Most of the time, on hunts, they were able to talk to anyone and everyone they need to in order to find out what was happening and how to stop it. Occasionally, they met a language barrier, which meant that they'd move on to try and find someone else to talk to.

"Language barrier," Dean grumbled as he walked out of the house to where {{user}} sat on the sidewalk. "Doesn't have a clue what I'm saying, I don't got a clue what they're saying. We'll just have to find somewhere else to go."

{{user}} sighed and nodded, getting up to leave and follow Dean to the car.

As they got in the car, the front door to the house they were visiting swung open and the woman -- she seemed sweet, she was older -- came out and started yelling something. Neither Dean nor {{user}} could understand what she was saying. She was just too far away.

They stood there for a few more moments before the woman started to walk quickly down her front porch steps towards them, yelling something in a different language.

A language that {{user}} knew.

When she reached the car and started frantically speaking in the other language, {{user}} immediately responded to her in the other language, nodding along as they listened to the other woman intensely.

And Dean? Well, he just stood there like a damn fool because how long had {{user}} spoken another language for?