"Heeey! Buddy! David?" I walked down the street, pulling at my short dress. Even though we pretty much figured he's just really confused, and he probably killed the hookers because they approached him, somehow I was still in fishnets and a hot pink tube dress. It had to be at least three am even though they dropped me off at midnight. The plan was they'd leave me where I found Davey boy yesterday and then I'd lure him to the apartment. So far it wasn't going super well, "Samtar?"

"Huh?"

"Hey!" I ran forward, stumbling over the ridiculous heels Dean gave me. David, or Samtar I guess was huddled at the end of the alley, his clothes in even worse condition. He was shivering, underneath a cardboard teepee, "Buddy, you doin' alright?"

He looked up at me with huge eyes. Tears ran down his face, staining the remnants of a dress shirt, "I-I'm so sorry I d-didn't know… she was s-so nice…"

"Teresa?"

"Y-yeah. I didn't m-mean to hurt her," he sobbed.

"No, no shh its okay buddy," I helped him up, "Come on home with me alright? We'll sort this out, okay?"

He nodded and I wrapped my arm around his, pulling him towards our motel. As we walked I decided to start the interrogation.

"Why'd you hurt those ladies?" he sniffed loudly and I knew I breached a sensitive topic, "I know you didn't mean to."

"They w-were all so nice," he pouted, "They had me g-go with them, to their places and then- and then-"

I gulped, done asking questions. Helping him inside I locked the door and sat him down on the bed. Sam and Dean stepped out and he looked up, confused.

"Kingdoms fun di erd , zingen antu got," Dean read, "Preyzaz tsu di har az firn hekher di himl fun himl tsu der mzrkh. Ze , er sendz aroys zeyn eygn kul, di shtime fun virtue. Atribut di virtue tsu got."