Run Like Hell (Because It's at Your Heels)
It's been two days since it showed up.
Two days since destruction found him again.
Two days since everything came crashing down.
And now he's sitting in a cheap motel in some ratty old town that just has to be the armpit of the country, trying to keep his gaze off the gun that's resting in front of him on the shitty plywood table.
The gun that's right next to the half empty bottle of whiskey.
Shit, he really is on the John Winchester twelve step program for dealing with your grief.
And not surprisingly, it consists of the consumption of twelve different brands of liquor.
If you don't pass out first that is.
He looks up then, and notices that there's a thunderstorm.
Because demon's just love to fuck around with the weather.
Well, it's time to get moving again.
And hopefully this time Ben will stop crying long enough that Dean can actually drive.
Because it's pretty hard to deal with a wailing kid in the backseat and outrun homicidal demons.
Dean just hopes that they can find help.
But when was the last time things ever worked out his way?
He's going to keep Ben alive though.
Or if he fails, he'll at least die trying.