I start walking on the road, slinging the leather backpack on my shoulder. I decide I'm going to stop at the first place I see, to get some food. I'll get a map from somewhere. I don't really have any direction or desires to go anywhere in particular. I need to make a decision on Baphomet. She sure gave me plenty of money and protection.
  Beneath the gravel, I hear extra foot steps next to me. Alphonse walks with me and doesn't really speak.
  "I don't know where you are." He finally speaks. I walk past him, to the horses against the fence. I pull the grass from the ground and feed the one that is black with white spots.
  He joins me, pulling  the grass and feeding the other horses.
  "I don't know where I am either." I admit to him.
  "Did you meet Baphomet?" He looks at me seriously.
  "Go away, Alphonse. I need to clear my mind without distraction. She said she'd help me. She said she'd take this curse from me."
  "No, Elizabeth. She eats the meat off of peoples spines and steals their soul. That's how she stays so young and alive. If you give her your powers, she'll kill us both. She holds a grudge and I was once in your position. I always denied her. She has been the bane of my existence. She can sniff out vulnerability and power. Do you wish to see me dead?"
  "No." It's an easy answer, an easy decision.
  "Then burn that hex bag so that I can find you and get you back to Sam and Dean." He orders me around and it angers me.
  "Go away." He disappears.
I continue on the gravel path. I reach what appears to be heaven after a couple of hours. It's a Gas N' Sip. I waltz in and hear pop hits on the radio as the bell rings to let the cashier know I entered.
  I buy a map, of course, seeing that I'm still in Kansas. I buy some first aid stuff, just in case, and I buy one of the gas station sandwiches and chips. I get a little extra stuff to snack on for the night and then I'm on my way, with my gas station food and a map. I wonder if I should go to see Sarah. If her dad is home, he'd tell Sam and Dean. Unfortunately, this is a trip I have to take on my own. As the sun sets, I reach a motel. Cheap, cheap, cheap. The neon sign draws me in. Baphomet gave me plenty of cash and I'm sure I could ask her for more, but I feel like this place is lying low more than other places.
I pay the front desk and I'm given the golden key to my room.
Bottom floor, take a left, you'll pay for the mini bar. I reenact the monotone voice from the front desk as I reach my room. I open the door to be greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke. I nearly gag as I close the door and place my bags down.
I wonder if I can ask Baphomet for a car so that I don't have to walk everywhere. I plop down on the bed, trying to see what's on the TV. At some point, I need to consider her offer. But that point is not right now. I feel completely comfortable and exhausted, but I get up to check out what's inside the box sized fridge. I open it up and the heavy smell of bleach pours out. At least they cleaned it. I see a variety of tiny bottles, dark and light colored. I see an entire bottle of wine on the top shelf of the fridge. I wonder what they're charging for this.
I grab a handful of the bottles and make my way to the bed. I flip through the channels, my sandwich and alcohol waiting for me to find something to watch. I finally settle on Family Guy.
Midway through the episode, I begin to feel the effects of the alcohol. I laugh at the ridiculousness of Stewie spending the episode trying to kill Lois. I feel my movements getting slow and the taste of the liquor stains my mouth. I stumble to my bag and pull out a $5 bill. A soda sounds delicious right now.
I don't even put my shoes on and stumble out of the room. My feet touch the cold concrete as I make my way to the illuminated vending machine under the staircase. I get this suffocating, trapped, feeling. I continue, stumbling into the wall as I walk. When I reach the machine, I stare at all the selections indecisively. Someone is looking at you.
I turn around. There isn't anyone in sight. It's a quiet night. I make my choice and wait in suspense for it to eject itself into the little slot. I grab it and make my way back to my room. Once inside, I throw the soda on the bed and lock the door.
I'm going to do it. I'm going to take her up on the offer. I spend the night laughing at Family Guy until I fall asleep.
*SAM AND DEAN*
"We'll find her. I called Rowena and she's on her way." Sam reassures Dean. Dean always appeared so standoffish but he really cares about her.