You and Dean had run to a dead end on a shifter hunt, resorting to heading back to the motel and researching further.

Dean shot a glance at you from across the motel room, beer bottle in hand as he sat on the couch. “Pity we didn’t find the shifter huh? That thing could be anywhere.”

You looked up at him from the kitchen table, laptop in hand. “I mean yeah, we’ll find him eventually though.” You looked back to the screen, not noticing Dean walk up to you quietly, dagger in hand.