Turning up his radio, Dean jams out to some Metallic, his hands bumping on the steering wheel as he drove. There was nothing like being on a windy country radio and the music blaring. Not to mention the beautiful girl in the truck in front of him. There was something eery about this town, but it was peaceful at moments. Seeing her pull down the dirt road, he takes a turn and follows her down to the house.
He turns off his car and goes to step out before he sees the large Rottweiler running towards them. Dean sits back down in his driver seat and shuts the door, rolling down the window.