Another Demon Another Day....[Dean/Sam/Zeek]

[Sam Winchester]

Broken bright sunlight streamed through the light cream colored curtains of the faded out and dull looking motel room, that probably for one night or possibly more would be considered home. All seemed to be quite inside the room, so far any way. The warm sunlight that seemed to be streaming in was showing that it was growing late in the day. At least 10:00 or 11:00 in the morning, maybe even later. Though for the man that was laying on the motels bed was not perturbed yet by how late the day was growing. A calm sleeping face was well still in slumber on top of the pillow that was below his sharp featured head. Dark patterned blankets however were strewn everywhere from a tossing and turning sort of night. Though right at that moment not even the fact that he was partially uncovered was perturbing him.

A little song bird could be heard by any normal awake man outside chirping and singing joyously away. Though at the moment there was no one else around in the general vicinity to hear its calls. It seemed that all was well and dandy at that moment, whether the rest of the trip was or not. Finally the man who had been laying on the bed had let his eyes to begin to flutter to awake state. As soon as his eyes were open fully he turned and reached over for the alarm clock that was near him to check the time, though he wondered why it hadn't gone off. He turned it to read the time, looking at its big red numbers groggily. The clock read 10:35 a.m. He put the clock back on the dark oak stand that it had been resting on and then flopped back down onto the bed and re closed his eyes, groaning in the process, knowing that it was time to get up but the fact was he didn't really want to.

He laid there only for a few more seconds to minutes trying to awake his senses. Then he pushed the warm blankets off and sat up stiffly, rubbing some of the sleepiness out of his face. He looked around the dismal room and blinked a bit. The man noticed that his faithful friend and loving brother, which ever one would like to look at it, was not in the room with him. Or at least not in the same room anyway. But after a few moments of listening to the silence he noticed he was in the whole motel room completely alone. That's just great, was the thought that crossed the mans mind. He figured his companion had to be out either getting food, or finding out information on something without him. Though he usually didn't let him sleep in late that often. Well maybe he had slept really hard and he hadn't noticed his brother having tried to wake him. Well whatever the case was, Sam was up now.

He pushed himself away from the comfort of the bed and got himself ready while he waited for Dean to get back. He had gotten into a warm shower for a few minutes to make himself feel more awake. He then got out, drying himself quickly. After that he got dressed, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and went back into the main room feeling more awake and ready to go. He figured that Dean would let him know what was going on anyway. So he didn't worry about it too much. After he got done getting dressed, he went over to the window and pulled the soft textured curtain open and looked out it to world beyond. Yep, the car was gone. Well it had to be a good reason for sure, or at least Sam hoped anyway. So instead he put the curtains back and then went over to the table to where there latest information was. He looked down at it with only mild interest. He knew that it had to be done though, so he finally sat down and began to start sifting through it. At least it would muse him for a while until Dean returned from where ever he had gone. Though he knew that the info before him would keep him preoccupied for only a while, he knew that it wouldn't be forever, so he hoped that Dean would be back sooner rather than later.

After sifting through articles and that for a while he finally looked back up at the window to see if Dean was coming back yet, again though he didn't see the man. He gave a sigh over that and then went back to looking at the work before him. He wasn't at it long however before his poor stomach growled loudly in protest for lack of food. He looked down at his stomach briefly and then gave it a side long look. He then shook his head and gave a half quirked smile about it. Then for a third time look towards the window and door, hoping that Dean would walk in any second. And yet again...nothing. Before he got back to work though he decided to get up, walk over, and open the window that he had been looking out of. At least he would be able to get some fresh air that way. He rubbed the right side of his face from weary tiredness that seemed to want to creep back up on him as he went back over to his computer and information. It was almost too nice of a day to be staying inside. But he knew that he had to stay though. Otherwise Dean would probably wonder where he would have disappeared off too. And he didn't want his brother to get worried. So he went and sat back down at the table and continued to work even if he felt like he was about to have cabin fever from forcing himself to stay inside.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean pulled into the almost empty hotel parking lot and parked the car. He reached over and grabbed the food and drink containers off of the passenger seat. He pocketed his keys and opened the car's door. Just as he was about to get out of the car though he noticed that the hotel's room window was wide open. A mischievous smile played across Dean's face as he noted the fog horn he had received from Morgan earlier that day. "Perfect." he said quietly out loud to himself as he grabbed the fog horn with his free hand out of the car. Dean closed and locked the Impala. He then strolled across the parking lot towards their open hotel rooms open window. As he reached the window he took a careful look inside. Making sure that he stayed well concealed from view. There he saw Sam sitting at the hotel rooms table, his face plastered diligently in front of his computer as usual, though with his back towards the window for the most part. Dean could barely contain his excitement over it all.

