DynamiteVolasuraptor
I hate this life. Demons, vampires, ghosts, killers, monsters. It is like my nightmares come alive. I wish that Dean and Sam had just done something. They gave me a cell phone number. Oh, thanks, give a 14 year old a cell number, and leave 'em on the side of the road. That'll do you good. They said not to call, unless it was an emergency. I haven't slept in days, and I'm hungry. I have around 200 bucks, but I haven't come across a hotel or inn. Wait. Yes! Finally. Its a small little in, and it has vacancy! Finally! Yes... Ugh yes!