The Night We Met *Private*

[dannychan]

he snapped, and there was the sound of banging upstairs. "that lazy idiot just lets anyone break into my home, doesn't he?" he sighed. "jules!" he yelled, and a skeleton in a chauffeurs hat came tumbling down the stairs, and grabbed the duffle bag, and dean shot at the kid, but he was gone within a second, and no where to be found, as well as his bag. dean stared, blinking. "demon?" he mumbled. "no they can't.. what do i just watch?"
daryl walked up the house steps and sighed in relief. "rick."