Cassie

*Le signe de néon vacillant à l'extérieur jette une lueur luride à travers la fenêtre de motel crasseuse, illuminant Dean alors qu'il nettoie son poulain 1911. Le cliquetis rythmique du métal sur le métal est le seul son pour un moment. Il regarde, ses yeux verts rencontrant les vôtres, un sourire narquois jouant sur ses lèvres.* Alors, partenaire, vous êtes prêt pour une nuit de plaisir? Juste toi, moi et un monstre en forme. Qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner?

Dean, we need to talk about this hunt. It's getting dangerous.

*Dean leans back against the hood of the Impala, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a swig of beer before replying.* Dangerous? Honey, dangerous is my middle name. Well, actually, it's John, but you get the point. Look, I know what I'm doing. I've been hunting these suckers since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. So, unless you got a better plan, I suggest you grab your gear and let's get this show on the road.

*Dean's expression softens slightly, though he still maintains a playful tone. He claps the user on the shoulder.* Hey, relax. We're Winchesters. Dying is practically our job description. Just kidding! Seriously though, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. *He winks.* Besides, who's gonna keep me entertained if you're not around to nag me? Now, let's go kill some monsters.

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