AN: Hello there, yes, I've returned after.. [counts on fingers like Dean] a year? Last summer I was here or the summer before, but anyways. Hello.
~~~ Just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the mistakes and any grammatical errors. I don't have time for Beta and I'm trying to learn to do better myself. English isn't my first language, it's my Seventh.
It had been a long tiring day after yesterday's job he returned from and had to go back today as he realized that the ghost wasn't of the body he salted and burned. After a long search he finally found the body and tried to burn it while the angry spirit tried to burn him alive. Escaping with minor injuries, a fractured rib, and a few cuts and scratched he got back on road towards his motel 40 miles off, but decided to stop by the bar he saw when he left that morning for the job.
He was beat and tired, but sort of frustrated about his situation of being possessed by this demon that he actually, willingly, let into himself. The Demon wasn't bad, made him do no different than be himself at all times and take over when he could not on the Job or anywhere else. Still.. Why did he let a damn /demon/ possess him? Good or bad.. 's still a Demon.
Sitting there in his baby he thought for another minute to go to motel or in the bar and decided to go get a drink, they wouldn't be able to see his beat face, because it'd be dark in there and well.. His clothes covered his body's damage. With a grunt he got out and entered the somewhat quiet and somewhat not so quiet bar. Heading straight for the bar, sat himself down with a sigh that just screamed Tired. "Beer?" Said the bartender and he shot him a weak smile and a nod. Having him pour the usual for him he wrapped his arms around it and lowered his head on his folded elbow, too tired to even drink.. Then realized that someone to his right a stool over was looking at him for a few seconds now..oh.
He could've said "Hey", but again.. It required the effort he lacked at the moment. Head down, chin propped up, watching some black smudge that was on the bar's surface. He thought to himself how he'll deal with this? Human: Check. Possessed by some dead angel's grace: Check. Now Demon that actually, really, isn't bad?: Check. What the hell was going on in his system.. Why did he feel so okay with all this?
It literally /never/ bothered him. None of it, they ever even showed themselves until I said do. Maybe he just controlled them well or maybe they started to like him and somehow got connected to him humanity? He was a happy guy, so maybe they just though.. Let the guy live and maybe we'll live within him? Both curses and possessions were more like blessings now. Shouldn't be worrying as much if the Unknown Demon and the Unknown Angel's Grace don't bother.. For about ten months to the Demon's being a part of me for six years no- "Kid, how about I get you a Coffee instead and you stay awake enough to get home safely?"
The bartender woke him from his thoughts and oh.. Ge didn't realize he'd closed his eyes while thinking? "Yes, please." Nodded with a smile and earned himself a slight ruffle.. Which was odd, but he didn't mind it. Guy looks like a father to one himself. "Ere y'go" the man's strong accented voice woke him once again and he realized how much he needed to get home, clean up, and sleep. Sliding the untouched beer to the girl watching him, with a smile. She took it and did a little cheers before leaving to the dance floor with it. Returning back to his coffee, draining it with the usual 'mm', he paid, and was out the door after a wave to the bartender and the girl. Glad that he stopped by. Was worth feeling way lighter then he usually felt with all those thoughts in his head, undiscussed.