Chapter Seven: Fool's Gold
Then:
Meg backed away from Sam, he looked even more confused then before. His mouth tasted different, and yet familiar. No. He looked up; Meg was bleeding from her lip. No, her tongue. "I told you, you'd like it Sammy." Sam was in both shock and relieve as he fell on the ground on to his knees.
Now:
"You-"Sam had gone speechless. The blood had made him disoriented and almost weak. He wanted to kill Meg. No. He shook his head. Something's not right. Something's different.
"Yo-, Yo-, You're welcome." She profoundly proclaimed. " Man, Sammy do you always have a hard time with words."
Within minutes the ham was down to its bones and Lucifer still hasn't shown "Are you sure we did the ritual right?" Cas gave Dean a prominent stare. He was sure. "So how come 'grand daddy puba' isn't here yet?"
Cas raised his shoulders, "Maybe he's not in town."
"What?"
"Maybe the demon lied."
Dean took a deep breath, "Are you sure?"
"If Lucifer was indeed in this town, this ritual would have brought him directly here."
Cas paused. "Unless..."
"Unless he was never here." Cas nodded his head. "Damn it Sam."
By this time the demon blood had made Sam nearly pass out. He was looking at Meg during his final moments of concisions. "Don't worry Sammy, it'll all be over soon."
He gave one last glance, "Its Sam." Using up the last of his energy, Sam finally fell completely unconscious.
"Well, too bad I couldn't have gone differently. You were always the cute one." She took a deep breath and began placing Sam on the iron bed. After then she went out and closed the steel door behind her, locking Sam in the panic room.
Dean was driving and on the phone at the same time trying to reach Bobby, nothing. He then ended the call and tried to reach Sam, busy. "Damn it!" He quickly pressed harder on the gas pedal, causing the 67' Chevy to go over 200 mph.
Cas was sitting in the passengers seat next to Dean, "You know Dean, it would be much faster if we-"
"Teleport. Not if you can bring the car with?"
Sam awoke; he was neither tied nor bound to the bed, so he stood up and looked around. He was still a little loopy from the demon blood, but it was just a minor unconvinced, he'd be able to walk it off. Sam looked forward and saw that the door was open, he quietly slipped out As Sam went up stairs, he whispered Bobby's name. "Bobby." He made it up and went straight to the kitchen, "hey bobby?" He continued, but no response. Sam then took the back stairway upstairs, his pace increased as he began looking for his fellow hunter. "Bobby?" He said as he spoke louder. Still no response. What the hell happened to you Bobby? Sam quickly went downstairs and outside to the front patio. He looked around, the place was empty...silent. After a while of looking out into the salvage yard, Sam finally came to a conclusion of Bobby's whereabouts, "Meg."
"Guess Again"
This voice startled Sam from behind. He turned around. "Lucifer." The fallen angel couldn't help but to smile incompetently toward his future vessel. "What?"
The angel clapped his hands together and increased in smile, "It is time Sam."
"Ok Cas, how long do we have left?"
"Well," he stated while looking at a unfolded map pamphlet, " looks like about 300 more miles."
"In English Cas, in English."
"Six hours."
"Make it ten minutes" A voice came from the back seat. Dean took a quick glimpse at his rearview mirror, it was Zachariah.
"Ten minutes to what?" Cas asked
"'Till Sam lets Lucifer in." He said calmly.
Dean pressed harder on the gas petal. " You're lying." He jokingly said.
"Am I Dean. Because if I was, would I have tracked you and your pair of angel wings here," he pointed to Castiel, " just to lie to you." Castiel was silent.
"You just want me to say yes to Michael."
"Hey, I'm not the one who transported Sam to Detroit." Dean pressed the breaks immediately. The Impala spun a bit, but ultimately came to a halt.
"You did what?"
"Don't look at me." Dean turned his head and looked at Cas. " He's the one who teleported your bother there."
"I did no such thing," Castiel protested, "I teleported Samuel and the demon child to the Singer Salvage Yard."
"Which is located where exactly?" Zachariah questioned.
Castiel was silent and had a piercing gaze toward the hierarchy angel. " It's located in Dakota," Dean implied, "South Dakota."
"Your only half right." The angel declared. "As Castiel here has obviously forgotten, the Singer Salvage Yard is located fully in the southern border of the Detroit city in the American state of South Dakota."
"What?" Dean was nearly speechless, He'd always thought it was gonna go down in Michigan. But at Bobby's place, never.
