SUPERNATURAL
THE PARCAEX RITUAL
Note – Honestly, there are parts of this chapter that I don't know what I was on when I wrote it – but I hope you enjoy nonetheless =D You'll know what I mean when you get there.
Chapter Six
Cataclysm.
The ground beneath Dean and Bela shook ferociously, chaos ensuing around them, and they knew instantly that something was horribly wrong. Trees were uprooted, crashing to the ground with solid, unnerving force, and deep cracks embedded themselves in the tarred surface of road beneath their feet.
A terrible roar pierced the sky and the once-dark storm clouds suddenly turned a violent shade of scarlet, a fiery breeze sweeping across the land. There was no way to describe the true terror. It was as if the entire underworld was imploding upon itself - only without a spectacular display of mushroom explosions and eternally burning flames.
'Bela!' Dean yelled over the noise, 'What's happening!?'
She covered her face in her arms as another tree hit the ground beside her, overwhelming her with fragments of bark and a gust of dirt mingled with splinters.
'I don't know!' she replied, choking on the dust. 'But something is wrong! It's not like anything I've ever seen before!'
The entire airspace suddenly became riveted with thick clouds of black smoke. It was as if every being in Hell had suddenly arisen and begun to wreck havoc around them.
'Quick!' Dean said, pulling Bela off the road and into the deep bushland beyond. She shook her head, but Dean urged her forwards, 'I don't think we want to be caught out in the open right now!'
Reluctantly she let Dean begin to drag her towards the bushland. But they turned back almost instantly. A burning fireball had erupted from no visible source, plunging out of the sky and into the forest, causing an instant bushfire and destroying their hopes of being hidden.
'Oh…shit, Dean. RUN!'
He didn't need telling twice. The two of them sprinted back onto the road as fast as their legs would carry them, and Dean took a moment to look shocked; Bela was surprisingly quick on her feet.
Stopping, Dean and Bela fought to keep balance as the earth quaked beneath them; it's magnitude similar to that of an earthquake.
A freaking enormous earthquake - even by L.A standards, which is saying something.
Looking up at the scene before them, they saw the sky brimming with the shadows of demonic shapes moving quickly in tandem. There were thousands of them; hundreds of thousands. The lack of demonic presence up until now had been understandable at the least, and the sheer population of Hell shocked Dean immensely. He'd expected big – just not this big. More and more were streaming by with each second.
What could possibly make every single inhabitant of Hell just jump out of their hiding places and react in such a way?
Suddenly, Bela gasped.
Dean turned to her, a questioning look imprinted upon his face. 'Dean,' she whispered, turning to him with a look of astonishment. 'The Devils Gates have been opened again.'
The immense force emitted from the roar sent fear coursing through Sam and Bobby's entire body – not to mention knocking them from their feet. Lilith was also on the ground, the Manuscripts lying forgotten beside her, but now that she'd finished the chant she disregarded them and continued on to finish the ritual.
The forcefield had disappeared, but Sam could hardly stand up, let alone muster energy enough to fight Lilith – or even make it to her, for that matter.
The best offence he had was to simply gasp as Lilith drew from her pocket the Demon-killing knife, and walked slowly over to where Ruby lay pressed up against yet another headstone, her eyes fixed on Sam in a pleading manner.
But there was nothing he could do.
How had Lilith gotten the knife? Sam thought suddenly. How did she manage to retrieve it when it was in my possession after she had disappeared?
Ruby never stopped staring at Sam, but her look was no longer pleading; – it almost seemed as if she had given up, like she was waiting for the end – it looked almost apologetic, perhaps encouraging.
Sam nodded to her, and a tear glistened beneath Ruby's eye. Sam turned away, fixing his stare upon the Manuscripts lying only metres from him. He crawled on all fours, keeping an eye stationed on Lilith and her Demons, but they were all too immersed in Ruby's sacrifice to notice what he planned to do.
Lilith finally reached the place where Ruby lay, and without a single moment of hesitation she swung the knife through the air in a swift movement across the helpless Ruby's neck, slashing her throat and watching the blood drain onto the grass.
Sam fought back the urge to yell out in mourn, for he knew it would help neither him nor Ruby. He simply paused and watched for a moment in silence as the life in her eyes vanished and her body became utterly limp.
He felt great sorrow for Ruby. Even though she was a demon, all she had ever wanted was to help – to feel somewhat human again. She had saved their life on countless occasions, and Sam hoped that at least now she would pass into the afterlife rather than return to Hell.
