Dean Winchester
*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?
Sobre Dean Winchester
*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 shapesh...Leia mais