Highway to Hell: Episode Four: Series Finale: "Fallen Angel"
Episode Four : Series Finale : Fallen Angel
Episode Wordcount: 21,224
Rating: R for language, violence and angst
Pairing: Dean/Monte (OFC)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam *damnit* or anything else from the Supernatural universe. Nor do I own any of the songs that make an appearance. I do however own Monte and her world. She is completely mine, or should I say completely me, everything about her is based off me and my life.
And most importantly…Stull, KS is a real place, and there are urban legends about it being a gateway to hell. There are legends about the witches and all that good stuff…I actually did a little research on this one…BUT *and this is a big but* I completely manipulated it to fit my story. I have no earthly idea what the place looks like, how it’s laid out, the surroundings, anything, I made all that shit up. The church itself has been torn down, the tree was cut down too…and the entire place is private property and Stull is very protective and wary of outsiders. There are cops crawling the place…or so I’ve read, so there would be no way in hell *excuse the pun* that our boys could get in and get anything done…oh, and the whole demon fight thing…totally pulled that outta my ass, it’s not an actual ritual or anything.
Summary: AU, I started writing after “Route 666” aired, so anything after that is disregarded, and Meg, even though she came before, will be ignored as well.
Heading back home again threatens to tear apart their newly reformed family. Who will the demon claim and who will try to piece together the shards?
Chapter One: Face the Music
Chapter Wordcount: 1913
Sam waited until after Dean stormed out of the motel room. Waited until after the door slammed and waited until he could no longer hear the rumble of the Impala’s engine as Dean went out, yet again, to get drunk.
Only then, and while pulling aside the curtains to double check, did he pull out his phone and called Monte.
She was crying, trying to use sheer will power alone to stop. She wasn’t sobbing or gasping for breath, these were those silent tears, the ones that you can’t stop no matter how hard you try, and by the time they do you’ve long forgotten they’re even there.
For the first time in as long as she could remember she didn’t have the radio on. That in itself would have cast an eerie feeling, but no, god had to mock her and a slight mix of rain and what was trying to become snow was slowly falling and coating everything in a light cover of white and fog.
When “The Boys Are Back In Town” suddenly blared in the confined space of her car, and the phone vibrated with the tune against her thigh she jumped and cursed before hitting the steering wheel.
She struggled and stretched to retrieve the offending device from her jeans pocket, knowing she had to be careful driving in these conditions.
She also made a mental note to change her ringtone. She had only picked the Thin Lizzy song because she had picked on Sam and Dean about it reminding her of them.
She looked at the display, the blue backlight casting a glow across her face that made the whole scene that much more macabre.
“Sam…” she whispered.
She was half tempted to just ignore it, let it go to voicemail. But Sam hadn’t been the one to drive a dagger into her heart and Sam meant too much to her to shut him out because of his brother’s mistakes.
She quick took the exit for the rest stop and pulled into the parking lot. It was lined with truckers that had pulled off to wait out the weather. She pulled as far away from anyone else as she could and parked, shutting off her engine and finally opening her phone.
“Come on, come on…pick up Monte…” Sam urged, as if she could somehow hear him.
“Sam?” her voice cracked over the speaker. He could tell she had been crying, unless of course she had managed to come down with a cold in the last 24 hours.
“Monte...” Crap…he had been the one to call her, why hadn’t he thought this out more and actually came up with something to say.
“Monte I’m sorry…”
“Shut up Sam. It isn’t your fault…I don’t blame you.”
He sighed and sat down on his bed, his gaze slowly falling on the half drank liquor bottles that had accumulated on the nightstand.
“Where are you?”
She glanced around the rest stop, not that she didn’t already know where she was. “I just crossed the Georgia border about a half hour ago.”
“You going home?” He almost thought he had lost her when he was only met with silence.
“I don’t have a home Sam,” she cursed herself when the tears threatened to fall harder. “I lost that in Columbia…or don’t you remember?”
Sam bit his lip and dropped his head. “I’m sorry…” He vaguely wondered why he was whispering…but somehow it just felt right.
“Sam…if you say sorry again and I’m gonna havta come back just to beat your ass,” she snarked in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.
“So maybe I should,” he said with his own forced smile.