She wouldn't last another thousand years as herself.
The vibration expelling from the ground suddenly rose to a dangerous level; it was as if continental plates beneath the surface had all managed to collide together at the exact same point with such tremendous force that it caused a full-scale earthquake.
The roaring increased tenfold, and as it came ever closer to the point of emerge from the gates of Hell, the Demons knew that the deed was done.
Sam knew that he didn't have much time. He lifted the Manuscripts off the ground and surveyed the odd inscriptions once more. He then knew what he had to do.
'I precor Vanatuhi, vetus regus of des barathrum.'
I invoke Vanatuhi, ancient lord of the underworld.'
Sam knew that the Demons would notice him at any moment, and so he stood up, holding the Manuscripts in front of him and beginning to read; his voice amplified extraordinarily throughout the clearing as he did so.
The scripts were translated into some form of Latin; nothing he could understand, but at least he could read it.
'Potestas satanica, incursio propinare et magister omnis hostic tremunt. Vadem, qeuen, dominiocs audi sanctae ecclesiae.'
Lilith and her army were too late. As Sam had begun reading, they had all simultaneously started rushing towards him, but were deflected by the large electrical dome that had immersed Sam and the Devils Gates within itself, protecting him against the enemy.
There was only one flaw in this plan.
Lucifer was still emerging from those gates.
Sam was running out of time. He had trapped himself in a magical dome with his very worst nightmare – he just hoped that he could buy himself enough time to save Dean and escape before Lucifer emerged and tore him to pieces.
He read faster. 'Diabolica contremisces et effuge, invocato terribili nomine, inferi libertate servire tes rogamus terogamus ecclesiam tuan secure facias tibi libertate sancto congregatio!'
Sam felt his mind aching; quite understandable, really, considering that he was attempting to gain complete and utter control over the most powerful place known to mankind. 'Audi, erogamus sanctae ab humilare, immundus!'
And that final word left his mouth in a breath of extraordinary power; the strangest and most addictive feeling Sam had ever witnessed. His mind was in total control, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. It was as if thousands of years of wisdom were simply flooding into his brain; the memories and history of Hell itself updating its new part-time ruler on the ancient ways.
Images of despicable and unthinkable acts flashed through his head, and so he put them to the back of his mind and concentrated all his foremost thoughts on Dean; on brining him back from that damned place he was trapped within.
He felt his energy seeping away, but clung on to the power with all his might and knew that it was working. He didn't stop thinking of Dean. He thought of the last day they had ever spent together, working so hard to save him from that accursed deal; he thought of the many years of hunting they'd spent together before that, and forgotten childhood moments flooded back into his memory.
But controlling hell was no painless task, and very soon his struggle to cope with the power became overwhelming. He felt as if his head were on fire, burning his insides; the whites of his eyes cold and empty, rolling to the back of his head as he struggled with the immense task set before him.
Dean and Bela had taken cover again, this time just beside the road in a small ditch, where they prayed they wouldn't be found. Yes, that's right, praying. Well, not really – it's just that praying is apparently synonymous with the deep hope they felt of not being found.
'Why are all these Demons suddenly awake?' Dean asked her, looking up into the sky fearfully as they continued to stream past.
'There's been a disturbance from the outside,' she answered, glancing upwards too. 'If you remember the last time you boys opened those gates, it was as if every Demon in hell was fighting to escape. And it's happening again, Dean, but it seems that – though the exit is open – they're all trapped and can't escape somehow.'
'I don't understand.'
Bela shook her head. 'Neither do I. It'll all be over soon enough, I guess we will just have to… Dean?' She blinked at him. 'Oh my god, Dean!'
His physical image was flickering before her eyes, distorting and, it seemed, attempting to withdraw itself from the world he had been trapped within. Dean stood up and examined himself, eyes wide with shock.
Bela simply looked up at him in amazement. 'No way…' she whispered.
'Bela? What's happening?' There were traces of fear in Dean's voice.
Bela gulped. 'You're passing through into the real world, Dean. I don't know how he did it, but it seems that Sam found a way to save you after all.'
Tears leaked from her eyes, falling like raindrops to the ground below and imprinting themselves in the soil. It was clear to Dean now that Bela knew she would be spending the rest of her days alone, whereas Dean would be taken back to Earth to live the rest of his own life without the pain and torture of Hell that she would suffer.
