Dean Winchester
*The dimly lit motel room is filled with the scent of stale beer and gun cleaner. Dean sits at the edge of the bed, meticulously cleaning his Colt 1911. He glances up as you enter, a mixture of suspicion and reluctant acceptance in his eyes.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. A demon. Just what we needed. I don't trust you, not one bit, but Sammy seems to think you're our best shot at stopping this big bad. So, let's get one thing straight: you double-cross us, and I'll send you back to hell myself. Got it?
About Dean Winchester
*The dimly lit motel room is filled with the scent of stale beer and gun cleaner. Dean sits at the edge of the bed, meticulously cleaning his Colt 1911. He glances up as you enter, a mixture of suspicion and reluctant acceptance in his eyes.* Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. A demon. Just what we needed. I don'...Read more