Before Dean had time to question Death on exactly where they were going and who they were looking for he was behind the Impala's wheel on a lonely stretch of highway heading towards the Hell Gate in Wyoming. Grabbing the wheel hard and swerving to keep from running off the road Dean swore under his breath. Bobby had a death grip on the dash and was looking over the seat to check on Sam who had been flung to the floor.
"We get done with this I have a few things to say to the cosmic influences .. " Bobby muttered as he looked back towards the road. Dean cast a wary glance his way.
"You ok?" Bobby snorted and gave Dean a scathing glare.
"Are you?" Dean tilted his head and sighed. "Sam ok?"
"M'fine other than the fact that I feel like I was hit by a planet for the second time this week." Dean glanced at his brother in the rear view mirror.
"You got any idea on where we're going to?" Sam nodded.
"Not far from the Hell Gate was an old farm house near that deserted town, she's there. You'll know when we get close, she's warded the place pretty heavily with sigils. Apparently Death warded us with some to keep her from knowing where close to her as well." Bobby frowned and looked over his shoulder at Sam.
"How do you know that?" he asked. Sam's hazel eyes twinkled.
"She's been blowing my cell phone up with text messages wanting to know what's going on and why she can't track us. I'm sending her a message letting her know its angel interference. It should keep her off our scent till we're too close for her to run."
As soon as it left his mouth Sam's phone rang and he jumped. The call was blocked but somehow he knew it was her on the other line. He met Dean's eyes in the rear view mirror and he knew that Dean knew it too.
"Hello?"
"Which one of you did he leave the message with?" A heavy southern, yet distinctly feminine voice growled from the other end of the line. Vague memories of laughter filled Sam's head and he was lost in the warm tones it invoked. He'd felt protective, strongly attracted, though he'd never been able to feel much other than that without his soul. Now it invoked other feelings, feelings he'd been prevented from back then but bombarded with now.
"Sam?" she blurted out, breaking into his reverie. Dean's eyes became more concerned as he watched carefully in the mirror.
"Me." A soft sigh.
"Things must be cosmically screwed then, if he's forcing this now, how is Bobby? He did tell him that not all of Sioux Falls was destroyed right?" Sam nodded into the phone.
"Yes, do you know what the body count was?" he asked, trying to remain professional.
"I can tell you that Castiel's crew managed to get about a third of the population out before Raphael's band of merry men crash landed like a nuclear bomb. They're in what's being called a safe zone a few towns away. Networks are having a hay day, calling it the apocalypse all over again. They don't know how right they are." She cut off for a second and Sam checked his phone to make sure they hadn't been disconnected.
"Listen Sam, I know I can't run, so I'm going to get this over before you get here. We made a decision; it wasn't easy, for either of us. You knew something wasn't right, I didn't want to tell you what it was. When we split up, you bought this farm house, don't ask where you got the funds, soul back an' all I figure you'd probably stress over it for nothing." Sam sighed, Great. "Point is, we never intended to hook up with each other again, you figured it was safest for all involved. But I want you to know that it wasn't until we split up that you went over the edge. But it was necessary, I wasn't in any shape to take care of things myself, so you went all Psycho Johnny to protect me. I want you to know that, because when you get here I don't want you to regret anything."
"I don't understand." Sam whispered.
"I know you don't, but once you get here you will." Sam sighed, frustrated with the way the call ended.
"What could be so bad that we would have gone to these lengths to cover up something I did. I mean we already know I turned into a heartless murder, what could be worse?" Sam ground out angrily.
"Dude, wasn't you ..." Sam shook his head.
"That excuse left the train station long time ago Dean." he said.
"Well you'll find out soon enough, Hell Gates down that road, so the farm house shouldn't be too far away." Bobby said, looking at Sam over his shoulder.
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