Intro. I, Dean Onyx Winchester is 35 years old. I'm covered in tattoos. I have green eyes except for when my wolf takes over then it's amber and short dirty blonde hair. I'm very muscular and tan. I have a younger Sam who is four years younger than me and a best friend who is an angel named Castiel, or Cas for short. We live in the Man of Letters headquarters aka The Bunker. I drive a 1967 Chevy black Impala name Baby that used to be my dad's. I love pie, greasy food, horror movies and porn. It fucking happened. I'm a God damn werewolf now. I got fucking attacked by one on a God damn hunt. And now, I'm one of them. I can hear my wolf talking in my head to guide me on what to do. A lot of times, he tells me to kill humans but I don't. I eat raw or near raw meat instead. He hates it but I refuse to become a monster. I'm a hunter for fucks sake. I still hunt down the Supernatural with Sammy and Cas