Another hunt finished, another day done. The brothers make their way back to the impala Exhausted, bruised and maybe a cracked rib and a few bite marks too. They tossed their gear in the trunk, slamming it shut, before both climbing into the car. Neither spoke, nor turned on the music. They were so exhausted they just wanted to get back to the motel and clean off, eat and sleep.

The road was dark and silent except for the roar of the engine. But what the guys did not know, was during their hunt, a hybrid had crawled in through the window. The hybrid had proceeded to eat all of the food Dean had thrown into the back and fell asleep, not knowing they were about to go on a car ride.