He bent down low, crouching beneath the window sill. After he got himself situated in a comfortable position, semi crouched just under the sill, having carefully place the food and drink aside he took the fog horn and raised it above his head carefully, putting it just over the window sill with the part that let out the sound pointing in towards the room. He looked up into the window at a side angle. Most of his body was facing the window however. As he looked up he put his index finger over the button to press down on it, letting it stall there only momentarily. He couldn't almost wait for that joyous sound to come out of that little object. He counted to himself counting down in his head, Three...Two...One! He then pushed down on the button swiftly, holding his finger down well on it diligently.

The sound filled the area around loudly, but most especially the room inside. He then began to quietly snicker to himself as he did so. Once he felt poor Sam had, had enough he finally let up on the button. However the sound still seemed to mockingly ring in the air even if the horn wasn't going anymore. He quickly pulled the horn out of sight and stayed crouched down low, just waiting to see what Sam would do.

[Sam Winchester]

Sam had been so wrapped up into his work trying to forget the fact that he was over hungry. And then he thought he smelled food. Glorious wonderful food. It seemed that his mind had to be getting the best of him. He had, had only a little bit of time to lean back in the chair just a bit, just to find himself having to jump up out of his chair and almost literally out of his poor skin. But as he tried to jump up he instead went up a bit and then fell backwards in the chair onto the ground, a loud thud resounding his fall. "Ow!"he said taking in one painful breath. He laid there looking up at the ceiling then, wincing mildly in pain from having fallen over. He had to wonder where that nose had come from. And then he remember he had the window open. As quickly as he could he got up he rush over to the window. He look first directly out the open part of the window, through the screen that normally would keep bugs out, but then he heard something strange. It was snickering laughter that he heard, ...and it was coming from under the sill?

That right there was odd, especially for the fact he hadn't looked down yet, and if he had he sure as hell would have seen Dean under the sill. Finally he did though and saw Dean under there trying to stifle back a laugh. Sam pursed his lips at him indignantly and gave him a hard stare. Oh he was so going to have to get Dean back for that one. He had already one up on him with the quaking bed incident. And now he had this. Geez Dean was such a child, or so he thought anyway. Though he still loved his brother none the less. But he knew that under all that angelic "who meness", he had a devil rearing its horns and ugly head. So much for halo's. Dean's would either but stuck on his horns, or have been thrown around some demons neck. He kind of liked the idea of the latter of the two. He could just see now this glowing gold halo strangling a demon. That made only a half smile cross his face though. He then debated whether he should let Dean in for that, especially when he caught sight of the fog horn in his hands.

But then Sam smelled the food, and it was good. His stomach growled again in wanting protest. He knew now that if he didn't get food soon, his stomach was going to eat him from the inside out. But first he thought he'd have a little bit of rambling fun with his brother first. "Jesus Christ Dean! What the hell do you think your doing! You scared the livin' hell out of me with that stupid thing. Shit Dean what are you trying to do, wake or alert the neighbors to the fact that were here. Sure its around to after twelve o'clock in the afternoon, but still. What the hells wrong with you. Your such a dumb ass sometimes, are you ever going to grow up. Give me one good reason why I should let you in."

