Angels in hell
Chapter III
Sam took out his cellular from his coat, opening the screen and looking over the list of contacts. When the name of Bobby Singer appeared on the list, Sam clicked the send button, before waiting for his family friend to answer the call. Taking out his coat and putting on some shoes, Sam went outside, shutting the sound of the shower running.
Immediately when they had both arrive at the motel, Dean had gone into the shower, taking with him some body lotion. Even Sam, who was accustomed to the smell of death and fuel had to say that it was pretty unpleasant to be around.
"Singer's salvage yard"
Sam smiled when Bobby's rough voice answered.
"Hi Bobby. It's Sam. I need to ask you a favor."
"I'm occupied Sam. I'll call you back later, alright?"
"Alright."
Sam closed his phone, frowning. It was the first time Bobby bluntly refused of talking to him. Putting his cell back into his pocket, Sam opened the door before an aroma of body lotion for man made his way to him.
"Damn Dean! Your worst then a girl!"
Dean smirked, before putting a t-shirt over his head.
"At least, I'm not the one with the girly hair and the affection of chick flick moments, Samantha."
Sam shook his head, knowing a desperate case when he saw one. Taking off his shoes, Sam let himself drop on the bed nearest to the door, before taking the laptop that was resting on the bed to his knees.
"I called Bobby…" Sam began, but Dean cut him off.
"I know, what did he say? Did he know how I escaped from hell? There was no open gate right?"
Sam shook his head, looking at his laptop.
"Not that I can find, although there are a lot of electrical storms in the north, but that's not the weird part. Look at that."
Sam turned the laptop over so his brother could see the screen. It was a Canadian weather forecast and all over the country as well as the north of the U.S.A, there were electrical storms as well as snowstorms. Scientifics were dumbfounded, seeing one of those in twenty years, but it was the first time that the storm had such a great importance, covering the entire country and expending over the U.S.A.
"What the hell?"
Sam nodded.
"Electrical storms means presence of demons, but what's confusing me is the snowstorm. Where the hell has it comes from? What does it means and why would all the demons moved north? What is so important that they leave their current activities to go all to the same place? It's almost as if there was a war between the demons and something else."
Dean shook his head.
"That can't be…"
Suddenly, Sam's cellular started to vibrate in his pocket. Sam grabbed it, before answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Sam? I need to talk to you. Have you seen the weather forecast of the north of the country?"
"Yeah, I just saw it on the net. What's happening?"
Bobby didn't answer right away, but when he did, Sam's blood froze in his veins.
"It's war. A war between two clans: angels and demons. As you know, electrical storms means that demons are in the area, while snowstorms means the presence of angels. The two clans are fighting, although over what, I dunno. The war is moving to Earth. Demons want their leader back. I don't know what to make of it, but some contact told me that Lucifer is on Earth. For redemption."
"How can Satan be forgiven for what he did wrong when he is the devil itself? There is no redemption for something that can't change."
Sam heard Bobby sighing on the phone and saw the confusion on his brother's face. He knew he couldn't answer his brother's questions right away, so he ignored him.
"Actually, Lucifer wasn't always the devil itself. He was an angel: follower of the true God, just before he fell into the darkness. Then, he became a fallen angel and was bound to hell. Knowing he couldn't escape, Satan made himself the leader of the place, torturing the souls who have sinned and taking pleasure in their pain. When other fallen angels joined him, he fell further into the darkness."
Sam nodded, before realizing that Bobby couldn't see him over the phone.
"Alright, so what do we do? Do you know what could have created this war?" While pronouncing those words, Sam looked at Dean, a frown evident on his face. From his point of view, he could presume who could have been the source.
"I dunno, like I said before. Some says that an angel had been captured in the debt of fires to be released later; some says that Lucifer had returned to his domain before being sent back on Earth by angels."
Sam eyes went huge at the last statement, looking at his brother with fear.
"Would Lucifer be susceptible to holy water?"
"I don't think so… Lucifer was a Seraphim before being sent to hell. Seraphs are the highest order of Gods angelic servants and holy water can't harm something as old as the world itself."
"If he's truly on Earth, searching redemption... would he remember his previous life?" Sam asked, still watching his brother closely.
"I'm not sure. If he needs to get back on Earth and to live the life of a mortal to be forgiven, I think he wouldn't. Satan was a son of a bitch who needed attention and control. He always needed to be the center of attention. If he, like you said, remembered his previous life, destruction would have been brought upon mankind."
"Thanks Bobby. I'll call you back."
Sam was going to close his cell, when Bobby's voice stopped him from doing so.
"Wait Sam! We need to find him. Lucifer I mean. If he's back on Earth for redemption and that demons have been designated to find him, he mustn't be tempted by the darkness. He must stay on our side you got it? When you find him, bring him to Missouri. She'll be able to tell you if he's the one or not. "
"Alright, thanks Bobby!"
Sam closed his phone, looking at his brother, fear shining in his eyes. He couldn't understand why his brother, the most selfless person he knew, could be the devil itself. He did act like a slut sometimes, but it wasn't a reason for him to be the devil itself.
"I think we need to talk."
Dean's eyes showed his confusion, but he didn't say anything. Sitting on his bed, he faced his brother.
"Understatement of the year," he murmured, remembering all the times Sam had asked the same things. Looking up and seeing the fear and the confusion in his little brother's eyes, he tried a last attempt in easing the tension in the room.
"If it's one of your chick-flick moments, I'm so out of here, bitch!"
Sam didn't even replied by his usual "jerk". He only kept looking at his older brother, afraid of the outcome of what he was going to tell him.
"What's the matter?" Dean finally asked, breaking the silence. "Why did you ask all those questions about that sonofabitch?"
Sam sighed, not knowing how to tell the truth to his brother. How could he explain that Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinary of all supernatural being, was the devil incarnate itself? How could he explain that all those demons they had send back to hell together, were the minions of his brother. His army.
"Damn Dean… I don't know how to tell you this…"
Sam sighed once before looking into his brother's hazel eyes.
"There have been some rumors on the electrical storms and the snow storms… A snowstorm indicates the manifestation of angels, so logically, there is a war raging between demons and angels…" Sam said "He told me that it is very possible that the source of the war is the devil itself: Lucifer. He had been sent to Earth for redemption… before being sent back to hell, but he was taken back on Earth by angels… Demons were angry of the outcome and declared war against angels..."
Sam looked directly into his brother's eyes before continuing, wanting to have his brother's full attention.
"I think that it might be you… I think that you are Lucifer…"
"You're kidding me, right? There is no way in hell that I'm that satanic son of a bitch!" Dean shouted in anger.
Standing up, Dean took his leather jacket from his bed, before grabbing the car keys.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, confused.
"Out of here."
Dean closed the door behind him, making his way angrily to the his beloved Chevrolet Impala '67. Even if he knew, deep inside his heart, that he wasn't Lucifer, the eldest son of John Winchester also knew that all evidences were against him. He had been resurrected from the death the same day that demons had declared war against angels.
