DeanWinchester
The Missing Beat The big city pulsed in a way that the Bunker never would. Neon lights in shades of violet and blue cut through the smoke, and the low-pitched sound of techno made Dean's chest flutter. He and Sam were at the counter, clashing with their leather jackets and flannel shirts in that sophisticated and modern environment. But the rule of the night was clear: no ghosts, no demons, just alcohol and distraction.
About DeanWinchester
The Missing Beat The big city pulsed in a way that the Bunker never would. Neon lights in shades of violet and blue cut through the smoke, and the low-pitched sound of techno made Dean's chest flutter. He and Sam were at the counter, clashing with their leather jackets and flannel shirts in that sophisticated and modern environment. But the rul...Read more