He stared smartly out the window at him. If Dean wanted to play hard ball, Sam was going to play hard ball right on back, no matter what Deans thoughts were. He came to realize it was just one of there past times that they had, since they didn't have many growing up. Giving each other hell was one of there many ways of expressing there care for each other. But there were days when Sam would of liked to win instead of Dean. Sure Dean was older, but it didn't mean that Sam was any dumber or smarter. He could hack it with his brother, especially these days. It was a lot different than when they first meet up on that one faithful reuniting meeting while Sam was staying with his girlfriend. That was a long time ago though, and at that time Sam was a lot greener behind the ears then. Now though, he had, had time to get to know what his brother was like. Had gotten to know the way Dean ticked a bit. Knowing him well a little, was better than not knowing him at all.

He finally saw that sappy puppy look on his brothers face. That was the point when he couldn't be mad to much longer at him, that was until Dean got inside and had fully set down the food and that. That was when he could probably tackle Deans ass down and give him the most hell there was by flaunting out one of Deans many weaknesses by tickling him to death and beating the tar out of him with one or two of the motel/hotel's pillows. "Alright Dean, just don't give me that look, its not cool. I'll go let you in you pathetic turd. You know you really are such a suck up sometimes." He then went over to the door and turned the knob to prepare to open it, but then he stopped short and let go. "Although...."he said a bit mischievously calling out. "First you have to promise no more pranks on me for a while, especially that."

[Dean Winchester]

As Dean was still under the sill, his face had turned a bright red out of sheepishness as he still snickered quietly to himself. But by the point in time that Sam had started ranting though, Dean's snickering had become full all out laughter. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He had been caught red handed in a sense and Dean knew it. Though when Sam had asked about why he should let him in, all Dean did was hold up one of the food containers just above the sill, knowing Sam would end up seeing it. He then commented, "Is this good enough of a reason."

He then had given his brother another puppy dog sort of look knowing that Sam was still there. He then had listened to Sam go on some more as he heard Sam make his way to the door. Damn he rants, raves, and bitches a lot, Dean mused to himself. Now he had to promise to stop doing pranks on Sam! Well stopping was going to be highly unlikely. It seemed Sam had forgotten that one little tid bit. But he supposed he could let Sam catch up just a little. Though then he would get back to pranking on his brother yet again. And he already saw one coming, though he promised and apologized anyway. He wanted in, so why not. "Alright, alright Sammy! Damn it, you win. I'm sorry and I promise not to prank you for a while. Now will you let me in before the food gets cold."

Dean then collected the food, drinks, and that and walked over to wait for Sam to open the door. Finally he heard it click and then swing open. "Here, now you wanna stop your whinin' and bitchin' and go put this stuff on the table." he said with a half smile as he hands the stuff to Sam. except for the horn. He the closed the door and waited until he thought Sam had put the stuff securely down on the table and had let go of the things that he had, had a hold of. Bub before Sam could turn around to face him, Dean gave the horn another smart blow. He watched his brother jump again and then he said with a grin and a laugh, "Just seein' if your paying attention there bro."

[Sam Winchester]

Sam finally turned around after having heard the horn again. Dean had promised. Though he should have seen it coming. Sam should have known better that Dean wouldn't keep his promise. That Dean had only done it long enough to get in and get the food set down. He looked at Dean with set eyes. He now was so going to get his brothers ass for it. He reached over and grabbed the phone book off the table, walked over to Dean, rapped Dean smartly on the head with it, and then took the horn from him. He then walked back over to the table, setting the horn down. Then he turned back to Dean, this time a malicious look on his face. One bent on getting revenge. He took a step towards Dean and then made his way to the side of his bed. He grabbed his pillow, and then still while holding it, smacked Dean with it repetitively. "Now ... this ... is ... for ... blowing ... that ... damned ... stupid ... horn....AGAIN! Where the hell did you even get that damned thing from?" Finally he stopped hitting Dean with the pillow to let Dean answer.