She chuckled and Sam smiled at the other end, proud of at least coaxing that much out of her.
“Listen Monte…” he stumbled trying to find the words. “Dean…what he did wasn’t out of the blue.”
Silence.
“I had a dream…about you…”
“Whoa Sammy…I love ya, but not like that,” she smiled.
He smiled too. “Monte…it was of you on the ceiling…like how our Mom died…and like Jess died.” He heard the intake of breath on the other end of the line and he continued.
“We were all in this church, even our Dad was there and…and you were on the ceiling, and Dean was screaming. I didn’t tell Dean right away, but when I did…he kinda freaked out.”
“Sam…”
“And our Dad called New Year’s Eve. He’s found the demon…and wants us to come back to Lawrence…he told us about where it is…and I looked it up online and…it was the place that was in my dream Monte.”
She felt like she had just been doused in ice water, making the chill that was creeping into her bones that much more intense. She couldn’t breathe and the normally safe haven of her car suddenly felt like a coffin. She quick got out and went walking towards some abandoned picnic tables set back from the parking lot.
“Monte?”
“I’m here.”
“I should have told you…I should have made him tell you…I didn’t know he would pull some crap like this…”
“It’s okay Sam. Well, it’s not…but you know what I mean.”
He nodded on the other end, not thinking about the fact that she couldn’t see him.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“It’s just…a lot. Makes me feel a little better,” she paused, letting the wet snow soak into her jacket, and the cold soak into her bones. The kind of cold that burrows its way into your body until you feel like nothing more than a walking corpse and you know its going to take hours to completely get rid of the feeling…and that was exactly what she wanted right now.
“Why didn’t he just talk to me?” she half said to herself.
“I don’t know, he can be kinda stupid sometimes.”
“That’s and understatement…wait…where is he?”
Sam looked at the motel room door, a faded map of the fire escape route hung crookedly in the center.
“At the local bar. He’s been doing that a lot lately.”
Monte swallowed.
“He’s tore up Monte. He didn’t mean those things he said…he was just trying to protect you in his own fucked up Winchester way. He was seriously scared when I told him about the dream, I dunno…I dunno if I’ve ever seen him that scared. And then when our Dad called it made it a reality that it might happen…and he freaked.”
What do you say in a moment like this? She just sat in the cold and listened to Sam’s even breathing on the other end.
“Monte?”
“Hmm?”
“Do me a favor…don’t go anywhere, just stay still for awhile.”
“Why?”
“Please?”
She sighed, “Okay,” she whispered.
“Thanks…I’ll call you later, ‘kay?”
She smiled, “’Kay…bye Sammy.”
“Bye hun.”
Monte sighed and stared at the time on her phone as the minutes ticked by. Finally she got up from the old table and went back to her car. She would have continued sitting there letting the frost numb her but, stupid as it was, she didn’t want her phone getting wet.
She drove to the nearest exit and stayed at the hotel closest to the road. She hadn’t even paid attention to the sign. It was a Holiday Inn or a Days Inn or something. Didn’t matter, as long as it had a bed and a bathroom.
A couple hours later after thawing and a rather long hour of just standing in the shower letting the water beat down upon her she was ready to collapse in bed.
She rummaged through her duffle bag for some clean clothes; she stopped and slowly pulled out one of Dean’s black t-shirts. It still smelled like him. She was just about to stuff it back into the corner of her bag when she heard Sam’s voice echo in her head.
He’s tore up Monte. He didn’t mean those things he said…he was just trying to protect you in his own fucked up Winchester way…
She sighed and pulled the soft cotton over her head before pulling on her pair of pajama pants.
She had just laid down and curled up on her side clutching the extra pillow like her life depended on it when her phone once again starting belting out Thin Lizzy.
She didn’t even check the ID, knowing it was Sam.
“Hey.”
“Hey…where are you?”
She grabbed a complimentary notepad off the end table.
“Holiday Inn…exit 13 I think.”
“Okay…”
“Why?”
“Dean went out again…but he left the Impala, I’m coming to see you.”
She sighed.
“I’m in room 208.”
“Alright…I’ll be there in a bit.”
When a hesitant knock came on the door Monte slowly got up and opened it.
