Dean stared tiredly at the dark road in front of him as his brother droned about theories of how to find the legendary Colt to defeat Lucifer. He had been driving for a continuous 16 hours. Only bits of Sam's words processed in his mind.
"...Bela...Colt…could...we…"
The Colt was rumored to be able to kill anyone and anything. The brothers had it once. But it was swept away from their hands by a beautiful woman, named Bela Talbot, with a money motivated heart. She however died and had passed the Colt to its intended prey. Now, the brothers needed it back to defeat the devil and stop the Apocalypse.
The moon was full and only a few stars appeared as if the rest were hiding from the Apocalypse ridden world. Cool breeze sneaked in the half open window on Dean's side making him extremely drowsy. He looked on frustratingly at the lonely empty road that yawned before him.
"Come on, Sammy." Dean interrupted in his boastful rugged voice, almost as if trying to wake himself up. "Bela died giving the gun to Lilith. Both, of which are dead. It could be anywhere on Earth by now."
"...Well I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas." Sam frowned looking frustratedly at his brother.
"I'm driving, Sam! What do you want me to do? Multitask and crash the car?" His brother answered with annoyed bitterness. A hint of guilt manifested inside of him. But before he could apologize, his brother's voice sprang into his ear.
"Dean look out!" Sam yelled pressing himself against his seat. Dean's eyes widened. He slammed on the breaks of his car just in time to heal at the foot of the pedestrian standing in front of them.
Sam's mouth gaped open as his mind processed the pedestrian's green striped sweater that helped him see the person. His brother opened his window.
"What the heck is the matter with you!" Dean yelled.
"I'm in the middle of the road." The pedestrian answered a little guiltily and walked toward Dean. "Listen, I've been walking all night and all the cars I've hailed never stopped. I was desperate."
"To get killed?"
" Or hitch a ride. Which ever came first."
The brothers exchanged glances. Then without warning, Dean splashed a can of holy water onto the pedestrian. Instead of an expected sizzling demon, they were greeted with a slightly confused look.
"Is that a no?"