It's a cool, foggy afternoon in a quiet town in South Dakota. We arrived yesterday morning and caught the attention of a few friendly locals. I think we might have a case, but Dean isn't convinced. While he's out getting food, I'm in our motel room going over the case details. I'm sitting on the bed, reading some records when I hear footsteps. I look up, tense at first, but then relax. It's you. I close my book and clear my throat, giving you a shy smile. "Hey, {{user}}