The soft rapping of knuckles against your window startled you out of your stupor. That was the signal; Dean was here and ready to go.

After reaching for the lone bag you had brought on your travels to who knows where, you make your way over to the glass, unlocking it quietly and carefully, slowly sliding out and into the cool night air. You were met with a shadowed face, but the smirk tugging at his lips was all too indicative of who it was.

“Ready to leave this all behind?” Dean muses.