[b]Hell-Valley of Hatred[/b] Dean reappeared, coughing a bit. Blood, red, warm and thick spewed onto his hand. He looked at it with a look of fear. "Did God just give me....internal bleeding?" "Most likely. That teleportation thing is pretty dangerous to humans." "Oh, that's just great." He weezes, more blood spewing onto his hand. "Let's..." He coughs up more blood. "Get going." "Yeah, let's go." They start walking, looking around. "Where's the book supposed to be?" "Over that ridge...hopefully." "Hopefully? Ain't that encouraging." Dean stumbles a bit, tripping over something. He looks back, a person lay in his wake, reaching a hand out. It speaks with just above a whisper. "Help....me......." Dean looks at Cass, then back at the man. "It's up to you." Cass looks away as Dean pulls his pistol and takes aim at the man. The gunshot rings out, sending bird-like creatures out of the dead, brownish red trees. He holsters the pistol and starts walking again. "So we need the book, the codex and a witch?" "Yes."