[Dean Winchester]

As soon as Dean saw the look in Sam's eyes he knew that his own thoughts were going to turn on to the idea of, oh shit. He noticed Sam first reaching for the phone book. "Um....Sammy...what are you doing...?" he asked nervously. He then felt a smart smacking on the top of his head and then the horn being torn from his grip. "Hey!" he said with a pout. He then watched as Sam had re turned around after having set the horn down and he noted that he could see in Sam's gaze that Sam was bent well on revenge. Dean tried to back up, away from Sam. But then he couldn't stop the onslaught of pillow attacking him. He feel over onto the nearby bed, where Sam continued to pummel him with the pillow. And as he was being hit by the pillow he still was laughing and he said, "Ow, ow, ow! Ah! God-! ...Damn it Sammy! Okay, okay! Enough!"

Finally the relentless pillow attack stopped. Dean had been given a chance to catch his breath and wipe away the tears of laughter. He sat up on the bed and began to straighten out his disheveled self. "Hmmm where did I get the horn from...."he said a glazed looked fell over his face and cheap grin plastered his lips. "It's an interesting story. And its one that I will tell you if you stop pummeling me with that confounded pillow."

Finally Dean stood up and walked over to the table to grab his food. Sure Dean had only left overs, but it was still food none the less. And he sat down on the side of the table that Sam hadn't been sitting on and then started to dig into his own food. He almost more inhaled the stuff than rather eating it. He gave a sigh as he let the food fill him. He then briefly looked up to Sam and gave him a, well are you coming, sort of look hoping that Sam would come sit and eat. As soon as he saw Sam toss the pillow back on the bed and join him he then decided to talk. "Ah yes the fog horn....I happened to run into an friend...Morgan Vincent. She's the one who gave it to me. And though you pummeled me to death almost, I am still seeing the benefits of having taken it." He then reached over with a free hand grabbed the file that Morgan had also given him and continued to speak, "She also gave me this. Which basically means....we have some work to do. Fun...no?"

[Sam Winchester]

"Yay for work to do." Sam said with some minor good naturedness and sarcasm. "What sort of fun little work are we talkin' about doing Dean. After all whatever it is, it must be pretty damned big if Morgan is looking to you for some help. Heavens, hasn't it been years since you've seen her. Honestly Dean how many women do you really know!"

He gave a chuckle about the last part. He knew that Dean was a mega womanizer by far. He gave Dean a strange sort of smile though about it. He really did have to wonder how many young women Dean actually knew. Though he knew it was plenty more then he would ever know. This made him chuckle a little in his head to himself. Finally though he put the pillow down and came over and joined Dean at the table, grabbing both the file and the food. He opened the white styrofoam container and let the smells fill his nostrils. He gave a great full sigh and the grabbed the plastic fork that came with it and started to dig in himself. He almost wanted to wolf it down, but he kept himself from doing so. He then, while after taking a bite, opened the file to view it. There were so many deaths, and not all of them were the same way. So what was it that made them connected. There had to be something that drew them together. Otherwise they didn't make any sense at all.

The only thing that seemed to give it that special spark that would make it there area of expertise was the fact that they seemed to be either to unusual or to unexplainable by others such as the police. He then found the disk with the video clips on it. He stuck that in his still working lap top. He watched as the images came up, and that almost made him stop eating. It was one of the worse things Sam thought that he could ever see. He had to wonder how Morgan got a hold of the images. So he thought he had to ask Dean about that as he watch, leaning slightly back in his chair no longer eating anything at all. He gave his brother a semi worried stare and then asked, "Hey Dean where did Morgan get all of this? I mean this is pretty deep dude. Even I think for us."

[Dean Winchester]

Dean stopped eating briefly, a bit of food hanging from his mouth. He looked at Sam with a deer in the headlights sort of stare. He honestly didn't know the sender, but he knew how she got it. He finished eating the piece of food and swallowed it, picking up a napkin to wipe his mouth with and then spoke.

