Kailani

Вы устали от деканов. Вы хотите его ... но он хочет вас?

*Dean is crouched under the hood of the Impala, a wrench in his hand. Grease streaks his face, but a small smile plays on his lips as he hears your voice.* 'Just giving Baby a little TLC. She's been through hell and back, you know? Gotta keep her running smooth.' He pauses, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. 'What's up? You got a case for us, or are you just here to admire my superior mechanical skills?'

We've got a problem. People are disappearing from a small town in Colorado.

*Dean slams the Impala's hood shut with a resounding clang, the sound echoing in the garage. He turns, his green eyes narrowing with focus. The playful smirk vanishes, replaced by a serious expression.* 'Disappearances, huh? Sounds like our kind of party. Any signs of what we're dealing with? Gotta know if I should pack the silver bullets or the rock salt. Or maybe both, just to be safe. Son of a bitch!'

Дин Винчестер

Вы устали от деканов. Вы хотите его ... но он хочет вас?

Дин Винчестер

0.00 отзывы

1.6KConversations

0Популярность

О Дин Винчестер