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Chapter Fourteen
A cold wind blew the door open further. Dean's brows furrowed; he was still sleeping. The wind's push made the door bang against the wall. His eyes opened immediately.
He looked around. Jonquil's sleeping form was hidden by the masses of covers on the other bed. Sam was not sleeping on the ottoman. Nor was he anywhere is in the visible part of the room. Dean got up softly. His footsteps made no noise on the carpeted floor. The bathroom was empty.
Where was he? Dean's initial instinct was panicked. He knew it had been a bad idea to go to sleep. He knew it. But his body would not heed his mind for once.
Dean looked around once more and turned to the open door. His eyes widened in disbelief and he shook his head. He stepped outside. Peering over the walkway, he looked down. Jonquil's truck was parked, but the Impala was not there.
This was not good.
"Close the door." Dean turned to Jonquil's voice. She was still under the covers.
"I'm leaving."
The girl bolted up. She appeared in a haze, but her eyes were sharp. "Excuse me?"
"I'm leaving. Sam's gone, he's taken the Impala, and something's gone wrong. I can't stay here. You can handle this shit yourself. I've said it all along."
"Let's really not go there right now. Close the door, damn it!" She shook with shivers.
Dean grabbed his duffel bag and shut the door behind him. Jonquil stared at the door. Her eyes glanced at the old clock on the wall. Two forty five. Her eyes remained on the clock, but she did not see the second hand move. It was as though time had stood still.
Jonquil froze. Realization dawned on her. She jumped out of the bed and ran out the room.
"Dean! DEAN! STOP!"
As he walked away, he turned to see Jonquil in an oversized Marine Corps shirt, blue flannel pants and white socks.
"This doesn't have to do with you anymore!"
"Yes, it does! Please come back!"
Dean kept walking. A minute later he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to meet Jonquil, who panted as she tried to keep up with his hurried pace.
"I told you to go. I can't help you anymore. Sam's gone."
"I know, I know. But there are two problems….Slow down!"
"There is only one problem and that is you. You made him go away, now I leave too. I have to find him."
"He's not a baby…"
"But you are. So go home, I don't have time to deal with you right now." He shook her off. Jonquil stood still and crossed her arms. She frowned.
"Tell me, where do you think you're going without a ride?"
Dean stopped. He turned with a frown, and his mouth oopen in a circle. He pursed his lips and looked at the parking lot.
"I can have any car I want. Now stop wasting my time."
"No. You're coming with me because it has to do with me."
"Not so sure about that." He smiled shaking his head, walking away.
"It was a demon Dean. It was Wrath."
He turned to her again, and neared her. "How do you know that? What? You saw it?"
"The clock was not moving. All the signs were nearing us. Nephi was hit, and it was moving downward."
"That doesn't mean anything."
Jonquil gave him hard eyes. He could not mask his denial. "You know it does."
Dean breathed hard, glancing between Jonquil and the surrounding cars. "Fine, fine. So he's possessed. You're sure it's by Wrath?"
"Did you not see how he was acting?"
Dean acknowledged this, but he also acknowledged that the same questions were stirring in him.
"Fine. Get your stuff."
Jonquil ran back upstairs and grabbed all her stuff. She looked around the room, making sure everything was gone.
Dean saw the girl in the oversized shirt head down the stairs, as he waited by the truck. Time was wasting. He saw that she turned to the main office and frowned.
He saw her bang on the window. Moments later, the old man showed up. Dean did not understand what was going on. He soon heard her voice, and the old man getting loud as well. They were gesturing to each other. What was going on?
As Dean made his way to the front desk, with an ever deepening scowl, he heard their argument more clearly.
"I need to check the beds then!"
"I don't have time for this old man. Give me the money!"
"Or what?"
Dean reached the front desk, in time to see Jonquil about to pull her piece out.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jonquil turned to Dean with a deranged look. "This fool's trying to keep the twenty. We didn't break the beds!"
"Forget the money and come!"
Dean grabbed Jonquil's arm, and pulled her away.
"What the hell was that?"
Dean looked at Jonquil warily as they headed toward the truck.
Jnquil slammed the door shut, and started up the engine. She revved up the truck and hit the gas. Dean glanced at the dashboard. She was doing far more than the recommend speed limit. Far more.
"What was what? Shut up man. Hit that button. I said hit the fucking button! We're gonna get Sam, so calm down."
Jonquil's eyes snapped at Dean's. He shrank back, mainly because the woman driving seemed raving mad, and partially because he wasn't sure what button she wanted him to hit.
Dean frowned suddenly. What was he doing cowering amidst books? From a little girl? Well, not a little girl…He smirked.
"I told you to hit the button…" Jonquil muttered. Her hand left the wheel and she hit the button.
"…Down at the local Laundromat. I've done got wise, an' daddy ain't goin' for that…"
Laundromat Blues crooned out from the antiquated system. Dean lifted a brow, eyes dubious. He glanced at Jonquil.
"You listen to the blues?"
"What? Can't believe it…."
"I can't believe you listen to music at all…"
"Why is that?" The car swerved and Dean shook. "Buckle up."
Dean straightened himself in the car seat. He shrugged. "I'll be fine. I mean, you don't look like the type to listen to anything. Much less blues."
"Too cool for me?"
"…Yeah. Had you out for classical or something. But I guess I don't really know. Didn't even think you were capable of pulling a gun out on an old man."
Dean looked at her and smirked. She grinned. "I'm not very agreeable when woken up. I must apologize for the scene. I'll be fine in another twenty minutes. Until then, blast my music, and shut up."
She looked at him and smiled. Dean did as he was told, with an amused look in his eyes, and a cocked brow.
Dean Winchester leaned back in his seat as the blues went on and Jonquil Salas' truck ate the road.
Blood filled Sam's vision. He could not help but watch every thing the demon had done. He set fire to a gas station, with people in it. He had committed murder, most unwillingly. And the monster within him was waiting it knew that Dean would not be far behind, and Jonquil would be tailing along as well. The time for their deaths would come soon.