It was Dean.
In reality River knew it couldn't be, but the resemblance was uncanny. A black hat covered his eyes and his black jacket had been used as a pillow. His attire otherwise was jeans, a red vest, and the boots River had been seeing everywhere.
"What's he in for?" River whispered.
"Drunk and disorderly conduct with a count of indecent exposure." Sam replied. "He claimed he has a friend coming in to pay fees and talk him out..."
"Bit more then a friend, Sheriff."
River turned to where Dean-had Crowley said his name this time was Daniel?-stood behind the bars.
"Dad would be so proud of you right now." His statement was directed at Sam. River's eyebrows went up as she realized they were still brothers. Daniel continued nonetheless. "Demon hunter. Sheriff. He's still pissed at me about running off with Impala."
"Impala?" River jumped before Sam.
"That would be me."
A young native american woman entered now, wearing a pair of hyde pants, moccasins, and an over the shoulder top. Her black hair was braided with feathers stuck in it.
"As unhappy as Daniel's father was about him eloping with a savage woman, my entire tribe turned me out for marrying a white man. I'm here to pay his fines."
As Sam spoke with Impala, River saw her faces. The angel who'd called to her. The car she'd sat in briefly.
A friend.
River blinked as she tried to call on the thought, the memory tugging at the edges of her mind. It was gone as Impala and Daniel embraced.
"Just us against the world." He stated. Impala nodded again and grinned.
"Just us."
As they walked out Sam smiled lightly.
"I knew he was damn close to that car."
"It's romantic how despite being alone they have each other." River added.
"Yeah..." Sam paused. "Do you hear something?"
River paused and nodded. It was a scream.