Well here goes chapter three, I hope you all are enjoying!
Disclaimer: If I did own Supernatural I wouldn't be sitting here right now...
"Where the hell are we?" Dean was getting anoyed. There was a single dirt road in front of them, but other then that, nothing.
"Ilchester, Maryland." Sam looked around, he knew they didn't have a choice but it was the last car he wanted to take. "Come on, we parked further up the road." A hard silence came over the two, by we Dean knew Sam ment him and Ruby. They started to walk down the road and around the corner, the only sound was the gravel crunching under their feet.
"Well that's a real incinpicuous car Sammy." Sam grimiced at Ruby's car. She had liked to drive something fast. Still it was a car and it meant they didn't have to walk.
"I'll drive." Sam pulled the keys out of his pocket and slipped into the drivers seat. Dean slowly got into the passangers seat, but looked uncomfertable sittting there. "Where did you leave the Impala?" He started the car as he spoke.
"Bobby's house." Dean looked out the side window as he spoke. "We need to go to Chuck's first, that's where I left Cas." There was an emotion in Dean's voice that Sam didn't understand. He thought for a second until it came to him. Chuck is protected by an archangel, so what happened to Cas? Then it hit him like a wave, it would have killed Castiel. The archangel would have ripped him apart. Sam pushed his foot down a little harder on the gas.
Once again Chuck found himself wishing to be someone else. Anyone else would have been better then him. He wanted to blame Sam and Dean, to hate them for all of this. Of course he couldn't because he knew what they had been through. Once Dean left the archangel came. Castiel tried but he didn't stand a chance. The archangel ripped him appart. When everything was over Chuck went straight to the whiskey. Now that things were back to normal the visions came back too. He knew Sam didn't kill Lilith and he knew they were coming. So he went and sat on what was left of his couch and waited.
The car slowed to a stop outside Chuck's house. It was the longest most uncomfertable car ride Dean had ever been on, and he spent most of his life in a car. The car itself was nice, but too new and shinny. It also smelt like Ruby. That was the most disturbling thing.
"We're here." Sam hadn't spoken a word the whole ride. He got out of the car and looked back at it in distaste. "Maybe Chuck wants to trade cars." He led the way up the front step.
"We could only hope." Dean muttered under his breath, Chuck would know whos car it was. When they made it to the front door Dean pulled out his gun. The front door was open a crack. He looked at Sam and motioned that he would go first. Raising his gun he moved forward checking both left and right before moving into the other room. That is where Chuck was sitting.
"I wish I could say I am glad to see you." Chuck sounded dull and lifeless.
"What happened to Cas." Dean couldn't take anymore jokes or beating around the bush.
"It ripped him appart, there was nothing left when it was done." He took a swig fromt the whiskey bottle before offering it to Dean. He took the bottle from Chuck gratefully. The whiskey tasted warm and hot in his throat, but it washed some of his misery away.
"What happens next Chuck?" Sam looked right at him expecting all the answers.
"Honestly, I don't know. All I have seen is you guys heading back to Bobby's house." He sighed, wishing he had the answers.
"Well then we will be on our way, oh and do you want to trade-" Sam was cut off by Chuck.
"Hell no, I will never go near that car." He took another large swig of wiskey.
There was one good thing about the car. It was the only good thing about it Dean could think of. The car was fast. They were racing down the highway heading back to Bobby's house and making great time. That was until the sirens sounded behind them. "Ah, what the hell." He punched the dash while the car rolled to a stop. Waiting in the silence Sam started to look for his fake license. He rolled down the window when the officer approched. The officer drew his gun and pointed it in the car.
"Come out with your hands up where I can see them!" The Winchester boy's did as he asked and were sent to the hood.
"Hands on your head!" First the officer pulled Sam's hands down and handcuffed them, then he moved on to Dean.
"What the hell are we being arrested for!" Dean struggled against the officer, even though he was the one with the gun.
"This car has had a stolen car report on it for the past couple of months." Dean turned to glare at Sam who just shrugged.
"I think we should have just walked." Dean glared at the car that had given them so much hell.
Well thats it for chapter three!
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