The Devil Within

The Main Character Syndrom is Strong With This One

The town you ended up in was absolutely deserted. Newspaper and other trash flew in the dull breeze as you drove by. You held your phone out the window, pretending to try and get a signal. Sam and Dean were in the front seat doing the same thing. Before you left early that morning, rides were arranged should something happen to one of the vehicles. Your motorcycle could only carry one other passenger while the Impala and Ellen's truck could hold five to six people in the cabins alone. The truck's bed and the Impala's trunk could easily fit two people who were very cozy with each other. So, two vehicles were taken and the team of six was split into two groups of three. Both you and Raphael would have preferred that you drive with Ellen and Jo but they called Castiel and all but shoved you into the Impala. While you've always wanted to join them in the Impala when you watched the show, you didn't account for the absolute BO that was seeped into the seats.

Wonderful.

Needless to say, you breathed through your mouth for most of the trip. The seats have absorbed the stench of blood, sweat, and beer to create a horrible combination of the three. You were so damn thankful that Dean let you open the window as soon as you got into town. It was so tempting to take a dramatic breath of fresh air but you were able to resist as you popped your head out of the window. 

"Are either of you getting a signal?" Sam asked, checking his phone's reception.

"Nope," you lied. With the phone Raphael gave you, it would never lose reception in case you really needed to call someone. That feature was only really used if you couldn't get Archangelic, or angelic for that matter, assistance. Too many humans around, for instance. That would be when you called someone from the House of the Blessed.

"No, nothing," Dean said, checking his own phone. "Nice and spooky."

"Do you think we're in the right place?" you joked, pocketing your phone. "I doubt the Devil would cause trouble here."

Dean mocked a laugh as he slowed down and waved the truck behind you forward. Ellen and Jo's truck pulled up next to you with their passenger window down. "This place seems a little empty to you?" Ellen asked from her place at the wheel.

"We're gonna check the PD," Dean said, jutting his thumb up ahead. "You guys stay here, see if you can find anybody."

"Who's we?" you asked, pooping your head in between Sam and Dean's seats. "I'm going to take my chances with the angel and not die like a white chick in a horror movie."

"Fine," Dean groaned, parking the car so you could get out. "Sam and I are gonna check out the PD."

"Thank you," you said with a smile, hopping out of the Impala and carefully closing the door behind you. "Don't die."

"That goes for you too," Sam said as Dean pulled away.

You watched as Ellen parked her truck a few feet up the street and turn off the engine. Jo was stepping out of the car when you got up to them. She glanced in the direction the boys went and waited for them to turn the corner before interrogating you. "You just needed to get away from the smell, right?"

"Yeah," you said, waving your hand. "Haven't they ever heard of an air freshener? Or just air the car out?"

"I think Dean likes it," Ellen commented, walking around the truck. 

"Or he lost his sense of smell," you joked as Jo stepped to the back, passenger's door of the truck.

"Ever heard of a door handle?" Jo asked Castiel. The said angel immediately appeared behind her, looking around at the landscape.

"Of course, I have," he said, eyes focused on the road. 

"What is it, Cas?" Ellen asked, noticing Castiel's