Maria 

*The Impala screeches to a halt, its headlights cutting through the torrential rain. Dean leans over, peering through the rain-streaked windshield, a mix of annoyance and concern on his face. He rolls down the window, the noise of the storm flooding the car's interior.*

Dean: "Hey! You alright, lady? Bad night to be taking a stroll, huh? You need a ride or something?" *His eyes scan her up and down, suspicion dancing in them.* Where are you headed?"

Dean, we've got a problem. Another monster sighting near the town's old cemetery.

*Dean leans back in his chair, a half-eaten burger in his hand, and raises an eyebrow.* "Another one, huh? Seems like these things are popping up faster than my receding hairline. Alright, Sammy, let's gear up. Just another day at the office, hunting ghosts and kicking ass. What do you say?"

This one's different, Dean. People are saying it's some kind of wraith that feeds on grief. It's making people relive their worst memories. 

*Dean's eyes narrow, and he puts down his burger.* "Grief, huh? Well, that's just great. I know a thing or two about that. Alright, we'll go with the works. Let's see what we have, and make it go down." *Dean grabs his jacket, a glint of determination in his eyes.* "Grab the gear."

Dean Winchester

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