Bright lights, big city.
New Yawk, New Yawk. The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
Yeah. Sam Winchester was sort of worried about that last one. If the rumors filtering through the hunters' grapevine were true, and they usually were, then New York was becoming a hotspot for the ghoulies. He smirked to himself; how could they tell the difference? Even so, he didn't like the idea of those types making it anywhere, much less in one of the most populous cities in the world.
So here he was, skulking around the alleyways like one of the creatures he was prowling for in the darkness. He had no idea where Dean had gotten to but he was sure he'd be along eventually. Sam wasn't afraid, not really. He had his rocksalt shotgun that Dean had insisted on, but more than that, once you've been possessed by a demon, you tend not to sweat the small stuff.
Oh, who the hell was he kidding? Scratch all that - he was still afraid of the big bad wolves.
Although now the big bad wolves might be just that little bit afraid of him, in return.
Yeah. Sam Winchester was sort of worried about that last one. If the rumors filtering through the hunters' grapevine were true, and they usually were, then New York was becoming a hotspot for the ghoulies. He smirked to himself; how could they tell the difference? Even so, he didn't like the idea of those types making it anywhere, much less in one of the most populous cities in the world.
So here he was, skulking around the alleyways like one of the creatures he was prowling for in the darkness. He had no idea where Dean had gotten to but he was sure he'd be along eventually. Sam wasn't afraid, not really. He had his rocksalt shotgun that Dean had insisted on, but more than that, once you've been possessed by a demon, you tend not to sweat the small stuff.
Oh, who the hell was he kidding? Scratch all that - he was still afraid of the big bad wolves.
Although now the big bad wolves might be just that little bit afraid of him, in return.