It was dark when he set out. Evermore so as the moon refused to rise. The sun had said its last goodbyes, gracing the earth with her last kiss eons ago. The earth was too dark to call day, yet too light to call night. It was the darkness that called to his dark heart.
The cars had stopped working a long time ago. Without anyone to run the oil plants the cars were naught but rusty shells, useless. The sole of his worn shoes hugged the pavement as Dean took another weary step. He could feel the warm road beneath his foot, cursing the old boots he continued on.
"How the fuck is the road so hot when there's no fucking sun?" Loudly wondered Dean.
The first farm house he saw on the lonely road Dean cautiously stumbled into. The first thing he did as check the taps for water. No luck. The rusted knobs refused to move from their long standing station. Applying more pressure the stubborn taps broke off in his hand. Rusted shaving coating his jacket and sneaking into his lungs. The metallic taste was unwelcome on his parched tongue.
"Son of a bitch!" The house mockingly echoed back at him. A cruel echo of his tortured mind. "Fuck this." Dean took the steps to at a time and cautiously shuffled into the master suite.
The smell was the first thing to hit him. A half rotten smell like a truck stop bathroom amplified tenfold. Taking his hat off out of respect Dean quickly darted into the room got what he wanted and ran out again. Coughing on the freshness of the air. They were a loose fit but they were better than the old worn out boots he previously had. The only downside was the damp feeling between his toes. The mustiness of death and dying.
It was outside in the most unexpected place that Dean found the most precious thing in this universe. "Son of a bitch! Water." He ran as fast as he could almost slipping into the dust and pounced on the dog bowl. Careful as a surgeon performing heart surgery to not spill a drop of the precious liquid, Dean poured the entire contents into his water canister. It was then that Dean noticed him. The traitor.
"Hello Dean."