A soft, boring tune hung in the background as Dean scanned the shelves for anything even remotely edible. Not that he could talk Sam into eating it, but hey. He could try. The almost-likeable scents of gasoline, rubber, and scratch offs buried themselves in the chilly Texaco air. Making his choices, Dean plopped an armful of supplies on the counter, finished the transaction, and headed out the door. The sun immediately warmed his skin helping melt away some of the edge that human interactions usually stirred up inside of him. He was just a few feet from his car when a familiar female voice raised the hair on the back his neck.
"Not so fast, Winchester. We need to talk." Â Shit. Swallowing the need to panic, he turned around remaining outwardly calm. Abadon."It's about your brother. Where is he." Nostrils flaring with a strong mix of hatred and fear, Dean glared her down to the best of his ability and pulled his head back, preparing for an attack of some kind. "I'm not tellin you a damn thing." The reply was more to buy time than anything. Reaching subtly into his back pocket, he nudged his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed what he thought was his brother.
"Oooh, Dean, honey," Abadon cooed mockingly, "big mistake." With a small flick of the hand, the hunter found himself flying through the air, the phone falling aside as he was hammered into the wall causing him to temporarily black out and lose his breath.
