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Since Karina had been riding in the car with the Winchesters, she was even more at peace with being a passenger to Bobby Singer. She was pleased with herself for a ride over to Hammonton, New Jersey for reading The Story of My Life by Helen Keller. They all stopped at the abandoned house in the woods upon the field.

Sam and Dean volunteered to hijack the lightning system in the house while Bobby and Karina brought the bags from the trunk. They entered when the lights turned on along with disappointing sighs, they were formed together in the main room of the house.

Dean commented, "Well, isn't this cozy?"

"Yeah," said Sam as he slammed his gloves on the table. He sat down on his seat as he found a perfect view of Karina tidied the area a bit, "Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anyone."

Bobby put his hands in his jean pockets, "Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's bible on this. Everybody's out to get you-- paranoia is just plain common sense."

Dean complained, "Weeks, guys. Weeks. We've been living with cold showers, cold hot pockets, cold freaking everything. I mean, this is the bottom that we're living in. You guys get that, right?"

"Come on, dumbass, stop complaining," said Karina. She unfolded blankets from her bag, one for each person in the room. She grinned with a hopeful tone, "Think of it like an adventure. A very annoying, cold-tension adventure."

Dean rolled his eyes as Bobby spoke, "Well, look at it the other way. How many big mouths are out there, running card traces, like Chet, or hunting us down for god knows what. No, now's not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid. Not if we can help it."

The electricity around the house sparked as it immediately went pitch-black. Dean nodded in disappointment, "That's just great." Sam tried to make it better by turning on the lantern from the table, but his brother walked to the couch and fumed with frustration. "This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third "The World's Screwed" issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already."

Karina replied softly when she pulled up a stolen bag of beef franks and buns while she brought the condiments for the meals, "Someone's gotta do it anyway."

"What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?"

Karina sighed deeply as she had no words, thinking that Dean might be right. Maybe the world has a lot of pressure to save since they have done everything from past years. She walked over with the food to cook over the fireplace with sticks, Sam asked him. "You think the world wants to end?"

"I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada would have offered itself already."

"Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You gonna hurt your head," said Bobby. Dean ignored him by pulling up a bottle of beer from the cooler, then he laid on his back against the couch. He turned to Sam, "So, what's the guff?"

"Well, there have been a rash of sightings all over the southern Pine Barrens-- a strange, fast-moving human-like creature. Locals even have a name for it."

Bobby read the headline, "The Jersey Devil?" Karina chuckled loudly while cooking the franks as she continued to listen. "I thought that was just local tall-tale crap."

"The area's history of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, other horns, a... a tail. And, oh, yeah, a horse's head."

Dean commented, "The sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head."

"Sounds kind of mixed-up," said Bobby.