Clap if you believe.

[Dean Winchester]

The funny thing about time is that when you wander alone in a barren sand filled wasteland it tends to lose all meaning, as it had for the wandering demon. He wasn't sure exactly how long he had been traveling but it had been a while. It could have been days, weeks, potentially even months, but right now that did not matter to him.

All that did was the he really REALLY wanted a beer.

He had spent most of his time walking, day and night, until either he was forced to stop or he found someone to ask for directions to someplace he knew. Well, it was either asking them or slaughtering the entire lot except for one and getting info from them. Sometimes it was a bit of column A, and sometimes it was B. Either way the outcome was the same, first he would be sent in one direction and then eventually another.

That was until finally something the remotely resembled something familiar finally broke on the horizon. Small rather run down buildings that seemed to generally be town shaped. Either this was that nameless town where all his troubles started when he got here, or he had been gone longer then he thought and new things were popping up.


With a slight shrug the demon heading off towards the buildings, hoping to get some sort of answers when he got there.