This is a little cheat for this challenge because I wrote this a while ago. It's never been published here and it wasn't very visible on LJ so I'm going to post it anyway. And I wrote a new one too just to keep things on the up and up.

Word count: 100

Written for the prompts: twilight, train and never.

Summary: Hunting is a dangerous gig.

They're pulling out of the station, wheels hissing against iron rails as the conductor sounds three long blasts on the whistle. It's a mournful noise, low and hollow like a lonely spirit calling out its woe. It is, Dean thinks, exactly the sound a train full of ghosts should make.

An elderly woman sits across from him, sympathetic gaze sweeping from his blood matted hair to his mud crusted boots. "Boy," she says, "your twilight years came on you mighty early, don't you think?"

Dean shrugs. "It was a dangerous gig," he says quietly. "I never banked on reaching thirty."