<span style="font-family:Amaranth"><u><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">C</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">orn.</span></i></b></u><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> <u><b><i>Endless corn.</i></b></u> <br/>
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Iowa sucked, in his not-so-humble opinion. Dean only had a half-assed idea of where exactly he was driving to, and Sam's chicken scratch directions were <i><b>so</b></i> not helping. Calloused fingers reached forward to turn a knob rather far to the right, followed by the press of a button. Instantly, classic Rock blared from the radio in the old Chevy as the hand returned to the wheel. His thoughts drifted to his brother who had split from him to cover more ground. Dean hadn't yet heard anything from him, so he supposed things must either be going well or going nowhere.<br/>
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The black Impala turned smoothly onto a different road, which looked to lead into a small out-of-the-way town. He didn't estimate its population topped 600, and he felt even that might be generous. Calculating green eyes took in the worn down sign covered by the corn he was currently so annoyed with seeing. If he never saw or ate corn again after this, it would still be too soon. <br/>
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<b><i>Welcome To Diagonal, Iowa!</i></b><br/>
<b><i>Population: 328</i></b><br/>
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"Seriously? What kind of name is <i>Diagonal</i>?" Dean asked himself, face scrunched in confusion. He eased off the gas, allowing the vehicle to slow to more of a cruise. A quick glance through several shop windows told him most of what he needed to know. There wasn't a soul in sight that he could see. That alone had him on edge, but he pulled over near what seemed to be the General Store. Turning the keys, Dean double-checked the directions in the now silent car.<br/>
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"Well, this seems to be the place." he sighed to the still air. A handgun was retrieved from the glove compartment before he opened the door and stepped out, slipping the gun into the back of his waistband. The familiar weight settled some of his unease even as the shutting of his door seemed to echo in the thick silence. <i>'Time to see if this place is really as abandoned as it looks'</i> he thought, stepping around the car and up to the store's front entrance. </span></span>