Another day on the road Dean Winchester mumbled to himself. And only about 630 more miles to go. Even the clashing sounds of Metallica weren't making him feel any better. He couldn't even play pranks on Sam, which was a normal pastime on long trips such as these, because Sam was in Lompoc, CA hunting down…well something; based on the phone call he had received last night from his aforementioned brother, he still wasn't sure what he was dealing with. Dean on the other hand had just finished putting yet another pissed off spirit to rest outside of Tacoma, Washington. He hated splitting up, but when you couldn't agree on what case was more urgent, it happened.

Dean looked out his window; more frickin' trees, 'does this scenery ever change?' he complained to no one in particular. He took a quick look out the windshield of his beloved Impala before he reached down to pull out the Metallica tape. After all, it was just making him more impatient. When he looked back he saw something that he hadn't noticed before. A girl was crouched by the side of the road. What's she doing out in the middle of nowhere he asked himself. The girl appeared young, maybe early 20s, and had a confused look on her face. The girl looked up and saw him pass. Dean now curious started to slowed down while he glanced in his side mirror. As Dean watched he saw the girl walking while fiddling with her wrist and bring it close to her face. What is she doing, he mused. After about a minute Dean watched as the girl lowered her arm and start walking.

Dean acting on impulse turned the Impala around. As he pulled up next to the girl he realized she was even younger than he had first thought; she's can't be more than 17; what is she doing out here by herself. The girl was petite, thin, and couldn't have been more than about 5 feet tall. She had wavy blonde hair, a lot of eyeliner, and was wearing a yellow tee and jeans. The girl looked startled and wary as Dean rolled down his window. She probably thinks I'm a rapist or something he realized. "Hey" he said in his best attempt to not sound scary "what are you doing out here all by yourself?" Shit,Dean mentally cursed himself that is exactly what a rapist would say. Dean was surprised when the girl did answer: "I'm lost." "Is something wrong with your arm?" Dean asked. Dean saw the girl's face go into a quick shocked look before she tried to cover it up a few seconds later. "No I um…." As the girl stammered, Dean realized he was wasting time when he could be getting back to Sammy. He contemplated rolling up his window and just driving off, leaving the girl there, but his nagging conscience didn't want to let him do this. Looking back at the girl he sighed "Do you need a ride?" The girl contemplated this before nodding and heading to the passenger side of the Impala. "I'm Dean Winchester" Dean introduced himself as the girl slammed the door shut. "Kira Ford" the girl replied.