A/N: I'm in a pretty cheerful mood today. Don't know where the heck this came from. Oh well...
Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: Trash. Dean visits all the cities and all the towns they ever hunted in. Dark AU; 2 related drabbles. Contains character death. Ye have been warned.
Word Count Per Section: 100 on the nose.
Part 1 – the kindness of strangers
He hasn't gone stupid or forgetful. Sometimes he wishes he was dead. That'll probably happen soon enough.
Until then, Dean visits all the cities and all the towns they ever hunted in. He remembers the scornful looks, the harsh words: "Huh. White trash. Not our kind. Move on."
Bleeding and dying for those ungrateful bastards just wasn't enough.
There's no one left to keep Dean in check. Dad's dead. Sam's away at Stanford. Medford, New Hampshire dies screaming, burnt embers and fine grey ash in the wind.
Bobby's not far behind, so Dean moves on to the next.