“What’re you trying to say, Winchester?” you asked, the toe of your boot digging into the dirt. Your arms were covered in blood and your jaw ached from getting slugged by a vamp. You were exhausted, but it’s safe to say you wouldn’t even be breathing if it weren’t for Dean.

“I got a call from Missouri about some weird weather patterns and a few missing people. We could check it out.” He was trying to sound casual, but his eye’s were on your lips, hanging off every word.

You pushed your fingers through your hair. You didn’t have a lot of hunting friends left, not many that were alive, anyway. 

“It’s only a few hours until sunrise. Want to come back then and we can hit the road?”

He nodded, a smile stretching across his face, one he couldn’t hide even under the dim streetlights. “I’ll see ya then.”