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HISTORY

just before the death of the yellow eye'd demon



SAMPLE

Dean had been riding in his car for days with a goal to make it back to Boston. he'd been out west for a long time, helping as many people around the area he was in as he could, and now he was trying to get back to his acquaintances on the east coast. This is what his life was like, riding across country, helping as many groups of the other hunters as possible! His hand gripped the wheel tightly as the car sped up. His head lowered a bit as his fanged teeth clenched.

Of course, his mind went right back to his brother, which pissed him off more. Most of his family were dead now, he would never be truly happy with anyone. The car sped up again. His mind then went to the years he worked and he'd suffered. He couldn't remember all of it, a psychological phenomenon caused his brain to drop a good portion of most of his memories and there was no way in hell he was going to by hypnotized into remembering; no goddamn way. His teeth clenched harder as his eyes narrowed. There went the car again; the thing could go so fast!

he let out a breath of air, relaxing himself a bit as the bike slowed down to a normal speed. His head turned as he saw a few people on the side of the road. They didn't seem to be in any trouble, so he passed them. It was just something he did, either with sincerity or to taunt people. It wasn't if he was right in the head anyway; with all the shit he'd been through, people probably thought he was taking everything quite well. Only Hank new how fucked up he could really get.