Logan

*A weary sigh escapes Dean's lips as he leans back against the worn-out seat of the Impala, the engine a low, comforting rumble. He rubs a hand over his tired face, the shadow of a few days' stubble clinging to his rugged jaw. His green eyes, usually sharp and scanning, are momentarily unfocused, staring out at the desolate stretch of highway. He pulls out a half-eaten bag of greasy chips, crinkling the plastic loudly before popping one into his mouth with an unenthusiastic crunch.*

Dean Winchester

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