The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Note: Set in season 5
They were in a bar in Atlanta, Georgia. Dean was busy hustling some poor sod at pool, so Sam went up to bar by himself to get a drink.
"You look like you been through the ringer," a voice next to him said.
"Rough day. Trying to beat the Devil's no easy task." He said it with enough dry humor that it sounded like a joke.
"Here, lemme buy you a drink. Name's Johnny," the man said, holding out his hand.
"Sam," he replied, taking the proffered hand and drink.
Sam took a swig of beer, and the man leaned back on his bar stool, "So the Devil, huh?"
Sam laughed and said, "Seems like it sometimes."
Johnny got off his tool and leaned down to grab his bag. "My advice," he said, "learn the fiddle." As he was walking out the door, Sam saw the scroll of a violin peaking out the backpack; it was gold.
~FIN
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