I'm not really proud of this chapter… anyway, plz review? I would love to know what your thinking of this…

Angels in hell

Chapter 4

Sam turned over in his bed, before looking at the clock on the small brown table. It was already 1:34 a.m. Three hours earlier; Dean had leave the room, taking with him the keys of the Impala and Sam hadn't heard a word on him since. He had hope his brother would be home before morning, but once again, he had been wrong.

Sighing in exasperation, Sam sat up before putting on some shoes and taking out his coat from the small kitchen chair. Opening the door, he shivered against the freezing air. Wind was blowing freely, announcing the storm that was spreading over the country.

"Damn…" Sam cursed, noticing that he had no clue about Dean's whereabouts. Sitting on the small step leading to the motel room, Sam put his head down in his hands, before letting out a desperate sigh. Some demons were searching all over the country for their leader and Dean was nowhere to be found. His brother was in danger and he wasn't even there to prevent any unfortunate attack or tentative to take Dean back to hell.

Suddenly, tires screeching on the road made him look up toward a Chevy Impala. The car took an abrupt curve, before parking brusquely in front of the motel room.

Sam's mouth dropped open as Dean closed the door angrily behind him. What kind of state was Dean in to be treating his car in such a reckless manner?

"Dude! What's your problem?" Sam said, following his brother into the motel room.

Dean turned toward his brother, fist clenched in anger.

"You wanna know what my problem is?" Dean uttered angrily, stepping toward his younger brother, but seeing the confusion into his brother's eyes, he stopped and looked away.

"Hell, like you even cares …"

Dean turned around, before taking some clothes out from his bag and starting to make his way toward the bathroom, but Sam blocked him.

"Dude, I'm tired of you not talking. You did the same thing with dad and with that damn secret he told you to keep before dying and it almost destroyed you so either you want it or not, your talking, man."

Sam crossed his arms, waiting. A few minutes passed in an awkward silence, before Dean shifted on his feet, apparently tired of waiting.

"What do you want me to say, Sam? That I'm glad that my life is more fucked up then it already was? That I'm glad I went to hell and miraculously escaped without any remembrance of the last few days? You know what? I'm sending those sons of a bitch back to where they belong almost daily and suddenly; I learned that I'm their master and that I'm the devil in person: the one who made them who they are. You know what? I spent my entire life fighting and now, I'm the one I should be fighting? Hell, even demons are nothing considered next to that sonofabitch that I'm supposed to be."

"Dean…" Sam began, but Dean cut him off.

"If it's to say just how sorry you are and going all girly on me, then just step out of the way."

Dean tried to shove Sam away, but in vain. His younger brother refused to move.

"Dean, just let me explain. There was another theory that Bobby told me about, although we didn't elaborate a lot on it, it is still a possibility. Rumors have said that an angel could have been brought to hell and that was the reason why angels declared war against the demons, because they tortured one of their kind. Demons are maybe searching Lucifer for now, but it can also only be because Satan is one of the first angels and by that fact, he possess powers above those of an average angel."

Dean sighed.

"So you mean that I'm either an angel or the devil itself. Right! Just so you know, I'm not exactly what you'll call angelic or demoniac."

"I know, but those rumors are a possibility. The reason why you escape hell is vague. We don't know for sure if there is a link between the events and your escape. As far as we know, you could have used the war to your advantage and escape as both clans were fighting."

Dean nodded, unclenching his hands. He could see the logic behind Sam's words and he also knew that they needed to see Missouri before the events swallowed them both in a war that had been raging on for ages.

Dean blinked against the sunlight invading his dreams. A muffled curse passed his lips and he opened his eyes, cursing once again the fact that the motel room didn't have any shutters. Sam was already on the computer, looking every once in a while at the storm raging outside.

"Driving is gonna be a bitch," Dean said, standing up.

Sam nodded.

"The weather forecast is warning people against taking the wheel and as much as you love your Impala it got doesn't have winter wheels. We have more chances of skidding down the road then arriving in Lawrence. Maybe we should postpone our departure…"

Dean took out a coffee that had long since gone cold from the counter and began sipping it slowly, before putting it back on the counter.

"The impala have 4 seasons wheels, so it's as good as those winter wheels you're talking about. Give my girl a little more credit then that."

Sam closed his laptop, before thunder resonated in the distance, startling Dean. The youngest brother opened the door, a furious wind blowing instantly in the motel room. Snowflakes were falling on the carpet, while lightning flash appeared in the horizon. The scenery was completely swallowed in white.

"It's been like that for hours and you still want to take the wheel? Look outside, we can't even see pass the Impala and it's parked in less then two feet from the motel room. There is no one outside and you know why? Because they got more sense then being suicidal and going straight into the storm."

Dean sighed as Sam closed the door.

"And what do you plan to do, geekboy? Rotting on our ass all day long waiting for the storm to pass?"

Sam shook his head.

"To wait until it's safe. We're not much more advanced if we have an accident on the road!"

Dean took his bag from the floor before grabbing his coffee.

"Do as you wish, but I'm outta here. If what you said is true, a war is raging and I don't think they'll wait for the storm to pass before fighting!"

Sam put the key of the motel room on the small kitchen table.

"The storm is the war," he murmured, before taking his bag and following his brother in the snow.

The wind was blowing freely around him, almost preventing him from advancing, while snowflakes were dancing around him, obstructing his visibility. Keeping an hand on the impala so he wouldn't fall if he walked on ice, Sam put his duffle bag into the trunk before Dean closed it. They both made their way to their respective door, before Dean put the key of the impala into the ignition and drove off into the storm.