Though it was hardly a believable fact, it was as if Bela had changed during the weeks she'd spent in Hell. Dean felt as if he was losing a close friend.
A friend.
He saw her as a friend; no longer a deceiving enemy from their past lives. He felt great pity and sorrow for Bela, and as his body detached itself from the fiery depths of Hell itself, Dean swore to himself that he would do whatever it took to get her out of there.
It was a feeling like no other.
To know that you're in complete and arrant control, that everything before you is within your grasp and can be manipulated exactly as you wish. It is a power some would die for, but the only difficulty with dying for that power is that you won't live to use it.
Sam had become mentally overwhelmed by the sensation, feeling the power flood through his veins; almost as if he was witnessing – for just a few brief minutes - what it would have been like if he'd chosen the path Azazel had set for him.
A leader amongst Demons.
And in that moment, it sure sounded – and felt – quite tempting.
But after what seemed like an eternity, the energy began to subside and he was at last able to open his eyes and see the world through mortal vision. His own.
And Sam wasn't sure whether he liked it any better that way or not.
It was an odd feeling - like his blood was being purified - as that sense of control continued to escape him. Looking to side, Sam heard a small splutter from his brother's body and felt his heart race. Dean woke with a start and Sam knew instantly that he had succeeded, and a sensational warmth spread to his fingertips.
But along with his power, the force field began to diminish too, and the hungry Demons prowling the edges were simply waiting for that moment. Sam could now hear Lucifer drawing deep, rumbling breaths from within the Gates, and knew that the beast himself was very close.
The view looked very odd from Dean's perspective, knowing very little about what was going on. He sat up slowly and looked over at his brother, who had an elderly parchment clasped in his hands and a bright light illuminated him from within the large force field of lightning in which he was enveloped.
The light around Sam began to fade as the last drops of power were slowly drained from him. Dean, who suddenly realised what was happening, stood up and took a few steps further towards where his brother stood. 'Sammy!' he yelled, and along with his brother twenty Demons turned and stared at him. But none of them moved, thankfully; too preoccupied with Sam at that moment. 'Sam, listen to me! Don't stop! Save Bela, please!'
There was a moment here when it struck Sam that his brother had completely lost it - and the Parcaex Ritual was almost complete, so he knew that he couldn't hold on much longer anyway.
'BELA!' Dean yelled again, 'SAMMY, DO IT!'
It's what he wants… Sam thought, and made up his mind. But I swear, if I die for that manipulating bitch…
The tension was building up inside Sam. He knew there was very little time left, but began to concentrate on what he could remember of Bela, tapping into the forces of Hell once more. But to regain control when so much had already faded was much more strenuous, and he knew it would take a long time afterwards to rid himself of the head pains he endured during that process.
This had better be worth it, he thought sourly.
The pain overcame his mind once more, terrible power radiating through his body again. The force emitted from the electrical dome around Sam in these seconds threw both Dean and all the Demons from their feet once more.
After a few long, harsh minutes, Sam knew that it had succeeded, and for a moment he was relieved that Lucifer hadn't arrived yet. But then another thought came to his mind. He knew time was running short, but he had one last spur; one last task to do.
He concentrated every aspect of his thoughts on his father, and the face of John Winchester swam into view. It was quickly erased and replaced by a horribly vivid scene of his father's bruised and broken body, dangling from masses of chains and hooks in a dark place, his moans muffled by the sound of thunder crashing through the darkness.
But the power wasn't working. Somehow, Sam just couldn't control the fate of his father, but he didn't stop trying; didn't stop hoping. He fixed all his thoughts on helping him, and everything before him vanished for a second, flickered and then returned. But he concentrated as hard as he possibly could, to a point where the pain became completely overwhelming that he didn't think he could bear it for much longer.
Again the image of his dad's suffering disappeared, only this time he saw his father wake up in a world very much like their own - but by the bloody colour of clouds Sam knew that it was still within Hell. He had done his best, and in the end it just wasn't enough.
The connection broke, the pain finally eased and Sam felt extremely light. It was done; finished. But he'd left it just a moment too late. The forcefeild suddenly evaporated, and Sam was exposed out in the open before a herd of frustrated Demons.
And this was the least of his problems.
Fresh from the darkest corners of Hell itself, from deep inside the fiery pits of torture and pain arose the most terrifying creature that they had ever laid eyes upon.
