"Th-thank you," Lindsey whispered when Dean replaced his torn rags with something actually representing real clothing. He was truly sincere with the heartfelt thanks, he hadn't worn anything, even as simple as this, in nearly a year.

As Dean walked on, Lindsey was never more than a step or two behind. He kept his head down and wasn't need to be told twice to keep close to the demon. Try as he may, he couldn't completely block out the screams and cries of those suffering around him, where not too long ago he was one among their ranks, so he tried to speed up his steps instead, keeping as close to Dean as possible without stepping on his shoes.