The road so far...

[Dean Winchester]

Dean looked around the bar as all the options played through his head, things were not going so well for him. He was angry, sore, in a crowded room, and did he forget angry? Some of the folks around seemed very familiar to him but he could not place from where. He had a feeling something was messing around with his memories.

Calm down Dean, he thought to himself as he noticed he was clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles where starting to turn white. So far the new strangers where mostly keeping to themselves, though one of them had gotten slapped so a fight might be brewing. If that was the case he had to get out of here. There was a time and place to fight, and Dean was sure this was not it. The battle with the Reaper had taken a lot out of him, apparently there was a lot he needed to learn about being a demon.

“Hey Jim, keep my stool warm for me.” With those simple words Dean exited the bar and heading back to the Impala. Dean sighed and shook his head as he noticed a bunch of locals crowded around his ride. They seemed to all be mumbling to each other about it and some of them were even touching it! No one lays a hand on his ride but Dean. Pushing his way through the group he shoved a few of the closer folks out of the way.

“Hands off or you'll lose them!” Dean growled at the crowd. Most of them just shook their heads and walked away, a few had some unkind things to say to him. At least they were leaving his car alone now. He took a walk around to make sure nothing was missing, broken, or had been opened. When he was satisfied that everything was still in place Dean unlocked the driver side door and got in.

The main question he had on his mind as he sat there was what to do next, it's not like he could just sit around here for awhile. There was a Reaper after him now. Maybe that is what he should do, go hunt the bitch down. She probably wasn't in town anymore, which meant she was probably out there in the sand somewhere hiding in a cave. No matter where she was this meant that Dean had to fall back on old ways and do what he did best.

It was time to hunt.

After rolling the windows down Dean turned the ignition and the Impalas' engine roared to life. Ejecting the cassette from the player Dean found a new one and put it in, letting the music start before driving off.

“Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done...”