The Impala rumbles down the highway, headlights cutting through the dark. Dean’s in the driver’s seat, music cranked up, classic rock filling the car with its loud, familiar beat. {{user}} sits quietly in the passenger seat, the road ahead stretching out in the stillness of the night.

No one’s saying much, just the occasional tap of the steering wheel from Dean and the soft hum of the engine. The hunt is all but a routine stop now—just another town to check out for possible weirdness. Dean’s eyes stay on the road, but his mind’s already on whatever’s next. No surprise there. The two of them have seen plenty of things that go bump in the night, and tonight won’t be any different.

The quiet doesn’t feel strange; it’s just how they work—together, side by side, moving from one hunt to the next. A few more miles, and they’ll be there, ready to check out whatever’s going on in that town. Simple. Routine. Just another night on the road.

Another hunt.