"Well most of it I am guessing she research and found on her own. But the clips, those were just sent to her computer today. Though in all honesty, I don't know really why they were. It does concern me however that the things even were sent to her in the first place. That bugs me to high hell. However what can I honestly do about it though. It did scare Morgan though when she did see them. Personally I think she is leading her self down a dark road that she shouldn't be sending herself down. One that I think may end up getting her hurt in some way. Though I don't know. I won't know more until we go to talk to her tonight. Oh, that reminds me, I hope you don't mind, but we probably will be staying there for a while, thought it to be a way to keep the costs low and that on expenses. She offered, I didn't. Though she is going to be making dinner for us tonight, which helps. I mean when was the last time we really had an honest home cooked meal Sam. So I thought we would take up the offer. But if you disapprove let me know okay. I really wouldn't like going in on this without some supported backup from you." he said looking back down at his food, poking his fork back into the food and pulled out another piece for him to bite down on. He ate it with hungry viciousness, trying not to be perturbed by the video clips Sam was viewing.

[Sam Winchester]

"Dark roads proverbially are never a good thing. So your saying we won't be having to stay here after today eh. Well I suppose I don't mind. And she is going to be making dinner, how quaint. Well maybe we can find out more from her then when we do go. Though Dean, please I beg you, try to keep the flirty isms down to a minimum, I really would like to keep my sanity and whatever food I may end up eating while there. Though still, I don't see why anyone would want to threaten her. I can see people like us maybe, but not Morgan." he said mildly. He did eventually go back to eating though after a while, while he read the stuff that he had in front of him. Once he was done eating though. He shut down the laptop and put it away. There wasn't much more he could collect over that. Though he didn't like it, none of it. It all just seemed too weird to him. He then closed the box of his now devoured food, and pushed it aside.

He then looked at Dean again. He had to give his brother some credit for all the things that he has ever done for him. Sometimes he'd forget though. He pushed his chair back and went to go grab his jacket and other such things together. They were going to be leaving and that was that. He knew that Dean wouldn't want to do it later. He stuff everything quickly away, trying to muse himself. He supposed it might partly be nervous tensions over the material he read. Or the fact that he knew that they had work to do. Yet he felt something bothering him. And he had no idea how to really express it. Maybe it was the dream he had last night that kept him from getting up early in the morning like usual. He really didn't know, but he wasn't about to trouble his brother over the matter anyway. There were more important things to worry about.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean finally finished his food as well. He too closed his box and moved it aside until he could trash it later. He watched as his brother began to start cleaning up on his own. Dean then too pushed his chair back and got up himself, making his way over to go help Sam pack. "What, I will be good. Or at least, I will try to be good. We may have a few errands to run before hand, but nothing big really. Then we'll be able to head out there. Problem is...I have to remember the way. Now that may take a bit." he said with a chuckle tossing some things in his bag.

"I probably should give her a call before we fully head out there...so you don't get us lost." he stated with a smile. "Cause yeah that would be bad, and then Morgan would have my head. Make sure you got everything before we head out okay."

He then went into the bathroom and collected the other stuff in there, giving Sam his things. He stuffed all the things that he had back into his bag, taking a moment to glance over at Sam. The poor guy looked utterly disturbed. But he had learned through the years that Sam would talk when he felt the need to really do so. Though Dean figured he would ask later though about it anyway. Especially if it continued to bug him. Though he did say, "Hey, if there's anything bothering you...you promise you'll tell me later right? But hey whatever, I am going to go take these out to the car now. So yeah you wouldn't mind trashing our garbage would you? And, either I will catch you outside with the car, or back in here if I decide to make a sweep of the place to make sure."

[Sam Winchester]

Sam looked back at his brother and gave him a weak smile. "Yeah I'll tell you if there is. Alright I will see you outside then. I can make the sweep of the room, you just go ahead and take the stuff out. I will be out there in a bit I promise. Just got to finish collecting my stuff. Then I will be ready to go. But getting us lost would be more than likely your doing not mine." he said. He finished collecting his things and gathered them all together. He put the files they got into his bag and began to make a sweep of the room. He didn't find anything as he search, but one could never really know. He could of had a sock under one of the beds. He did trash the garbage though for Dean. Though it seemed like it was taking forever for him to get everything ready to go.

