Dean stood anxiously in a graveyard, waiting for his brother Sam. "Come on Sammie, we don't have all night! We've gotta salt and burn this bitch before morning."

"Dean, I'm peeing as fast I can," came the reply.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at his watch, sighing when he realized how late it was. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, impatience taking over his usual calm attitude.

"Uff!" A strange sound followed by a loud thud sent Dean spinning on his heels to see what had made the sound, but instead of finding Sam, his eyes met with none other than the King of Hell.

"Ello darling. Miss me?"