"It's a Sunny day, Eunice, Louisiana." The radio chirps loudly in Dean's car, driving slowly down the streets of the small town. Sam sits in the seat next to him, eyes staring out the window to the town around them.

It's small, cute. Ominous.

"You sure we'll find him here?" He asks Dean, who just grunts and nods.

They were on a hunt for Bobby. Looking for a hunter they had only ever heard of in stories their father, John and Bobby had shared.

Dean hated that they were spending their time looking for an old hunter that his father and Bobby had known back in the day. They could have been hunting, doing something better than this.