"Sebastian is this really necessary"? The boy's expression displayed annoyance.

"Why yes my young Lord, it is". The crimson eyed man did not hide the fact his succulent lips grew into a satisfied smirk.

"You do enjoy my humiliation, don't you"?

"My Lord, what would ever give you that idea? I have only prepared you clothing that will allow you to blend within modern American culture"?

"You do realize that you can't follow me around dressed as a butler either"?

"Unfortunately, I have sir. I have already collected select articles that are deemed appropriate for our relocation". Ciel Phantomhive sighed and examined himself in the nearby mirror of the department store. He felt extremely uncomfortable and exposed in the low necked blue tee shirt, but felt a sense of familiarity with the gray vest and checked shorts. He had no idea why Sebastian had chosen to fit him with a beige hat. Nonetheless, fellow mall goers, especially girls in their lower teens giggled and stared at him as they passed.

Sebastian loosely wound the black scarf around his shoulders and fitted the long gray jacket to his liking. He and the Young Master had been traveling around the world, not out of leisure but to pass time. He dare say the Young Master was a horrid traveling companion He closed his eyes while adjusting the stark white collar. One single mistake brought him here… Never would he taste the delicious cold purity of Ciel Phantomhive's soul or rather any soul for the rest of eternity. For Ciel Phantomhive had no soul, for he like Sebastian was a demon… A Sebastian who had obeyed a single order that forever altered his life, was bound to that demon for the rest of eternity.

Sam and Dean Winchester sat side by side in Dean's impala, surveying mall goers entering and exiting.

"So you think there's a demon here"? The elder brother asked, his tone suggested boredom. The reason for this boredom was understandable. It was a hot July day, and they had been sitting in the car for well over an hour now.

"I think there's more then one here".

"So let's go in, figure out who's an evil son of a bitch, nab em, douse em in holy water, chant fifty words and send them back to hell".

"It isn't that simple Dean". Sam retorted. Dean groaned and leaned back against his seat.

"I don't care what you say. I didn't eat breakfast and I'm starving". Dean threw open the Impala's door and shut it with a delicate push. He made it around to Sam's side and grinned through the closed window. Sam rolled his eyes, unfastened his seatbelt and opened the door. Stepping outside he gave his brother a dark look.

"You don't have any money, do you"?

"Nope".

"Why am I doing this again"?

"Because I'm your brother and you forgot the pie when I clearly told you not to". Sam sighed, feeling guilty about his brother's forgotten favorite snack trudged across hot asphalt and into the mall.

Sebastian and Ciel sat across from one another, going through the motions of consumption. However their greased hamburgers appeared to remain completely untouched subtracting a few picks that were done with their fingers.

"Sebastian, what are we even doing here"? Ciel mumbled into his palm. He currently had his elbow on the table and his face rested against his palm. Sebastian noted that as the years dragged on, Ciel's manners worsened though he did manage to keep his British accent. "Sometimes Sebastian… I wish you had eaten my soul…To spare us both this boredom". Sebastian was moderately surprised, though he wished that every day of his life…

Ciel's eye not covered by a patch, flickered to the pair of men sitting nearby them. His extremely sensitive hearing allowed him and Sebastian to pick up on the conversation easily.

"Where could these demons be hiding"? The man with longer hair asked. His companion took a long slurp of whatever was in his Styrofoam cup and sighed.

"I don't know Sammy, but when we find these evil bastards, we'll have to exercise them". Ciel's eye slightly widened, and he then focused his attention back to Sebastian.

"Do not fret, young master. The only blade that can kill our kind died along with Hannah Anafeloz. Ciel's posture relaxed. Though he hated his life as a demon, he would prefer not to be slain by such buffoons….