Sam offered a small smile before pulling her into his large frame and engulfing her in a hug.
He released her only long enough to close the door before hugging her again.
“God Monte…”
“I know,” she mumbled into his solid chest.
He sat down on the bed with her and told her in detail about his dream.
She stared at the dizzying teal and mauve carpet. Everything was starting to make sense now.
“He could have talked to me. We could have figured something out. I mean…I could go stay with Rylee, or your Dad, I’m sure he would know what to do.”
“I know…you know if I knew what he was going to do I would have stopped him.”
“I know.”
“Look Monte, I’m not saying what he did is okay, but…well, he was scared.”
She sighed, “I know.”
“He’s torn up. He’s been…going out every night, drinking like crazy and bringing home what he doesn’t finish so he can drink it at the motel. And…he looks like he’s in a friggin’ fight club.”
“What?”
“He’s seriously torn up…and not just emotionally. He’s been getting in bar fights and getting his ass beat.”
“He can take on three guys bigger than him and win,” she said.
“He can…but he’s not. Look, I don’t know what he’s doing or why he’s doing it, all I know is if he keeps this crap up he might not even make it to Lawrence.”
Sam stayed a little while longer; even going to get some food at Arby’s to make sure Monte ate something. He had lain back against the headboard of the bed and she curled up next to him just wanting to feel someone there.
“Sam?”
He craned his neck to look down at her.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” he whispered.
“For being the brother I never had.”
His brow scrunched in confusion. “Monte…what about…”
She put her finger on his lips cutting him off and shook her head with pain evident in her eyes.
He just sighed and nodded slightly.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered. “And I guess you’re the sister I never had,” he smiled, “You know I love you.”
She smiled, “Love you too Sammy.”
The silence that followed was quickly cut short when Sam’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?” Dean’s voice boomed over the phone loud enough for even Monte to hear.
“I went to the library,” Sam quickly replied, giving thanks to the fact that Dean was just drunk enough not to realize there was no way a library was open this late.
“Oh…”
“I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Okay…don’t wreck my car.”
Sam smirked, “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Sam looked over at Monte. “You know you have to come with me.”
She just nodded.
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Highway to Hell Master Post
Episode Wordcount: 21,224
Rating: R for language, violence and angst
Pairing: Dean/Monte (OFC)
Feedback: Hell yea! I didn’t post this thing for my health.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam *damnit* or anything else from the Supernatural universe. Nor do I own any of the songs that make an appearance. I do however own Monte and her world. She is completely mine, or should I say completely me, everything about her is based off me and my life.
And most importantly…Stull, KS is a real place, and there are urban legends about it being a gateway to hell. There are legends about the witches and all that good stuff…I actually did a little research on this one…BUT *and this is a big but* I completely manipulated it to fit my story. I have no earthly idea what the place looks like, how it’s laid out, the surroundings, anything, I made all that shit up. The church itself has been torn down, the tree was cut down too…and the entire place is private property and Stull is very protective and wary of outsiders. There are cops crawling the place…or so I’ve read, so there would be no way in hell *excuse the pun* that our boys could get in and get anything done…oh, and the whole demon fight thing…totally pulled that outta my ass, it’s not an actual ritual or anything.
Summary: AU, I started writing after “Route 666” aired, so anything after that is disregarded, and Meg, even though she came before, will be ignored as well.
Heading back home again threatens to tear apart their newly reformed family. Who will the demon claim and who will try to piece together the shards?
Chapter One: Face the Music
Chapter Wordcount: 1913
Sam waited until after Dean stormed out of the motel room. Waited until after the door slammed and waited until he could no longer hear the rumble of the Impala’s engine as Dean went out, yet again, to get drunk.
Only then, and while pulling aside the curtains to double check, did he pull out his phone and called Monte.
She was crying, trying to use sheer will power alone to stop. She wasn’t sobbing or gasping for breath, these were those silent tears, the ones that you can’t stop no matter how hard you try, and by the time they do you’ve long forgotten they’re even there.
For the first time in as long as she could remember she didn’t have the radio on. That in itself would have cast an eerie feeling, but no, god had to mock her and a slight mix of rain and what was trying to become snow was slowly falling and coating everything in a light cover of white and fog.
