"It's, like, mid-state Indiana," Dean answered, shrugging. "It's ... a nice town. Quiet."

Or so he imagined, when it wasn't being overrun with the friggen Children of the Corn. Not that he was sure that quiet was a good thing -- it'd give him too much time to think -- but he'd made a promise to Sam, and as reluctant as he was, he planned on making good on it.