Who: Demon!Dean & OTA When: Now Where: Calmer streets What: Checking out the sights Rating: R for language and well, whatever Dean does. Status: Open
Something is really fucking wrong. There he was, cruising along the highway, looking for somewhere to turn in Nevada to catch a few winks. Not like a demon needed a whole hell of a lot of sleep but sometimes you wanted to bask in the goodness of sloth and snooze away the days for awhile when the need hit you. Yeah, he wanted a motel and a damn burger, some cheese fries and a hefty helping of cherry pie. Was that too much for a man to ask for?
Instead, here he is, in some war ravaged city. He came in and saw three people running, two corpses on the ground. The smell of blood still fresh and cloying in his nostrils, and he appreciated that scent. It was like the sweet gooey goodness of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies to a demon. It riled him up a little and made him want to stay to find out what the hell was going on.
Only a few days ago had he watched the news and it was pretty tame in comparison to what went on in hell. The typical murders (more people committing murder/suicides as of late), hurricanes wrecking the southern shores, nuclear talks between countries and the same old shit in the Middle East. Not to mention something about a skiing squirrel and Sandy the Panda giving birth to twins. How fucking joyous for the American people. Real down home shit there.
But now after a day of being here, killing a few people for the hell of it and not finding a decent meal to eat in town. He was a little on the bored side, wanting to know where he was. Wanting to know the best place to get a bite, maybe lay down and sleep like he wanted to. Find someone to torture for awhile until he got tired of their pleading and screams.
He abandoned the old pick up he was in, damn thing ran out of juice but that didn't really matter. He'd just pick up another car and be on his merry way. He missed the Impala like a missing limb though, damn thing was so ingrained in him, that when he got out of hell, he tried tracking down his little snot nosed brat of a brother to take it back from him. His search was fruitless however and he was stuck jacking cars all over the country. Nothing ever traced back to him since he switched license plates and tended to keep a low profile unless shit was really boring.
It was the same as always. Nothing new, nothing different except for a few added perks. And those perks? They were sweet, darling. Good ol sugary love that he couldn't get enough of but now he walked along the streets. Slowly but surely, looking into abandoned shops and checking out the place. This part of town seemed less wild than other parts. He didn't mind a bit of quiet every now and then but he needed some entertainment.
Something tangible. Real.
Someone to fuck with or fuck.
Whatever tickled his fancy.
And none of what he wanted was appearing before him.