Big was a laughable understatement. This beast was massive. Thick, black smoke flew from the Devils Gates and re-formed itself in front of their eyes, an ancient evil reawaken to resurrect its menace upon the world. It's figure was all black; a twisting, torn mass of dark flame. It's limbs hung strongly at its sides and fiery red eyes cast a sickening glow across the shadows of the graveyard. The beast radiated power, and Sam simply sat with their mouths agape beneath the true horror of its form.
It let loose a tremendous roar, shaking the treetops miles away to exercise its wrath. The Demons all managed to get to their feet – some even cowering in terror as they looked upon Satan himself, who towered above them all, breathing deeply.
As Lucifer adjusted to his new surroundings, Sam and Dean took the moment of hesitation to their advantage, knowing that if they stayed much longer they would wind up deep-fried Winchesters. Dean obviously had no idea what was going on, but had seen enough to understand that his newly freed life was – already – in mortal danger.
'Dean,' Sam quickly moved over to his brother, aware that it wouldn't be long before Lucifer spotted them, 'Dean, have you seen Bobby?'
'What – Bobby? He's here?'
'Have you seen him?'
'Uh – no… Sammy, what is –'
'No time,' Sam was becoming anxious. 'Hurry, let's get out of here.'
They decided that staying any longer to look around would prove fatal, and the two of them crawled away amidst the adrenaline rush. But they didn't get far before Lilith was aware of their departure.
'After them!' she roared, 'Fly, fly my pretties!' They heard her call in the distance. Okay, perhaps not the latter, but it sure would have been an awesome addition to the scene.
They reached the road that led into the cemetery, but knew that it wouldn't be long before the Demons caught up with them again and took them back to be slaughtered. But looking at the bright side: they had no form of transportation except their own two legs, no weapons to defend themselves with and the Demons could move ten times quicker than them in their sleep – Sam and Dean figured they had every chance of survival.
Well…almost.
But right in the nick of time, Bobby swung down from the treetops on an extraordinarily long and sturdy vine, bellowing at the top of his lungs and sweeping them into his arms before swinging off down the road and into safety.
Well, just replace the vine with a '70s model Daewoo and the bellowing with the deep grumble of an engine clearly past it's time, and you'll have pretty much the right picture, with Bobby leaning out the door beckoning to them. 'Get in – and hurry!'
They didn't need to be told twice. Opening the doors, Sam and Dean threw themselves in, piling on the back seat in awkward positions as Bobby took off down the dirt road, throwing clouds of dust from his back wheels as they spun violently.
'Bobby,' Sam gasped, pushing Dean's rear-end out of his face, 'Where did you get the car?'
Bobby was looking nervously out the rear-view mirror at the Demons that now stood on the road, watching them fade off into the distance.
'Sammy,' he started, 'How do you think a Demon gets around out here? They can't teleport, you know. I just found it parked out the front after I managed to escape when Lilith finished that accursed Ritual. But, enough of that!' he smiled, turning around. 'It's good to have you back, Dean.'
Sam couldn't have stopped the tears that streamed down his face in that moment if he had tried, as he looked upon his brother – alive and well. A happiness that he hadn't felt since Dean's death suddenly washed over him, the fulfillment of his promise bringing it on.
'Aw, come on, Sam! Be a man about this,' Dean shook his head, watching the tears drip from his brothers chin. 'I'm not dying, you know.'
Sam laughed; it really was good to have him back.
'Seriously, Sammy, snap out of it! I'm back now, and we're not going to get anything done here if you're busy slobbering all over my shoes.' He looked down. 'Well, now that it's been brought to my attention – you think we could stop somewhere and get me some shoes, Bobby?'
'I guess.'
'Brilliant, my feet are killing me.'
Sam scowled. 'Okay, enough with the death-jokes. By the way, Dean, I owe you an "I told you so."'
Dean shot him a look. 'Smart-ass.'
'You boys have a knack for doing the impossible,' Bobby pointed out. 'Just don't expect it to work for you next time – your luck has got to run out sometime.'
'Luck?' Sam sneered. 'I'd hate to see what you consider unlucky, then. We just let the Devil rise from hell, and we've lost any kind of weapon that could have helped us kill it – Bela gave Lilith the colt, Lilith seems to have Ruby's knife and now the Manuscripts of-'
'Wait,' Bobby interrupted, 'she still has the Manuscripts?'
Sam nodded.
Dean glanced at the two of them. 'The – what?'
Bobby frowned at Sam and then turned to Dean. 'The Manuscripts of Vanatuhi,' he sighed. 'They're the reason you're alive, and why Lucifer just escaped his own prison.'