[Ezekiel]

A figure was sitting directly on Dean's car, outside. He waited for Dean to come out, a cup of black coffee in his hand. He gave a sigh as he knew exactly what was going on inside. How was it that humans could take so long. Though he could be patient he supposed. So he took another sip of the coffee and watch intently what was going on. Though he figured he would entertain himself a little while he waited. So with a wave of his had he turned the cars radio on. Luckily he had it on a rock station. He didn't mind the classic sound of rock, though he figured if it was loud enough it would certainly get Dean's attention. And to him that would be a nice added perk. And though he didn't really need to eat anything, he figured he'd get whatever Dean had gotten. Though he picked at it mostly, eating a bite now and then. However Dean did finally come out of the hotel room. It was about damned time too. He crossed one leg over the other as he sat there on the Impala's hood. A semi only half smile spread across his face.

"Its about time you got your girly ass out here Dean. I thought I was going to have to wait for over a decade before you'd get out here. I do believe you and I need to talk, ...alone. Don't worry, Sam won't be joining us, I have already made well enough sure of that. There won't be much time to talk so I am going to have to talk fast with you. And if you must wonder, no Cas could not be here for specific reasons." he said strongly and then continued, the next sentence mumbled a bit, "As if I have to be the bloody postal express. Anyway...I am here to tell you a few things. So yeah you better take maybe a seat on the hood, after you put those away of course, and come and listen to what I have to say. First of all I will introduce myself, I am Ezekiel the Arch Angel of Death."

[Dean Winchester]

Dean stopped dead in his tracks after he walked out of the hotel room making his way to the car, baffled by the fact that the radio was going. Yet in his hand were the keys. Though what really get him was that the man before him had the audacity to sit on the hood of his car. That made him frown so badly. He listened to what the man said, trying to hold back the look of contempt. Why won't the angels just leave me the hell alone!, he thought to himself. Though he was worried about Castiel and his where abouts, he wouldn't mention this to anyone, let alone an angel of any sort. And he did find it a bit intriguing that the angels would send THE Arch Angel of Death. Which was something also he wouldn't easily admit. Finally as he went to go put the stuff away he said, "I've got a better idea. Why don't you leave my car the hell alone. And just get to the fuckin' point then halo boy."

[Ezekiel]

Ezekiel like Dean's no bull shit flair. Though he had to admit. Dean was a little too wound up tight for his own good. He gave a half smile though, but he didn't budge. "Ah come on I though of all people you enjoyed classic rock. And halo boy...isn't that just a bit rude...honestly. I feel so wounded." he said with a slight over dramatic tone. "Though what I do have to tell you is of high urgency and of the most seriousness. I am here. Not on the will of the angels really, but of Cas himself. He wanted me to do a favor for him, knowing that the info would get across better if I told it to you. And he has told me all about you. That and Sam. Actually it was I who had help in ordering you back, though it was for different reason's than what Zachariah had held. And for that I am very sorry. Though here you stand now. However that being here may not be for long. There is rumor about, one that you should hear. Your personal life may be at danger Dean Winchester. That, and most especially your brothers, especially if what i have gathered on information is true. Dean what I am trying to say is...well...someone may have rekindled your contract. A very high up someone. And they may or may not sooner or later be out on the hunt for you. So what I am saying is watch your back. it may very well be hard to get you a second time from hell. And personally I don't want that to happen to you."

[Dean Winchester]

At the sound of going back to hell being a possibility, Deans face went sickly pale. He looked at Ezekiel with fevered eyes. His mind drifted back to the dreams he had been having lately. The ones he hadn't been telling Sam about. And as he went over to go finally sit on the hood of the car to keep himself from keeling over then and there, he said, "Alright, fine you win. Now will you tell me what the hell is going on?" He didn't trust just quite yet, but he figured he would take any answers right then from any source that would offer.