Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter 14

Disclaimer: Dude, I don't own them!

Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter fourteen

"Where did it go Dean?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean turned to Sam a look of confusion and sadness passed fleetingly across his face, "Sam," he said quietly just before his eyes turned solid black and Sam was sent sailing through the crowd.

He was saved from striking the ground by strong arms that caught him and stopped his forward momentum. "Sam, where is he, it, whatever?" Devearux asked.

Sam didn't answer instead he sprinted back the way he'd come looking for Dean. He spotted him just before his brother got into the Impala and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Dean," he whispered to himself. He had to find Dean and fix this damn mess. He started running back to the motel. It was a few miles down the road, but it was the only place he could think of to look for his brother.

He was about half way back to the motel when Devearux pulled up next to him and motioned him to get in the car.

"What happened?" Devearux asked after he got in. "We didn't get here in time." Sam replied.

"Great," Devearux said. "Now how do we find it?"

"We have to find Dean."

"Where is he?" Devearux asked. "Is he after it?"

"No." Sam turned to Devearux for the first time since getting in the car. "It has him."

"Excuse me?"

"The demon is in Dean, we need to find him."

"How the hell are we going to do that?" the deputy asked.

"I'm hoping he went to the motel."

"And if he didn't? Dean isn't married and he doesn't have a girl friend in the area. Who is the Demon going to use to torment him?" Devearux asked.

Sam was silent for a few seconds then replied. "Me."

"No, you don't fit the profile." Devearux said, "It goes after women."

"Oh God, no," Sam said. "The diner, go to the diner." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jennifer's number. "Not again, I can't do this again."

Officer Devearux must have realized what Sam was thinking because he flipped on the lights turned on the siren and hit the gas. Two and a half minutes later they were at the diner, but it was too late. She was gone.

They went to the motel, but Dean and Jennifer were not there either. Sam got a few additional supplies from their room and joined the deputy back in the squad car.

He got in just in time to hear Devearux speaking over the radio with the dispatcher. "Martha, I need an A.P.B. on a 1967 Chevy Impala, four door, black, with Kansas license plates."

"Do you have a plate ID?"

"No, but be sure everyone know they should not, I repeat, not attempt to make an attempt to arrest this individual. My niece is in the car. I don't want to upset her; I just need to know where she is."

"Again, Tom?" She asked with a laugh. "You know she's going to be upset with you if you keep doing this."

"Just do it Martha!" He said.

"Don't worry Tom, it's already done."

When Devearux put down the radio he turned to Sam and asked, "Any ideas on where to start looking?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "I have no idea." He told the officer, "But we have time, not much, but I'd guess a few hours at least."

"How do you know?"

"This demon, it feeds on the torment of its victims. It won't kill Jennifer until it has had time use her to torment Dean."

"Use her how?"

"I don't know." He replied, "The cave, try the cave. It's the only place in this town we've been besides the diner. It's the only place Dean knows."

"Yeah, but the demon has been here for almost a month. It knows the town well by now."

"I know, but I'm not seeing to many options here. The only other thing I can think of to do is drive around and hope we get lucky."

"Okay, the cave first, but if it's not there we come back and drive this town block to block if we have too."

Sam nodded. What he needed now was a vision, but it was never that easy.

They were almost to the caves when Jennifer's uncle asked, "What did you mean earlier when you said, you couldn't do this again? Has Dean been possessed before?"

Sam wasn't sure what to say, so he opted for the truth, "No. I wasn't talking about Dean. I was talking about Jennifer."

"What about her?"

"I um… There was someone once. Someone I cared about. She… ah, she died."

Devearux was quiet for a second then he told Sam, "Jennifer told me about you and Jessica."

"She what?"

"We're close, she tells me everything." He said, "But Sam, you know this isn't the same. Jessica died in a fire. And we are not going to let anything happen to Jennifer."

Sam had no idea why he was able to talk to this man, but for some reason Devearux made it easy. "No she didn't, Jessica didn't die in the fire," he said before he knew what he was saying.

"Then what happened to her?"

Sam looked away and sighed, "It was a demon. Not this one, another one. Dean and I are looking for it. We're going to kill the son of bitch. It's my fault I wasn't there to protect her. I was gone and when I got back it was too late. She was dead and then the fire started. I couldn't save her."

"Listen Sam, I'm sorry about Jessica, but we ARE going to save Jennifer. There is no other option here. No matter what we have to do we will save her." Devearux said with complete conviction.

Sam looked at him and said, "You know we can't kill Dean, right?" Sam asked.


"No, listen, we can't kill him because if we do the demon will be released and it will possess someone else." Sam explained. "We can't let it do that. Not to mention that since you and I may be the only two people in the area it would end up in one of us."

"Okay, that could be a problem."

They were only a few minutes from the caves when Martha came on the radio and said, "Tom, the car you're looking for has been spotted. It's at the old mill down by the river."

"Devearux picked up the handset and replied, "Thank you Martha, keep everyone back. I'm about ten minutes away."

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.