The sunset was one of the few things Dean Winchester got to enjoy. Like, actually enjoy. With him being on the road hunting most of the time, he didn't have the things most people got to enjoy. It wasn't the only thing he enjoyed. He enjoyed his music, however much Sammy complained about it not even being from this decade. He enjoyed his job, when it wasn't trying to kill him and getting pretty damn close to; maybe he just liked helping people more than the jobs themselves. But a sunset was something Dean could almost always enjoy, usually from the drivers seat of his Impala with either Sammy or Cas in the passengers seat.

Now, he couldn't tell you all the beautiful things about the sunset, or even the reason he liked them so much. He couldn't name all the colors he saw, or describe the pinks and the reds and oranges. Because he wasn't much for writing, and something told him if he tried he would sound like some sappy chick-flick, and that was entirely unacceptable. Maybe it wasn't even the colors that he enjoyed at all. Maybe he just liked the fact that, with each sunset, he was ending another day doing what he loved to do. Another day with Sammy safe and hunting. Another day neither of them were rotting in hell. And another day of normalcy (which was always a term to be used loosely when speaking of the Winchesters)

Whatever it may be, he was enjoying a sunset as he and Cas drove into the town Sammy had directed them to. Some small town in Texas he couldn't remember the name of. Apparently they were having some problems with girls having extreme hallucinations and nightmares, all after visiting an old house. Sam had thought it was worth checking out.

Castiel was asleep in the back of the car, his passenger seat privileges having been revoked back in Iowa when he seemed to not understand the whole, 'Driver picks the station, passenger shuts his cake-hole' rule. Like hell if Dean was going to listen to country music, or whatever the hell Castiel listened to, the entire ride to Texas. Except when he was sleeping of course. Now that he was human he tended to do that a lot.

Sam, meanwhile, was in Kentucky. He was researching a few things and would meet them down here in a few days, and Dean hoped by that point that they'd have this case already closed and they could all just move on to whatever else there was to kill. Hunts usually didn't take more than a few days anyway. Maybe Sam would get there just in time to wrap things up.

Dean pulled into motel and turned around to wake up Castiel, who shot up with a sudden jolt. He blinked a few times, as he usually did when he woke up. Probably still trying to figure out why he was sleeping in the first place... Dean was pretty sure he still wasn't used to the whole 'human' concept. Not that he blamed him. It'd only been a few months compared to thousands of years as an angel.

"We're here Cas." Dean said softly, and Cas nodded numbly, wiping his eyes and getting out of the car. Dean followed after him, grabbing their bags out of the car.

"Nice car." A teen said, walking over to it. A boy, around seventeen maybe. Dean glanced up at him, nodding his head with a proud smile on his face.

"Yeah. '67 Impala, she's amazing, right?" He asked, a bit edgy as the kid started getting closer. His eyes were wide in complete and utter amazement.

Something in the far corner of the parking lot caught his eye, and he tilted his head to look at it better. It was a girl, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited leaning against the building. She was staring at the teen, and Dean realized in amusement that she must be a bored- and probably annoyed- girlfriend. She glanced at him when she caught him looking- their gaze meeting for a moment. Her expression changed to confusion as Dean looked away. She probably thought he was checking her out. Oops.

The guy took off after a while, and Dean couldn't help but notice he took off without the girl, not even sparing her a glance. Almost as soon as he was gone, though, she came walking over. She was smiling, a knowing look on her face that he didn't quite like.

She was probably too young to be that guys boyfriend, he noticed once she had gotten up to them. She had to have been around 14, if that. She had bright blue eyes and blond hair she'd let down to hang to her mid back. It was curled slightly, but probably naturally because he'd seen a lot of women and curls never turned out that good unless they were natural. She'd be really hot if she was actually of age, but Dean wasn't that type of guy.

"Nice car." She said, smiling at it with that same knowing look glinting in her eyes. Yeah, Dean definitely didn't like the way she was looking at the moment. "Knew a guy who had one just like it."

"Dean, your car seems to be attracting much attention." Cas noted.

She perked up when she heard Castiel speak. "Winchester?" The girl inquired, smirking slightly. "The Dean Winchester? Damn, I knew I'd seen this car."

"Have we met?" Dean asked, trying not to seem as confused as he was.

"Nah, I met your dad before everything happened. He used to hunt with my dad sometimes. Saved his life once, not that it mattered much in the end." She added the last part wryly.

"Oh, sorry." Dean said.

"Don't be, I found the fucker a few days later. Vampire. Cut it's head off before it even realized I wasn't just an innocent kid and I damn sure wasn't his next meal." She smirked, sounding proud.

"You're a hunter?" Castiel asked. "Are you not young for that line of work?"

The girl grinned slightly, shaking her head. "Yeah well, I got a young start thanks to my obsessed old man." She rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm Jenny, by the way."

"Dean, but you knew that. And this is Castiel." Dean smiled.

"Where's Sam?" The girl asked in confusion. So she knew Sammy too?

"He's doing research, should be here in a few days. So you hunting the same thing we are?" Dean asked.

"Nah, I'm heading out west. Werewolf killed 9 men this month. I didn't even know this place had a problem." She replied, stretching slightly.

"We think there might be a spirit. We got it handled though, you go deal with the werewolf. I fucking hate killing those things." Dean replied, shaking his head at the thought of Sam having to kill the girl who didn't even know she'd become one.

"Yeah well, it's all part of the job. See ya later Dean. Maybe one day we can do a hunt together." She snorted softly. "Boy wouldn't that make my dad proud."

"Maybe." Dean laughed softly. "Catch you around Jenny."

She nodded, her blonde hair flying with the wind. She turned around and with a final wave took off down the street. Briefly, Dean wondered if she actually knew how to drive or if she was hitchhiking all these places, but decided not to let it bother him. Whatever she was going, if she was a hunter she could handle herself. Especially against some idiotic humans.

"She seemed nice." Cas commented quietly, and Dean nodded in agreement.