The man that approached him had seasoned hunter written all over him, from the way he dressed, for efficient movement, to the way he walked, tense and ready to move in any direction. Dean sized him up appreciatively, taking note of the rifle's size and efficiency. The man looked like he could use it. When he sat down and simply asked a question Dean took it in stride. This was war. You didn't always get the luxury of knowing the names of your fellow soldiers.

"All's quiet on the western front."