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Intro. 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?

Dean Winchester

@Cassie