Dean nodded his head at her hoping it wasn’t going to be a long hunt.  He could agree.  The last thing he wanted was to be on a long and drawn out mission, without Bobby or his dad with them.  Usually, he ended up in way over his head on longer hunts, the more tired he got.  He picked up one of the evidence bags that the coroner had laid out on the tray, just in case.

He held it up to Mika between two of his fingers, before dropping it back on the tray, “I think it’s definitely animal.  He left these out for evidence, which means either they aren’t sure, or they suspected some pretty harsh murder evidence to come out of it.”

“I’ll grab the photos…”, Dean muttered, pulling his digital camera from his back pocket.  He pulled his glove off, and flipped the file open, snapping quick photos of each page.  Though, the idea of lunch definitely sounded amazing, as his stomach rumbled loudly.

“I’m definitely down for lunch.  My body is screaming for a burger…”, he quipped as she finished her notes and he tucked his camera back into his pocket.  He smiled widely at her, almost leaning in for a kiss, before straightening his jacket and shoving his hands in his pockets, “Miss Jett, after you…”