(For Dean)

 Taylor sat in a chair across from him sketching in her journal.  A little of the charcoal from the stick she was using had smudged her cheek from when she had tucked a lock of hair out of her face. She was in short running shorts, and a cropped tee, over which she had a thin hoodie that looked like it was made of blue mesh, her backpack was on the floor under her chair, more out of habit than anything.  

"So, you really hunt monsters don't you?"  She had been mulling it over for a while.  "What is that like?"