Winchester Brothers
On the Road
"So the yellow-eyed demon killed him" Dean asked as he drove down the road, heading to their destination.
"Yeah" Sam responded from the passenger side. "Looked like it possessed him or something."
"Got anything else? Names? Location?"
"Yeah. The guy that got possessed was called Alfred. The guy he killed was Arthur."
"And the place?"
"New York, I think."
"That's a bit far, Sam."
"We have to go, Dean."
"... I know, Sam."
Arthur Kirkland
New York
Arthur wondered the bust streets of New York as he looked for anyone he knew. He was the personification or England, here for the world meeting. Alfred, known as the United States of America, had insisted on picking Arthur up.
"It'll be so fun" he'd exclaimed. "Just us bros!"
The Brit scoffed at it now, as he had when the American had said it. He had been completely idiotic, as usual.
"Hey Artie" a voice shouted suddenly. "Over here!"
Arthur flinched at the nickname Alfred had given him. Turning his head slightly, he saw the obnoxious American waving at him. The Brit reluctantly made his way over to Alfred.
"The only reason I'm even taking you up on this offer is because I don't feel like renting a motel room."
Alfred laughed in that ear piecing way of his.
"Whatever you say, Iggy!"
"Just take me there before I change my mind, git!"
