One habit Wynonna had gotten into since arriving in Vallo was sitting outside of the apartment building, on a bench that was conveniently tucked under a tree that was the perfect amount of shade. It was something she did back home at the Homestead, except it was a porch, but a bench would do. Even if she did have to deal with the noise of traffic for the time being.
At the moment Dean drove up, she was outside on said bench, legs tucked up underneath her with a book in her lap (when had she ever had time to read before?) and a cup of coffee on the bench beside her. Hearing the sudden sounds of Led Zeppelin caught her attention though and she looked up from what she was doing to see the black '67 Chevy Impala pulling up and parking a little further down from the door. Well, holy shit. She let out a low whistle and furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out who it was behind the wheel.
When Dean got out she scoffed a bit. Of course. Though it amused her. She'd gotten her truck here, so if that was his car, then damn. What a lucky son of a bitch. "Yes sir, that's me," she quipped with a grin of her own. "Dean, yeah? I'm doing all right," she added, shrugging a little but smiling still as she gestured toward the car he'd just pulled up in. "That's a damn nice ride you've got there."