Dean walked for what seemed like days, his legs feeling Jell-O like as he continued down the asphalt path. He finally saw civilization up ahead in the means of a handy mart.
When he reached the door he peered into the darkened one room establishment, no one moved within it and when he tried the door and found it locked he knew that the place was closed. Looking around the run down place and not seeing anyone, he took it upon himself to let himself in. Taking off his tattered flannel shirt that was wrapped around his waist he covered his hand and with one swift punch knocked the window out that was on the door, gaining him access to the lock and the building.
He entered slowly, his heavy brown boots crunching the broken glass that was now on the floor.
His first stop was the drink cooler where he grabbed a handful of bottled waters. He unscrewed the cap of one and brought the refreshing beverage to his lips, almost downing the whole contents in one swift swig.
"Aaa" he grunted, his throat burning at the first words he had spoken out loud. He called then to see if indeed anyone was there, and when there wasn't a response he began to walk around to help himself to some food that was sitting on the shelves, it was then he noticed a newspaper, a paper dated September 18th 2008. "What the……" he muttered. "4 months? How did?" he didn't know what to do or think then.
As he peered around more he noticed a small sink towards the back of the room. If he looked anywhere near what he felt like he knew he needed a bit of freshening. The water first came out as a trickle but soon the pressure became more commanding allowing Dean to cup his hands around the liquid and throw it onto his face. Looking up into a mirror that hung there he took notice of his appearance. Lifting up his shirt he couldn't help but stare at his chest. The tattoo that he and Sam had gotten to protect them from further possession still remained on the left side, but something was missing……the claw marks, the rips and tears that the hellhounds made the night they killed him. He was mysteriously healed. He lifted the sleeves on his dark t shirt and when he got to his left arm he saw something that confused him further…..a hand print. A print that seemed to be burned into his skin.
Stepping away from the sink he went to the register, and after finally getting the contraption to open he took out the small amount of cash and some change. He was just about to put the money into his jeans pocket when he began to hear the most annoying sound he had ever heard.
It was like a high pitch squeal erupted within the room, it was so loud and so intense Dean thought his eardrums were going to burst from the vibration. It began to dissipate and just as Dean stepped out from behind the counter it came back, and the second time it was as if thunder was rocking the structure. The windows began to shake, and just as Dean came close to one that peered out to the gas pumps all the windows imploded, sending sheers of glass all over Dean and the room.
Half crawling, Dean made his way to the door he entered through, looking back at the mess that was made by of all things a noise…..a noise that was again gone. Picking shattered glass from his clothes and hair he left the shambled station, and walked outside. His eyebrows perked up a bit when he saw an abandoned car, a classic one at that. It wasn't the Impala but it would do to get him where he needed to go…..to Bobby, and hopefully to Sam.
Sophie had sipped so much water from the running brook she thought she would explode then and there from water weight gain. Stepping up from the shallow bank she headed back towards the road, the desolate road she had been travelling on for what seemed like hours.
She listened to the sounds of nature as she walked, she listened to the birds as they chirped, she watched the squirrels chasing one another across the road. She wondered what it was like to be a bird or even a squirrel, to know where you belong in the world. She wanted to know that a year ago, before she made her deal, before she knew what evil really was.
She came from humble beginnings, her parents were killed in a car crash when she was 9, and from then on she spent her years going from foster home to foster home. When she turned 18 she as many say "exited the system"….more or less she was booted out because they felt she could make her own way as an adult.
For ten long years she moved from town to town, meeting various people along the way. One of those people was a man named Bobby, a man who for some reason took her under his wing. He didn't talk much when they met in Cincinnati two years ago, he said he was there on business, but she couldn't figure out what business involved a Chevelle and trucker caps….that was until she walked into her apartment and found Bobby killing a woman that looked exactly like her.
After Bobby took care of the second "her", he began to explain things to her, things that she never thought she would hear, let alone see. He told her of the supernatural, the things that went bump in the night and the things that he and others did. That's when she heard about shape shifters, vampires, werewolves, and crossroad demons, and now she knew he was the one she needed now more than ever….the only one who could explain what happened to her, both in death and resurrection.