"I donno. That could be the problem. I don't think we could take him, not with out a lot of luck and heavy artillery." Dean didn't like admitting that, any of it. And, he didn't like the truth that was behind it all. It was actually painful to think about.
"What the..." Dean had caught sight of something, a few somethings. He blinked at the older weapons, books, and models. What really caught his attention though was the table. Not the wooden one meant for books and such, but something that was meant for planning.
"Is that...what I think it is?" He looked over the outline of what could have been the City. It seemed right. It sure as hell wasn't what he expected to be on one of these things - the whole world. Or some large part of it.