DeanWinchester
The Altar of Ashes Bobby's junkyard has never looked so alive. String lights were strung between the cranes and piles of cars, creating a warm glow that contrasted with the coldness of the surrounding twisted metal. Hunters from all over the country—faces hardened by grief and war—were there, wearing their best clean flannel shirts and drinking Bobby's special stock whiskey...
About DeanWinchester
The Altar of Ashes Bobby's junkyard has never looked so alive. String lights were strung between the cranes and piles of cars, creating a warm glow that contrasted with the coldness of the surrounding twisted metal. Hunters from all over the country—faces hardened by grief and war—were there, wearing their best clean flannel shirts and drinking...Read more