The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

The Kindness of Strangers

I woke up to find that The car was totaled. I had flown through the windshield. I was about 20 feet away from the destroyed vehicle. As I pushed myself up I felt glass slide off of me and clatter to the hard dirt ground. I was bleeding,bruised. Sore. But my wounds were healing slowly. I pushed myself up and gripped my arm as I limped towards the car. Behind it, I saw one parked car with a man sitting inside, eyes burned out. Beelz had done that. I saw blood staining the ground. I didn't want to think about who's blood that was. Though it was probably Beelzebub's, or the demon's, or mine. I fell to my knees, overcome by pain and exhaustion. I breathed out heavily, swallowed hard and went into a coughing fit as I attempted to stand again. There was a second car.Where was the second car? As I inspected the car with the demon init, I noticed it had a symbol on the side of it written in blood.That explained where Beelzebub had gone. I also noticed that it was unharmed, besides a few bullet holes. And speaking of bullet holes, I found my gun. One bullet inside.

I ended up dragging the dead demon out of the car and driving the vehicle for a few miles before it came to a slow stop, running out of gas. I leaned my head against the steering wheel. It was night again. My second day back, and nothing seemed to be going my way. Even though nothing ever went my way in the first place. But I felt it even more so now that I was completely alone. No Sam. No Dean. No Beelzebub. No phone. No gas. And barely enough strength to push myself to get out of the car and move on to this next excruciating part of my journey.

I walked. I don't know how long I was walking. But I walked down the long and empty highway with no sense of direction and no hope to find civilization before morning. I was thirsty. Hungry. Tired. Desperate. Meager hopes that a car would pass by at any given moment stuck in the back of my mind like an annoying itch I couldn't scratch away. I could only imagine how much of a mess I looked. But, just as I thought all hope was lost, I saw twin lights come over the hill before me. Two beacons of hope. The eyes of God looking down on me. In layman's terms, I saw the headlights of a passing vehicle. Throwing caution to the wind I flung myself into the road and waved my tired and sore arms until the white soccer-mom van came to a halt. I let a sigh of relief escaped me and I rushed to the window. It was a woman with black hair.

"Hello." She looked me up and down.

"Hi! Uh... I know I look a little...well... a lot like I'm a murderer, or an escaped kidnap victim, but I promise you I'm not!" I let the words spill out as she eyed me thoughtfully. "I just... I'm really lost and I don't know what day it is or what time it is or... where I am." I looked around."How... uh... how far am I from Kansas?" I asked. The woman processed all of this before speaking.

"I don't live that far from here. Probably an hour. Why don't you get in and I'll get you to my house." She offered. A smile graced my tired face.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." I said before running to the passengers side and climbing in.