Sallie doesn't reply with more than a nod of the head as she awkwardly backs up the hovercraft and heads away from the Reynolds Ranch, leaving more than a few hands who witness her driving off wondering what in the 'verse she's up to.

The scenery, for however similar it is to Dean and Sam's normal travels, is not half bad; when they get to the City (capital C, even -- that's what happens when there's only one, after all) things get more unusual.

Unless Sam and Dean are used to a mishmash of sedge hats and rickshaws between general stores that look like they came out of towns of the Old West, with open-air storefronts thrown in for good measure.

"Almost to her house," Sallie calls behind her, winding around and above traffic. "'Bout another five minutes."