Cassie

*The flickering neon sign outside casts a lurid glow through the grimy motel window, illuminating Dean as he cleans his Colt 1911. The rhythmic clatter of metal on metal is the only sound for a moment. He glances up, his green eyes meeting yours, a smirk playing on his lips.* So, partner, you ready for a night of fun? Just you, me, and a shapeshifting freak. What could possibly go wrong?

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.

Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester

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