Angels in hell
Chapter 5
Sam was strongly gripping the dashboard in front of him. The car kept skidding on the road and with the speed at with Dean was driving, Sam was seriously afraid of not being able to see his next birthday. The road was completely swallowed in snow and since their departure from the motel, Sam found out that no car was on the road – except a Chrysler 300 who was driving at 12mph, while Dean was driving near 62 mph. When they had been stuck behind the Chrysler, Dean had swerved into the other line, the car skidding on the ice hidden beneath the snow. Instantly when Dean got the car in control again, they returned in the appropriate line. The scenery was swallowed in white and they couldn't see farther then a few feet in front of the car.
"Slow down!" Sam shouted in fright, when the car swerved around a corner, skidding dangerously again on some ice.
Dean ignored him, but decreased the speed at which the car was going. A few more hours passed before they finally saw a panel hidden beneath the snow. Sam remembered from their last trip in Kansas, the "Welcome to Lawrence" sign which was written on it.
"Well, now that we've arrived," Sam said, looking at the 40mph at which the car was still speeding. "Can you just slow down before we hit someone or something,"
Dean did as his brother requested, but not without adding an exasperated sigh to show his disapproval.
A few more minutes passed before they parked in front of Missouri's house. The driveway was covered in snow as was the sidewalk and after a few minutes, the car was finally able to park without it being in the middle of the road.
Immediately when they climbed up the stairs leading to the front door, Missouri opened the door.
"What are you boys waiting for? Come on in." She finally said when they didn't make any movements nor utter any sounds at her sight.
Sam and Dean did as requested, following her into the living room. They both seated at the same place they did last time they went in, while Missouri seated herself into the wing chair.
"You came here for answers, haven't ya?"
Sam nodded, while Dean made sure not to touch an inch of the table in front of him as he shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. They were finally in Lawrence, a few minutes away from learning the truth about how he escaped the depth of fires.
Missouri stood up before going to a chest of drawers, taking out multiple herbs.
"Now Sam, can you tell me what happened before I do what I have to do, but don't you bother yourself with the deal that stupid brother of yours did to save your soul. I already know it all."
Sam nodded, looking up as Missouri from where he was sitting.
"Well… Like you know, after that deal, Dean only had one more year to live, but we didn't find any way to get him out of that deal before those hellhounds came to claim what was due. They waited until I went away from the motel before attacking and sending his soul to hell. When I returned back to the motel, it was already too late; I couldn't do anything to save him. I didn't told anyone about his death and two days later, I finally decided that it was time for me to salt'n burn his… corpse…" he added, shivering against the memories. "Anyhow, when I was almost ready to light the match, he suddenly came back to himself, alive and well… We don't know for sure how it happened since he didn't remember anything and then there was that storm. Bobby, one of dad's old friends, called us and said that a war between demons and angels had arisen. Bobby had a few theories on how it could have happened, but didn't told me much about those."
Dean looked at Sam, confused. Why wasn't he telling the part about Lucifer and angels?
"I think your letting a big part of the story out boy. I won't judge you. Hell, even I can understand your suspicions about him being Lucifer… although an angel… that would surprise me for sure."
Sam laughed, looking at Dean. His brother returned his gaze, but instead of seeing the false hurt his brother wanted him to see, he saw fear. Fear of what was to come, of who he was supposed to be.
"It's alright Dean," Sam said, trying to give his brother some comfort for what was to come. "Remember that whatever your past is, it's who you are now that's important and that's what matters."
Dean frowned in confusion.
"What is it with you and those chick-flick? I swear that sometimes I seriously ask myself if we're related."
Suddenly, a sharp pain on the back of his head made him looks up to Missouri in confusion.
"What's your problem?"
"He's trying to make you feel better. Show a little more respect."
Dean sighed, before looking at the various herbs Missouri had managed to put on the table near an old metallic mortar.
"What is it for?" Dean asked, looking at the name of one of the various ingredients.
"To help you recover what's lost, of course." Missouri answered.
Sam approached the mortar looking at the various ingredients of witchcraft.
"Isn't it dangerous to be dealing with this kind of stuff?"
"Of course it is! Everything we do is dangerous, but tell me boy, what's life without danger?" Missouri answered, crushing down a few ingredients that she had put in the mortar.
"Did you ever do this kind of spell before?"
Missouri looked up from the content of the bowl.
"What do you take me for? An amateur? Give me a little more credit then that."
Sam sighed, before sitting down next to Dean on the floor. He could still see the fear in his brother's eyes, but he could also see determination and that was what was important.
"Can we do something to help?" Sam finally asked.
Missouri shook her head, before putting the pestle back on the table.
"No, it's already finished. Now, Dean, you need to drink all of this."
She put the mortar in front of Dean, before standing up and going to the other side. She crouched down in front of the eldest son of John Winchester, smiling reassuringly.
"Don't you worry. I'll follow you up in those memories of yours. If anything goes south, I'll be able to bring you back."
Dean nodded, before taking a spoonful of the concoction and eating it slowly. He grimaced at the unfamiliar taste.
"What did you put in that stuff? That's uneatable!"
Missouri ignored him, still looking for any signs of the concoction working.
"Alright… are you sure you did the right thing? There's nothing happening." Dean said, after a few moments of awkward silence in which they all watch his every movement.
"Are you sure?" Missouri asked, frowning. "You should have begun to feel the effects of the concoction by now, boy."
Dean frowned, putting the mortar back on the table along with the spoon. Standing up, a sudden wave of dizziness brought him down to his knees before he could utter a word. He heard his brother calling his name in a desperate shout before hands caught him, preventing him from hitting his head on the floor.
"What's happening? He was fine a minute ago!" Sam said, looking at his unresponsive brother. He could see Dean's eyes rolling back into his head.
Missouri crouched down in front of the fallen boy, before putting a hand on his chest. Immediately, she took it back, as if Dean's necklace had burned her. Missouri's frown deepened.
"He has a protection amulet. It's trying to protect him from the spell."
Sam nodded, taking it from his brother's neck. Dean eyes immediately opened, the iris turning white. Sam shivered at the sight, but didn't release his brother from his hands. He could feel his brother's body shaking, his hands twisting spasmodically.
"Dean?" Sam asked, tentatively, but his brother remained unaware of his surrounding.
Missouri put her hand on Dean's forehead and closed her eyes, allowing her self to fall into Dean's mind.
