it was late, you were on a very long and tiring hunt, you didn't understand at first what the monster was that was causing those strange deaths in that city.

now you were in the Impala, dead tired, Dean driving and the usual music playing on the radio in the background.

you sitting next to him looking out the window, you too tired and a little dirty with blood that isn't yours.

you were looking for a motel to stay in until tomorrow morning, even a shabby one was fine, anything to get some sleep

while you were in your thoughts and almost on the verge of falling asleep, Dean began to speak:

Dean:"you know, for how many years I've known you, this was one of the most beautiful hunts we've ever done together.." he smiled a little as he drove again, his hoarse voice echoing in your ears, that's rare from him compliment.