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add date: 09/01/2016
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Threnchcoat on a Tortillia
"... Freak lightning strikes on the heels of the fire that burned down the 'Center for Vibritional Enlightenment' earlier today. Said a spokesman, 'this tragedy represents the largest loss in new-age motivational speaker history." Was blaring form the radio in Singers' junkjard.
"Motivational speakers?" Sam commented with a frown.
"Yeah. I'm not sure new Cas gets irony any better than old Cas." Returned Dean as he unfasted the lamp from under the open hood before the closed it. "Course old Cas wouldn't smite Madison Square Garden just to prove a point." Dean continued as switched the light off and looked Sam in the eyes. "He is of the deep end of the deep end. And there is no slowing down." Before he began looking down again.
"So, what? Try to talk to him again?" Sam tried to put forth. "Sam." warned Dean as a way to stop Sam's line of thought.
"Dean, all we can do is talk to the guy." Sam tried hopefully. Only to get debunked by Dean. "He's not a guy. He's God, and he's pissed. And when God gets righteous, you get the Hell out of the way. Haven't you red the Bible."
Before Sam could retour however a very familiar voice jumped in from behind several cars. "That is only partially true, Dean. Yes, he's not your average bird anymore, but he is hardly God." Said the speaker as he slowly moved towards them, if the sound of moving gravel is anything to go by. "And he is slowing down, just not in the way that you think. The reality of it all will just get more gruesome." The voice continued on with a small drawl as he slowly came into view of the headlights, revealing a pair of worn jeans. All the while his pathway is being tracked by two experienced gunmen at the car in the middle.
With several strides, stood the speaker in the middle of the yard. Only to reveal a kid that couldn't be more than 18. He had unruely jet-black hair and one pair of very familiar baby-blue eyes.
"Danny?!" was the only reaction the Halfa's old friends could bring up in union. They thought that he had died almost ten years ago with the rest of his small hometown in a freak explosion.
"Hey, Sam. Dean. How has life been treating you since I 'died'?" Said the Halfa darkly before adding with a smirk "Your mom and Dad said 'hi' by the way."