The radio died down as the last killer guitar cords faded into the indignant rumbling of the engine. For a moment, Dean thought he would be okay, he would escape the relentless amorphous force of evil pursuing him. The radio cackled back to life, thundering.

“All the things I see in you“

The guitars screamed; the lyrics burned his brain. Fear crept anew and seized control of his body. A shudder ran from his toes to his scalp setting his hair on edge.

“and when the light in the morning“

For a moment, he was reassured. Perhaps this song was a message of hope. His foot eased off the pedal.

“I see the sun shining, down on me“

The car did not slow down. The night sky opened in searing light.

“I feel the heat of love’s flame, down on me“

The landscape peeled away in a cascade of leaping flames.

“I’m so wet from love raining, down on me“

The now rent sky let forth a torrent of flaming rain that pelted the car mercilessly. The song was no message of hope. Satan just has a sense of humor.