WHO: John Winchester WHAT: Arriving in Los Angeles WHEN: Morning. Early. WHERE: City outskirts to the heart of the city. RATING: PG STATUS: Progress!
Being on the side of the angels was something new to John Winchester. Something he didn't really want to think about.
Because that's why they'd sent him here, to do their work and protect people. Fuck doing their work, protecting people was what he'd spent the past decade and then some doing, and anyway, who the hell were they to mandate his existence?
Questions about metaphysics would have to wait however as he moved his foot off the gas-pedal to stare at LA proper.
A dim sun was rising in the East over the city. John found his notes, equiptment, gear, everything he'd needed in the trunk of the car. The page open to Los Angeles was mostly blank...the powers of darkness preferred to gather in places that had more...well...more history There was a werewolf pack, but that had to have been ages ago...
Everything seemed...normal.
Here's hoping it stays that way.. John picked a location at random and started heading toward it, looking for a parking lot to spend a few hours rest in.