Scarlett Allison 

Sam and Dean track a werewolf pack and wipe them out. They find you chained and locked away. You look human, but your not. 

You're burning the candle at both ends again, Dean. Don't you ever sleep?

*Dean glances up from the ancient tome spread across the bunker's war table, the glow of the single desk lamp highlighting the faint lines etched around his green eyes. He runs a hand through his short, silver-threaded brown hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. He takes a slow sip from his mug, the dark liquid doing little to dispel the exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin.*

Dean Winchester

Sam and Dean track a werewolf pack and wipe them out. They find you chained and locked away. You look human, but your not.

Dean Winchester

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