Disclaimer: Nope, the bank is still telling me that I can't buy WB anytime soon, and I've not made a dime out of any of my stories to go towards it, either.

Authors Note: Yeah, I know only a little update- more either tomorrow or the next day, I promise.

Title: The Power Within

Rating: T

Summary: It was Dean's true calling, and he took it.

Warnings: Language

Spoilers for: Devils' trap?

Part One (continued)

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Dean hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand.

"We'll, we're gonna have to walk, Sammy." he said, looking out of the window at their surroundings.

Nothing but trees. Nothing but God Damn trees!

"It's Sam." The younger grunted.

"Whatever, but we're still gonna have to walk." Dean frowned and opened the car door, ready to get out.

"Wait-" Sam stopped him.

"What?" Dean asked, frustrated. The sooner they got walking, the better.

"Don't you carry a spare can in the trunk? Just enough to get us to the gas station?" The youngest asked.

Dean shook his head. "No. Now, Come on!" He stepped up and out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sam sighed and followed. "So- where to?"

Dean scanned the road ahead. "Honestly? I don't know."

Sam frowned. "What do you mean you don't know? Wait- I think there was a gas station back in the last town we passed."

Dean nodded, relieved. "Let's go, College Boy."

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Dean stepped through the gas station door. "Oh man," he muttered, pulling a twenty out of his pocket.

"Hi!" The cheery employee behind the counter grinned at him. "How can I help you today?"

"Uh-" Dean bit his lip. "Do you know where the next hotel is? Me and my brother..." He said, indicating towards the taller figure leaning up against the Impala in the lot outside.

The girl followed Deans' gaze out of the window and nodded. "Sure," she said, a little disheartened. "Just down the road, turn left on the first corner and right on the second."

Dean smiled and nodded at her; too tired to say anything else but 'thanks' as he walked out of the door and towards his car.

"So?" Sam asked, getting to his feet from his position leaning against the hood of the '67 Chevy.

"There's a hotel close, probably a dodgy one by the looks of this place," He nodded towards the never ending expanse of nothingness surrounding them. "But it'll do."

Sam nodded and got into the drivers seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean shouted, thinking about the last time his brother had driven his baby. And crashed it.

"Driving... what does it look like I'm doing?" Sam asked innocently.

"Give me the keys." The eldest brother demanded, his face turning a pale shade of red, and even more so as Sam refused.

"No, Dean. You look lie shit- and I'm driving." He told him firmly. "Get in."

Dean sighed and folded. He was too tired to argue- but if Sammy did anything so much as scratch his baby he would kill him, revive him and kill him again. He climbed into the passengers seat beside his brother, and slapped Sammy across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Sam exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head where Dean's hand had just impacted. "What was that for!"

"For being such a good brother." Dean smirked.

-

Sam pulled the car into the empty parking lot outside the hotel. Dean was right- it was dodgy. But still, it was a hotel, and that was the best they could do tonight. "Dean," Sam whispered, looking over towards his sleeping brother. "Dean."

"Piss off, Sam." Dean muttered sleepily.

"Dean, we're at the hotel now-" Sam continued, ignoring his brothers request.

"Dude, I said piss off!" Dean opened his eyes for a moment, glared at his brother and closed them again.

Sam shrugged. "Whatever." He mumbled, stepping out of the car and shutting the door behind him, leaving Dean in the passengers seat asleep.

He set off towards the front door of the hotel, and then into the main lobby.

"A room for one, thanks." He told the pretty blonde. God, Dean would be sad if he knew what he was missing... by his standards, anyways. He thought, taking Mr. A. Sandersons' credit card out of his wallet and paying for the room.

"There you go, sir." The receptionist smiled and handed him the key to room number forty. "Thanks." He smiled, took the key from her and walked off towards the stairs and up to his room.

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Dean's eyes fluttered open. It was dark outside- What the hell? Where were they?

"Sammy?" He muttered, glancing around the interior of his car. No Sam. Where was he?

"Sam?" He asked again, a little louder this time. No response. Dean groaned and sat all the way up in the passenger seat.

"Sam!" he demanded. Still nothing. All of a sudden the flashing neon light from the dodgy hotel they were parked out the front of caught his eye.

"Dammit, Sam." He muttered as the car door creaked open and he stepped out into night, pulling his jacked tighter around him to sheild himself from the icy night air.

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Okay, so the room number is going to hold some sort of significance... can you figure out what?
It'd be great if you guys could tell me what you think about the update, too!
I havent been a writing for a while, and it was kinda rushed tonight. Hope it's okay.. if not I'll re-write.
thanks, Kate