"No, dammit! Not out here!" Dean snapped, slamming the pedal on his truck despite knowing full-well it wouldn't work.

He just ran out of fuel in the middle of the desert, and the nearest gas station was at least fifty miles away.

On top of that, he was in god-knows-who's territory with only a pump-action and a switchblade to defend himself, and the only place he could maybe get help was a run-down trailer home.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his shotgun and began to approach the house.