When “The Boys Are Back In Town” suddenly blared in the confined space of her car, and the phone vibrated with the tune against her thigh she jumped and cursed before hitting the steering wheel.
She struggled and stretched to retrieve the offending device from her jeans pocket, knowing she had to be careful driving in these conditions.
She also made a mental note to change her ringtone. She had only picked the Thin Lizzy song because she had picked on Sam and Dean about it reminding her of them.
She looked at the display, the blue backlight casting a glow across her face that made the whole scene that much more macabre.
“Sam…” she whispered.
She was half tempted to just ignore it, let it go to voicemail. But Sam hadn’t been the one to drive a dagger into her heart and Sam meant too much to her to shut him out because of his brother’s mistakes.
She quick took the exit for the rest stop and pulled into the parking lot. It was lined with truckers that had pulled off to wait out the weather. She pulled as far away from anyone else as she could and parked, shutting off her engine and finally opening her phone.
“Come on, come on…pick up Monte…” Sam urged, as if she could somehow hear him.
“Sam?” her voice cracked over the speaker. He could tell she had been crying, unless of course she had managed to come down with a cold in the last 24 hours.
“Monte...” Crap…he had been the one to call her, why hadn’t he thought this out more and actually came up with something to say.
“Monte I’m sorry…”
“Shut up Sam. It isn’t your fault…I don’t blame you.”
He sighed and sat down on his bed, his gaze slowly falling on the half drank liquor bottles that had accumulated on the nightstand.
“Where are you?”
She glanced around the rest stop, not that she didn’t already know where she was. “I just crossed the Georgia border about a half hour ago.”
“You going home?” He almost thought he had lost her when he was only met with silence.
“I don’t have a home Sam,” she cursed herself when the tears threatened to fall harder. “I lost that in Columbia…or don’t you remember?”
Sam bit his lip and dropped his head. “I’m sorry…” He vaguely wondered why he was whispering…but somehow it just felt right.
“Sam…if you say sorry again and I’m gonna havta come back just to beat your ass,” she snarked in a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.
“So maybe I should,” he said with his own forced smile.
She chuckled and Sam smiled at the other end, proud of at least coaxing that much out of her.
“Listen Monte…” he stumbled trying to find the words. “Dean…what he did wasn’t out of the blue.”
Silence.
“I had a dream…about you…”
“Whoa Sammy…I love ya, but not like that,” she smiled.
He smiled too. “Monte…it was of you on the ceiling…like how our Mom died…and like Jess died.” He heard the intake of breath on the other end of the line and he continued.
“We were all in this church, even our Dad was there and…and you were on the ceiling, and Dean was screaming. I didn’t tell Dean right away, but when I did…he kinda freaked out.”
“Sam…”
“And our Dad called New Year’s Eve. He’s found the demon…and wants us to come back to Lawrence…he told us about where it is…and I looked it up online and…it was the place that was in my dream Monte.”
She felt like she had just been doused in ice water, making the chill that was creeping into her bones that much more intense. She couldn’t breathe and the normally safe haven of her car suddenly felt like a coffin. She quick got out and went walking towards some abandoned picnic tables set back from the parking lot.
“Monte?”
“I’m here.”
“I should have told you…I should have made him tell you…I didn’t know he would pull some crap like this…”
“It’s okay Sam. Well, it’s not…but you know what I mean.”
He nodded on the other end, not thinking about the fact that she couldn’t see him.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“It’s just…a lot. Makes me feel a little better,” she paused, letting the wet snow soak into her jacket, and the cold soak into her bones. The kind of cold that burrows its way into your body until you feel like nothing more than a walking corpse and you know its going to take hours to completely get rid of the feeling…and that was exactly what she wanted right now.
“Why didn’t he just talk to me?” she half said to herself.
“I don’t know, he can be kinda stupid sometimes.”
“That’s and understatement…wait…where is he?”
Sam looked at the motel room door, a faded map of the fire escape route hung crookedly in the center.
“At the local bar. He’s been doing that a lot lately.”
Monte swallowed.
“He’s tore up Monte. He didn’t mean those things he said…he was just trying to protect you in his own fucked up Winchester way. He was seriously scared when I told him about the dream, I dunno…I dunno if I’ve ever seen him that scared. And then when our Dad called it made it a reality that it might happen…and he freaked.”
