The Universe's Mixer

Dean was damn glad the hospital wasn't sticking him with the bill for whatever they'd done to him. Of course, he had a few credit cards with someone else's name on them to cover if he'd needed to pay for anything. It seemed that the City had gone quiet, or at least still, and the hunter knew when things went still it was usually just the calm before all Hell broke loose.

As he walked home, the Impala was back near the apartment, Dean realized that not only was the City not moving, but it was getting colder. The chill in the air was a little disturbing. The whole time he'd been in this damned place the weather had been mostly comfortable, but now it was turning into a real winter.

By the time he got back to his apartment, he was ready to beat the hell out of the City for going dark. He was glad that it hadn't gone literally dark, but damn if it didn't find a way to screw the people in it over. He approached the shop and paused; the front glass was missing, and it looked like the inside had been redone somewhat. Something was wrong. Looked like someone had some trouble, and when he glanced across the street to see that Fred's place was there....

"Son of a bitch."