Dean nodded slowly, seeming to have a lot of trouble keeping up. 'So, that… thing, back there in the graveyard – that was Lucifer?'
The silence said enough.
'Shit,' he whispered.
'You're telling me,' Bobby said.
For a few moments they sat in complete silence, reality slapping them hard in the face. 'Bobby?' Sam asked, and Bobby grunted to show that he was listening, 'when Ruby was killed, would she-'
'Wait, hang on a moment there,' Dean cut in. 'Ruby was killed? What else don't I know?'
Sam sighed. 'She was the Demon-sacrifice needed to perform the Parcaex Ritual, only a few minutes before I brought you back.'
'The what?'
'Parcaex,' Bobby explained, 'It's the ritual that brought Lucifer back from Hell.'
'What does this mean?' Dean asked.
'It means,' Sam answered, 'that we've got a hell of a lot of work to do. Now, Bobby – When Ruby was killed, she wouldn't have been sent back to Hell…would she?'
Bobby sighed. 'Truthfully, I don't know. But she was a Demon, so chances are that she did. But a Demon working against their own kind is a concept quite unheard of; and I've certainly never heard anything like it before, so my best guess is as good as yours.'
Sam sincerely hoped that she wouldn't. He knew that she was a Demon, but also knew that she was nothing like any of the others, and didn't deserve to go back to that place again.
'So,' Dean started, breaking the silence. 'Is anyone even going to tell me how I actually got here?'
'Probably not,' Bobby replied, throwing them a burger each. 'They're cold, but at least they're something.'
'Oh you know me too well, Bobby,' Dean smiled, licking his lips. 'I haven't had food since… well, I've lost count of the days now.'
Bobby laughed. 'Don't worry, we'll find something more satisfying when we've decided where to go next.'
'Are you kidding?' he took another bite, 'These are awesome!'
Sam threw his burger back down and passed it to Dean. 'I think I'm gonna be sick. Bobby, where did you find them?'
He shrugged. 'They were just sitting in the car. I guess the Demons are going to need food to keep their inhabited bodies healthy.'
Dean shook his head at Sam, who was eyeing the hamburgers bitterly. 'Any food is good food.'
'My breakfast isn't,' Sam replied sourly, 'It's coming right back up.'
'Now, back to Lucifer,' Dean started, and Sam was amazed he had any room to speak through all that food piled between his cheeks. 'I wish we had Dad for this; he could have helped a lot.'
It was this mention of their father that left Sam feeling cold and empty.
'Sammy, 's something wrong?' Dean was looking at him in concern.
Sam sighed. 'I tried to save him, Dean, I really tried. But it just didn't work… and I don't know why…'
'I think I do,' Bobby replied, still glancing out his rearview mirror every few moments. 'As I told you earlier, you need a physical body to exist outside of Hell, until of course you've been broken down so much that you could leave as a Demon and inhabit somebody else's.'
Sam knew exactly what he was getting at, and it just made him feel worse.
Consequence of actions, Sam thought, it's the difference between life and death.
'The day he died,' Bobby went on, 'you cremated his corpse. His body turned to ashes on that pyre, and so he could not return to it today, Sam. It saddens me, truly it does – but fact is, there is no way that John is returning from the grave.'
'But I did something, though…' Sam said slowly. 'At first I saw his strung up in chains, and after I tried to help him, all it did was transport him somewhere else. I freed him from wherever he was, at the very least.'
Dean nodded. 'Dad's been trapped in that… place, for over a year – ever since he escaped that day we opened the Devils Gates.' He sighed. 'Well, I know I'm much happier knowing that he'd not suffering so horribly now.'
At the topic of Hell, Sam noticed a certain uneasiness with his brother, and – though he had a thousand questions banked and lying in wait - he didn't press his brother for information.
Bobby nodded. 'He would be very proud of you – both of you, knowing what you've done for each other. Dean, the idiot who sold his soul for Sam - the moron that refused to finish off his to-be murderer. You boys… you are each others vice as well as virtue, and I'm not even sure whether it's a good thing or bad. But remember, the enemy knows this – and you're not invincible, no matter how many times you've proven you are lately. But you are lucky that you have each other – perhaps this world still has some hope.'
Dean suddenly looked up. 'Sam?' he asked urgently, 'What happened to Bela? Did you help her?'
Sam nodded. 'Dean, what could possibly have happened in that place to change your mind about her so much?'