What do you say in a moment like this? She just sat in the cold and listened to Sam’s even breathing on the other end.
“Monte?”
“Hmm?”
“Do me a favor…don’t go anywhere, just stay still for awhile.”
“Why?”
“Please?”
She sighed, “Okay,” she whispered.
“Thanks…I’ll call you later, ‘kay?”
She smiled, “’Kay…bye Sammy.”
“Bye hun.”
Monte sighed and stared at the time on her phone as the minutes ticked by. Finally she got up from the old table and went back to her car. She would have continued sitting there letting the frost numb her but, stupid as it was, she didn’t want her phone getting wet.
She drove to the nearest exit and stayed at the hotel closest to the road. She hadn’t even paid attention to the sign. It was a Holiday Inn or a Days Inn or something. Didn’t matter, as long as it had a bed and a bathroom.
A couple hours later after thawing and a rather long hour of just standing in the shower letting the water beat down upon her she was ready to collapse in bed.
She rummaged through her duffle bag for some clean clothes; she stopped and slowly pulled out one of Dean’s black t-shirts. It still smelled like him. She was just about to stuff it back into the corner of her bag when she heard Sam’s voice echo in her head.
He’s tore up Monte. He didn’t mean those things he said…he was just trying to protect you in his own fucked up Winchester way…
She sighed and pulled the soft cotton over her head before pulling on her pair of pajama pants.
She had just laid down and curled up on her side clutching the extra pillow like her life depended on it when her phone once again starting belting out Thin Lizzy.
She didn’t even check the ID, knowing it was Sam.
“Hey.”
“Hey…where are you?”
She grabbed a complimentary notepad off the end table.
“Holiday Inn…exit 13 I think.”
“Okay…”
“Why?”
“Dean went out again…but he left the Impala, I’m coming to see you.”
She sighed.
“I’m in room 208.”
“Alright…I’ll be there in a bit.”
When a hesitant knock came on the door Monte slowly got up and opened it.
Sam offered a small smile before pulling her into his large frame and engulfing her in a hug.
He released her only long enough to close the door before hugging her again.
“God Monte…”
“I know,” she mumbled into his solid chest.
He sat down on the bed with her and told her in detail about his dream.
She stared at the dizzying teal and mauve carpet. Everything was starting to make sense now.
“He could have talked to me. We could have figured something out. I mean…I could go stay with Rylee, or your Dad, I’m sure he would know what to do.”
“I know…you know if I knew what he was going to do I would have stopped him.”
“I know.”
“Look Monte, I’m not saying what he did is okay, but…well, he was scared.”
She sighed, “I know.”
“He’s torn up. He’s been…going out every night, drinking like crazy and bringing home what he doesn’t finish so he can drink it at the motel. And…he looks like he’s in a friggin’ fight club.”
“What?”
“He’s seriously torn up…and not just emotionally. He’s been getting in bar fights and getting his ass beat.”
“He can take on three guys bigger than him and win,” she said.
“He can…but he’s not. Look, I don’t know what he’s doing or why he’s doing it, all I know is if he keeps this crap up he might not even make it to Lawrence.”
Sam stayed a little while longer; even going to get some food at Arby’s to make sure Monte ate something. He had lain back against the headboard of the bed and she curled up next to him just wanting to feel someone there.
“Sam?”
He craned his neck to look down at her.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” he whispered.
“For being the brother I never had.”
His brow scrunched in confusion. “Monte…what about…”
She put her finger on his lips cutting him off and shook her head with pain evident in her eyes.
He just sighed and nodded slightly.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered. “And I guess you’re the sister I never had,” he smiled, “You know I love you.”
She smiled, “Love you too Sammy.”
The silence that followed was quickly cut short when Sam’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you?” Dean’s voice boomed over the phone loud enough for even Monte to hear.
“I went to the library,” Sam quickly replied, giving thanks to the fact that Dean was just drunk enough not to realize there was no way a library was open this late.
“Oh…”
“I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Okay…don’t wreck my car.”
Sam smirked, “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Sam looked over at Monte. “You know you have to come with me.”
She just nodded.
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