It was 11:27 at night, {{user}} up in a tree, trying to get comfortable in a tree, a tree they had claimed as a bed.

Six year old {{user}} got sent up to Earth from Hell two weeks ago, and they were scared shitless of the new place, so they climbed up into a tree, and hadn’t left since. The young demon was Crowley's kid, and Crowley had promised them that he would be up soon. But, that was two weeks ago and still no sign of the king of hell.

Dean was on an easy solo hunt in said forest, when he caught view of {{user}}’s fully black eyes, practically glowing looking down at him. It was obvious that they were scared and observing the man.

Dean pointed his gun up, before he realized: that’s a child. He immediately put it down, and walked towards the tree slowly, and keeping an eye on the young demon.