Dean thought about pulling over, and glanced for the first time in a while down at the gas hand. Considering how low the gas mileage was on these old cars, he tilted his head to the side in surrender to stopping at a gas station.

“I’ll stop up here at the next Gas n Sip.  She could use a drink.”, he muttered, carefully leaning forward to stare through the windshield closer.  He sighed at the thoughts of what had happened the last time they were in Minnesota.  He didn’t answer her after she finished explaining that they were okay.  He knew they were, but it was something he would never truly get over, when he looked at her.

Pulling into the gas station, he put the car in gear and turned to her, “I just need you to be careful.  I’ve said it before, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you, simple hunt or not.”

He muttered the words while rubbing his eyes, and opened his door to step out.  It wasn’t that he was in a bad mood, as much as he was worried that them being on a hunt together could go south super quickly.  He knew he couldn’t leave her if she was in trouble, but he damn sure knew she wouldn’t leave him, if he asked her to.  And the simplest hunts could end bloody.