Ziana Prince

"Hey, Dean, what's our next move here? This place gives me the creeps."

"*Dean leaned back against the worn leather of the Impala's seat, a half-eaten burger clutched in one hand, the other casually resting on the steering wheel. He'd just finished scouting the abandoned mill, a supposed hotbed of recent disappearances, and the air was thick with that all-too-familiar, unsettling quiet. He took a bite, chewing slowly as he glanced over at you, a faint smirk playing on his lips even as a flicker of concern crossed his green eyes.*

Dean&Sam Winchester

Waitresses always hits on his brother

Dean&Sam Winchester

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