'I couldn't let her stay to rot in there,' he bowed his head. 'She had done some bad things in her lifetime, sure. But she didn't deserve what she got.'
'Didn't deserve-' Sam shook his head in disbelief. 'Dean, she killed her own parents. As far as I'm concerned, she deserved every ounce of pain that she got.'
'No,' Dean insisted. 'No she didn't. She had every reason to get rid of those monsters. You don't know what they did to her.'
'But, she's betrayed us so many times! She stole the colt! If not for her, you might not have gone to hell at all. You can't trust her, Dean, not after all the trouble she's caused.'
'I didn't say we trust her, Sammy. I asked you to help her. That's what we do, isn't it? Now come on! Shouldn't we be hugging and crying by now? This isn't the most emotional reunion I've ever had, you know.'
'But you said-'
Dean grinned. 'I lied.' He reached over and hugged his brother, glad that they were finally together again. 'It's good to see you again, Sammy.'
Sam nodded, and Dean withdrew. 'You too.'
'Boys…' Bobby said nervously, 'I hate to break the moment – but we've got a problem here.'
He gestured into the rear-view mirror, and, looking through the back window, the brothers saw what he was talking about.
No less than six vehicles kicked up dust in the distance, driven by a pack of murderous Demons that the three of them knew they couldn't take on alone. 'Oh, dear mother of…'
They were closing in, ever so slowly, fearless with speed and determined. Lilith wasn't about to give up so easily, it seemed.
'Bobby!' Sam exclaimed. 'Can't this thing go any faster?'
'I'm trying Sammy, I'm trying! I just don't have the best taste in cars, you know.'
Dean shook his head in disgust. 'You got that right. But if you could step it up just a tiny bit, that'd be great. They're gaining fast.'
'I don't like our chances…' Bobby looked frustrated.
'Yeah, with you at the wheel – I don't either. Quit acting your age, and get a move on!'
Bobby scowled.
They left the dirt road five minutes later, now very suspicious of the Demons. They had just been sitting on their tails in the distance, not moving any closer for a while now.
'Bobby…' Sam started, 'Since I brought Bela back – where would she have been taken to?'
'Well, her spirit would have moved back into her physical body, so she would wake up wherever her body was laid when she…' Bobby paused for a moment, eyes wide. 'Oh, crap.'
'What is it?' Dean asked, worried.
'I read the official report of her death in the paper the week she died. Headline news of course – the Police were baffled over this mauled body with no trace of an attacker at all, and –'
'Bobby! We're in a bit of a rush here,' Dean insisted, 'what's your point?
Bobby sighed. 'Bela was buried beside her parents in their own personal family graveyard, in New Hampshire.'
A harsh silence broke over them, and Sam's heart plummeted into his stomach at the news.
'She was… buried?'
Bobby nodded.
'Shit,' Dean whispered. 'Bobby, we've got to help her.'
'Why us?'
'Because we put here there! She's freakin' buried alive, six feet underground because of us!'
'But Dean,' Bobby said calmly, 'New Hampshire is halfway across the country. It'll take more than thirty hours to get there from here. And we don't know how long somebody can survive inside a coffin before they run out of clean air and suffocate.'
'I do,' Dean leaned forwards. 'Dad and I worked a job on something similar years and years ago.'
'How long?' Sam asked abruptly.
'Up to twenty four hours, depending on how they reacts after waking up – if they stay calm, there's a decent chance that they'd last that long. But they would still becom unconscious within ten to fifteen hours.'
'So what?' Sam asked, 'We have to speed this trip up by six hours?'
Dean shook his head. 'It's more like nine, actually.'
'How do you figure that?'
'Well, for one, we're going to need time to actually break in and dig up her grave. Plus, if she does struggle, she will lose her oxygen much quicker than we had expected. We need leverage time.'
Sam turned to Bobby. 'Can we make it?'
'I don't know, Sam. We'd have to completely destroy the speed limit, but maybe. After all, it's over two thousand miles of driving. We'd be cutting it pretty fine, at the very least.'
Dean nodded, the decision made. 'First we've just got to get these damned Demons off our…' he turned to Bobby. 'Where'd they go?'
Looking out the back windscreen, they saw that the road behind them was clear, stretching into the distance further than their eyes could see. If anything, Sam was more edgy at this news. From past experience he knew that a Demon doesn't just stop chasing you.
'Keep a lookout, Bobby.' He warned, 'They might not have given up just yet.'
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