I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own any rights to "I Found A Reason" by Cat Power.
Her hips swung side to side as she sauntered down the hotel corridor; the crisp, fresh blue carpet almost crunching under her leather boots.
The air around her crackled with electricity, she knew full well that the angel of Thursday was watching her once again.
It's a shame, really. I do ever so enjoy frightening Castiel; he really can't take a joke.
The Winchesters strode down the hallway, cool and collected on the surface, but their brief eye contact spoke volumes of how unsure of the whole situation they were. Arguing most, if not all, of the way, Sam valiantly standing up for Castiel as Dean moped, they both agreed that they couldn't get out of this heaven-sent mission, but Dean certainly didn't like it. Something about this whole situation seemed off, especially Cas and his description of the war in heaven. He never quite met their eyes anymore, almost as if he was doing something wrong.
"Don't be crazy." Sam had scoffed "it's Cas, think of how many times he's saved both of our asses. If he was having any problems he'd tell us."
But Dean knew Cas better than Sam did, and he definitely knew something was up. So as they strolled down the hotel hallway, out of place in its gold plated extravagance in their plaid shirts and beaten up army surplus jackets, Dean felt something was entirely wrong with this whole situation.
"Hey." Sam whispered. "Do you hear that?"
Listening intently, the sound was indistinguishable at first; the sound of birds? Perhaps the rattling of an air vent. The soft humming of a radiator? No, the more the brothers listened, the more they heard.
A soft humming.
"Oh I do believe in all the things you see, what comes is better than what came before."
An unsteady step forward and Dean suddenly felt like he was floating.
"You better come, come, come, come to me. Better come, come, come, come to me. Better run, run, run, run to me. Better come."
His vision blurred as the song floated and caressed his ear drums. Visions of fields filled with pale blue flowers and laughing children filled his mind, of rivers and clear skies.
"Oh I do believe in all the things you see, what comes is better than what came before. And you better run, run, run, run to me. Better run, run, run, run to me. Better come, come, come, come to me, better run…"
As piano notes softly drifted through the air, the Winchester's nostrils were assaulted with the smell of burning. The flowers withered and died as the children turned to ash, the river replaced with lava as the sky began to fall. As quickly as it started, it ended. Both men stood in the hallway suddenly out of breath and leaning on each other for support.
"What the heck was that?!" Dean mumbled as he pushed Sam off him. The vision visibly had shaken both of them. Sharing another look of deep concern, the boys stumbled up the remainder of the hallway until they reached room 337, the numbers embossed on the crystal white door in gold. Dean rattled the door handle to see if it was open after several knocks went unanswered. Upon entry, both Winchesters stood in front of a chair strategically placed in front of the door. A note lay on its plush red cushioning.
"Incase you didn't get that. Leave. Me. Alone."
3 hours away Serenity leaned back in the chair by the window of her hotel room, smirking over a cup of coffee. While yes, there were very pressing matters at hand, it certainly didn't mean she had to take Gods minion seriously, now did it?