"Die, you son of a bitch" dean shouted as the knife in his hand ended the life of a demon. The male screams goung silent. As a light exploded from within the human. The special knife that kills the demons and sadly the human as well. Afterwards dean wiped the knife on to some tall grass. Before him is laid out five human corpses. That were possessed by some demons that have escaped hell. Dean hissed a bit as the cut on his arm vibrates some pain. "Stupid demons" he said in a slightly frustrated voice. He dogged inside the duffle bag taking out a small first aid kit. That is running low on supplies.
Dean squints his eyes. upon noticing how there are a few clouds in the sky but nothing too worrisome. His eyes takes one final look at the dead humans. A small shake of his head and the cut now covered. Dean continued on walking. The road before him is unkept as weeds grow between the cracks and pot holes. rusted out cars sit rusting away of what used to be their former shells. Dean Winchester is living in the apocalypse. A war started by heaven and hell which resulted in the release of the devil from his prison. there is mass chaos and destruction. There are a few places that have managed to go untouched by any of the evil walking amongst them. Few cities have gone extinct and many people have perished or are in hiding.
Thus war had been going on for nearly a two years now. He on his way to a survivor camp that is a few more hours. Due to the war there isn't much gas to fill vehicles. Some to the camps have that precious item. He hasn't been able to drive the impala. Right now the vehicle is parked at the camp. He left two days ago so to find supplies. There is one place that he hasn't been to since the war started. The short walk leads dean towards abandoned house. Out front is an archway that reads "singer salvage yard"
Dean felt like something caught in his throat. Last time he was here. Rumors of Bobby death had him finding the older hunter deceased. And who ever did it. Dean hunted down any supernatural being for taking away his father. Bobby was more of a father to him and Sam than John ever was. Dean felt his legs moving and soon enough he is standing at the front door. So much has happened in the past two years. He and Sam have separated due to not seeing eye to eye. More like dean couldn't trust his own blood.
Dean kicked Sam out to the camp. that was formed a few months after Lucifer was released from the cage. Dean felt anger, betrayed and hurt by his brother trusting a f***ing demon. First few weeks dean ignored any phone calls from Sam. There are a few cell towers still working due to angel interference. Traveling to Sioux falls took him some time due to lack of gas stations and working vehicles. he managed to make it and he hopes there is supplies or weapons left behind. After crossing the yard and slowly walking up the stairs.
Dean entered the house. Some of the furnitures are covered in tarps. Covered with dust. Cobwebs cover every corner of the house. Dust and a odor lingers in the air. Dean walked past the den. The desk littered with open books covered in dust. An over turned wheelchair. On the bookshelf sits a few picture frames of him and Sam. From when they were young to adults. Bobby pictured in them as well. Dean had to look away.
After walking the main floor. Dean climbed the stairs. The flashlight helping him to see. While investigating the upper floor. A noise from below catches his attention. When dean exits one of the bedrooms. He comes face to face with Sam. "What are you doing here" is the first thing out of dean mouth. A bit of anger and hurt resurfacing at that moment. Dean doesn't notice the faded scars on his brother face nor the way his brother demeanor is. Like someone who has given up. Dean is unaware of the crap Sam has been dealing with. Especially since his brother is the one to let the devil out.
