Dean crumpled up the note in his hand, throwing it into the mess of Bobby's living room. He ran a hand through his hair with a disgruntled sigh.
"Should we follow him?" Carly asked.
"No. If he wants to leave, then he can leave. The plan stays the same for you and "I," Dean slowly shook his head with another sigh. "If he wants to join us, he'll call."
Bobby asked the more pressing question. "What if he gives into his urges and consumes more demon blood?"
Dean and Carly looked at one another, Carly answering Bobby's question. "If it comes to that and he goes completely dark...we'll handle it."
"I thought you were the one fighting to save him?" Bobby asked.
"I was, but now that I've seen what he is capable of when under the influence of demon blood...we just can't take any chances," Carly admitted with a shrug. "I hope it doesn't come to that, but if it does, then I will kill him myself."
In any other situation, she would never say something like that. She had been hurt by many in her short 23 years of life, but never once had she wished them dead or that she would do it herself. Yet, this was different. Sam had broken something inside Carly that may never be fixed.
Instead of yelling at Carly for saying such a thing, Bobby and Dean reluctantly agreed with her. Neither wanted to see Sam get hurt, let alone die, but in the end it may be their only option.
Bobby gave Carly and Dean directions to the motel as Carly tried to convince him to come along. They were safer together, but Bobby wouldn't have it. He didn't want to run. If he had to fight, he would, but in his own home. She accepted that answer as her and Dean got ready.
The two made sure the impala was fully packed with weaponry in case they ran into any problems along the way. Plus Bobby gave them some hex bags, paint for rune drawing, and a bottle of scotch that he held near and dear to him.
Dean tried to give it back, but Bobby insisted. If things didn't end with them winning, Dean and Carly deserved to have a good end of the world drink. The two appreciated the sentiment and set it in the backseat.
Once everything was ready to go, the two hugged Bobby tight. They prayed this would not be the last time they saw one another, but deep down they knew it could sadly be the case.
With one last wave, the two got into the car and they were off. Carly watched as Bobby slowly vanished into the distance. The motel was a few hours away, so Dean and Carly got comfortable. The ride was mostly in silence until Dean had to get gas, when he got back on the road, the two got to talking.
"When do you think the other shoe will drop?" Carly asked.
Dean met her gaze. "What do you mean?"
"I mean after that light show at the church it's been calm...like nothing ever happened. If this is supposed to be the beginning of the apocalypse, where are the signs? When will the other shoe drop?" Carly thought aloud.
As if in answer to her question, the sky above them rumbled with thunder. The sound's vibrations were so big that it shook the car. That alone made the two feel uneasy, well, until Carly turned around.
She looked out the back window and a ginormous lightning bolt struck the center of the road about 400 feet behind them then again at 300 and then 200.
"Um, Dean…" Carly muttered, her eyes getting wider by the second.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, keeping his eyes firmly on the road.
"I think you should speed up. Like I really think you should speed up. I'm pretty sure the lightning is following us."
"That's…" Before he could finish his sentence, a lightning bolt struck the road less than a hundred feet behind them, causing the car to shake and swerve. "Impossible."
"It doesn't seem that impossible to me," Carly said as she and Dean looked toward one another, Dean pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
When the car lurched forward, Carly and Dean slammed back against their seats with another lightning bolt hitting the cement less than 50 feet behind them. Dean went as fast as the car could go without causing it to completely overheat.
"Big enough of a shoe drop for you?" Dean asked, the steering wheel shaking under his fingertips.
They swerved around a few more lightning bolts with some close calls. After a few minutes, the sky returned to a baby blue as if nothing had happened. Dean slowed the car to a stop as the two looked behind them, the storm nowhere in sight as if it appeared and disappeared out of nothing.
"That cannot be normal," Carly muttered.
"No, certainly not."
The two caught their breath before Dean got back on the road. The rest of the drive was smooth sailing or as smooth as it could be at least. When they reached the motel, it was just after sunset with the sky still showing the faint colors of red, orange, and yellow.
The building looked like any other motel, but there was a symbol carved into the no vacancy sign that told them they were in the right place. Dean and Carly approached the front office, Dean opening the door for Carly as the dim overhead lights cast down upon them.
Behind the front desk sat a burly woman with a dirty plaid shirt over her t-shirt and jeans. She was reading some kind of animal hunting magazine and did not notice Dean nor Carly until they were directly in front of the counter. She looked up with a glare, her yellow teeth showing as she chewed gum with her mouth half open.
"May I help you?" she asked with a raspy voice.
Dean sighed, stepping forward. "We're looking for a room that we can have for a while. We're on a case and need a place to lay our head."
"How many beds?" she asked, looking from Dean to Carly and back again.
"Two."
She muttered under her breath as she typed something on the computer beside her. The woman offered her hand for the money and Dean pulled out one of the many scammed credit cards that he had within his wallet. The woman swiped the card and waited.
When the screen said approved, she returned the card to Dean, getting up from her chair to grab a key from the glass case behind her. She rummaged through it before grasping a key with a yellow tag hanging from it, placing it on the counter in front of Dean.
"You'll be in room 34 on the other end of the building. Don't bring work back to the room with you. I've cleaned up enough blood to last a lifetime," she muttered.
"Noted," Dean said, grabbing the key with an awkward nod.
The two walked back out the front doors, the woman watching as they went. They returned to the car and drove around the building where they spotted their room. Once parked, the two approached the room with Dean putting the key in the lock and pushing the door open.
Carly flipped the lightswitch, illuminating the space. It was nothing special and a little outdated, but it would work for what they needed regardless. Dean claimed the bed closest to the door in case they came into some trouble, which Carly had no issue with.
Dean brought in some of the guns from the car to clean them as Carly turned the news on. The more they watched, the more they realized things were only going to get worse. Aside from random and abrupt lightning storms, water levels in the ocean had risen by a few feet, normally peaceful animals were freaking out to the point of attacking humans, and swarms of locusts were appearing everywhere. The crazy religious knew the signs for the apocalypse and reasoned that the end of times was here; if only they knew how right they truly were.
"It's only been a day and it's already this bad. What are we going to do?" Carly asked.
"I say we get some sleep and figure it out in the morning," Dean suggested.
"How can you even think of sleep at a time like this?" Carly asked.
Dean shrugged. "There is nothing we can do right now and dealing with it tired won't help anybody. Get some rest and we can figure it out in the morning."
The two settled in for some much needed sleep. Dean passed out almost instantly, while Carly tossed and turned for hours. At some point she must've dozed off because one moment she was in the motel room and the next she was back in her childhood home.
The sight of her home confused her. The last time she had been here was when Azazel told her of the demon blood coursing through her veins. She hesitantly listened through the house for a sound, but heard nothing. It was eerily quiet as she began tiptoeing up the stairs when she saw the fireplace was lit in the living room.
She took a few steps back off the stairs and approached the open doorway. Carly entered one foot at a time, keeping her guard up just in case. Once inside, she noticed a shadowed figure with their back to her, facing the fireplace as she did.
Carly found a brass candle holder on the table beside the door and took it in her hand. Holding it up with both hands she stepped farther into the room. She stood behind the chair and spoke. "Who are you and why am I here?"
The figure rose up from the chair and turned to face Carly. The sight of said person made Carly drop the candle holder onto the floor with a clatter.
She stood perfectly still while muttering one single word. "Mom?"