.

"Now tell us where Pestilence is, or you're dead," snapped Dean.

"I…I don't know," it stuttered.

Sam cut it with the knife, it snarled.

"Ok, maybe I heard something about him heading west towards Wyoming," it grumbled.

"You better not be lying, or I will come back and kick your ass!" snarled Dean, throwing the demon across the room.

They then left quickly, amazed that there were seemingly no other demons blocking their path. Once back outside, they headed for the impala and got in.

"Was it just me, or was that completely weird to you," said Sam to Dean, as they sat in the car.

"You mean the whole, knot loosening thing?" queried Dean.

"Well yeah, and the whole thing were it thought we knew the demons were planning a trap," continued Sam. "I think it had something to do with the one that entered,"

"Hmm, something's just not right, but let's get out of here," replied Dean.

"Yep, let's go," agreed Sam.

They drove off at a rapid pace, the impala roaring away. Back in the house, the demon pulled its self off the floor. It was going to get punished for its failure. It yelled for a demon to come, no way was it going down alone, but none appeared. It snarled in anger at the incompetence of the others, and was about to call again when it stopped. A low growl had caught it's attention.

"No one's coming," growled a voice.

"What makes you think that?" replied the bench demon.

"Cause, they're all dead," continued the voice.

"Your with the Winchesters aren't you," it snapped.

"No, they don't even know I'm here," the voice replied.

"So, why are you here then?" said the demon, a hint of nervousness in its voice.

"Cause I was sent, but know I'm not going to kill you," the voice said, with a laugh.

"Why?"

"Cause unfortunately for you, there is something much worse in store," the voice said, as the owner of the voice moved out of the shadows and into the light.

"You don't scare me!" snarled the demon.

"I'm not the one you should fear," it said, as it blinked and its eyes took on a soft glowing light.

"No!" snarled the demon.

"Goodbye," it replied, as it touched the demon, which vanished from where it cowered.

It looked at the spot where the demon had been, before vanishing from the house and reappearing outside. It sniffed the air, picking up the scent of the impala and then once again continued after it.

There was a crashing sound from the basement. I got up from where I had been sat at the kitchen table, drinking tea. I preyed the noise hadn't woken Gabriel. Taking out my gun, I made my way to the door and headed into the basement. I turned the light on and stared at what lay cowering on the floor, caught in one of the many traps. The man glanced up at me, staring at me, looking me up and down in disbelief.

"I…I know you, but…" he started.

"Well, I suppose you would," I said, smiling slightly. "After 5 years down there, I'd think you would have seen me once or twice,"

"How are you here?" he asked, nervously.

"Doesn't matter, but now I have work to do," I replied, continuing down the steps.

"What do you mean?" he asked, still staring.

"Oh the things I've learned," I said with a slightly evil smile. "Shall we begin?"

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