Death and Destiny
A/n: Like I said another chapter! Enjoy!!
Chapter 7:
"Demons, Hell Hounds, and Exorcisms"
Then,
Castle Rock, Colorado: Earth
Loews Denver Hotel
"But seriously, I think we should keep going. Hit the next town. It's bound to be somewhere more exciting than this place."
Sam smirks. "Can't ague with that. I swear every town we've been to so far is freakin' frontier land. The next town or city actually, is Colorado Springs."
Dean nods. "Alright, lets pack it up. That's at least a few hours drive from here."
"Yippee." Sam mumbles.
Dean grins.
Sam, being at least a few inches taller than his older brother, can't be blamed for his lack of enthusiasm. Squeezing into his brothers black 1967 Chevy Impala is no picnic.
As Sam picks up his bags and heads for the car he mumbles, "This is going to be a long trip…"
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SGC, Cheyenne Mountain: Earth
"See I'm thinking someone does need to die. How else am I going to get you to realize that this isn't a game?" I look around the room. "How about... him." I point to a random guard in the room and shoot him in the head.
Everyone in the room, even John, flinches. I redirect the gun back to John's head. "Now," I say. "let's try this again. I going to walk out that door and you're not gonna stop me. Because if you don't, and you try anything, you'll be mopping up skull before you can get a shot in."
Everyone's still in a bit of shock, so no one answers me. "Tick, Tock." I say. "Better answer before the buzzer..."
Now,
At the Same Time, en Route to Colorado Springs:
Impala, 27 minuets away from Colorado Springs
As the Impala speeds down the interstate, AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' can be heard blasting form the stereo.
"Dude, how long till we get to Colorado Springs? Feels like we've been driving forever!" Dean says.
Sam looks up from his phone. "First of all you're the one driving and you're asking ME how much time's left? Seriously. And second we've only been driving for two hours."
"Exactly." Dean responds. "Two hours of seeing nothing but farm after farm after... Oh, look!" Dean points out the window. "A cow! Exciting! How's that for a change of scenery?" He gives a frustrated sigh.
Sam just rolls his eyes. "We should be around 2, 2 ½ miles out. So, about 25, 27 minuets."
Dean gives Sam one of his trademark smirks. "I knew I brought you along for some reason."
Sam was about to reply when his phone alert went off. "Huh, that's funny..."
"Funny 'ha,ha' or funny 'weird'?" Asks Dean.
"Funny weird. You remember Rodney right?"
Dean seemed to think for a second. "Yeah, the 'I'm smarter than you, know it all' dude with Cujo?"
"Yeah, the hell hound job that you and I worked a few years back. And Dean, he IS smarter than you. Hell, he's smarter than me!"
"Whatever..." Dean mumbles. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"I just got a Friend Finder text saying he's in town."
"What, here? In Colorado Springs?"
"Yep."
"Dude, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that you actually have Friend Finder or the fact that you have Rodney on Friend Finder."
"Dean, unlike you I try to keep up with my friends. Besides he was one the few people that actually had some knowledge on what we do. How do you think he found dad?"
Dean gives Sam a look. "I don't know, Yellow Pages?"
Sam snorts. "Yeah. I'm sure."
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I like the guy fine but he can be a bit..."
Sam cuts in. "Condescending, rude, arrogant?"
"Yeah, that."
"Seriously though, a few weeks ago Rodney e-mailed me some Latin transcripts. He asked me if I had any free time if I could cross reference it and see if anything similar came up. He said he would do it himself but he's been on some government field trip and hasn't been able to return to the land of Internet, library's, and Checkers since his friends funeral. Compliments of Uncle Sam."
Sam saw Dean about to say something and interrupted. "His words, not mine."
Dean nodded and went on to his next statement. "So what, the Latin, did you find anything?"
"Yeah, actually I did. I ran a quick check and sent back what I found."
"What was it?"
Sam sighs. "It's a demon summoning ritual. A powerful one. I mean, who ever it was used on would literally be possessed by the nearest demon and be binded with that demon. It would be hell to exorcise"
"Sounds like fun... Did Rodney ever write back?"
Sam shook his head. "No, I get e-mails from him every few weeks, so I'm assuming that's when he's able to access the Internet. I should be getting another e-mail in a few days, but seeing as he's in town..."
"You're thinking he deiced to make the special delivery himself?"
Sam turns and stares out the window. "Maybe.."
Dean glances at Sam. "Ah, I know that look."
Sam turns and looks at Dean. "What look?"
"The look that says 'some thing's bothering me, ask me why."
"I do not have that look."
"Do too." Dean says.
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do ..." Sam groans. "I can't believe I'm this conversation with my 27 year old, older, highlight older brother."
Dean laughs. "You need to stop worrying so much, Sammy. You have Rodney number right?"
"Yeah..."
"Then call him."
"That's probably the best idea you've had since... well, a while. And by the way, It's Sam."
"Whatever, Sammy." Dean made sure to emphasize on Sam's childhood name.
Sam just rolled his eyes and started to dial.
"Rinng! Rinng!"
"Rinng! Rinn..."
"Hello?"
T.B.C...