( that's what it was all about, wasn't it? the unrelenting hunt. there was always bad shit out there in the world, there was before the winchesters and there sure as hell would be when someone finally ganked the both of them. sometimes it's easier than others to believe they're making a difference, but it's those other times, mostly when sleep doesn't come at all and they're fresh off a hunt that he wonders what the point of it all is.

he admires her tenacity. he's never been one to underestimate another based on their sex, and while she may not call herself a hunter, she's certainly earned his respect as one. he has to reel himself back to the present, that article and the girls that'd suffered coming back to the forefront of his mind that'd previously been inhabited by the warmth emanating from her skin.

a beat and those doe-like eyes are on him again, grateful and soft. ) Look, uh.

Don't feel like you have to rush. ( he knows better than anyone the restlessness that comes with unfamiliar grounds, but for once there's a company other than his brothers that he doesn't seem to mind, and that's... well, something different, that's for damn sure. ) We got plenty of grub, beer, warm water—whatever you need til you're good on your feet.

Somethin' tells me that won't take long for you, though.