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Intro. The first thing you heard was the screech of tires, then a sudden, jarring halt. Before you could even register it, a figure burst from the tree line, a shotgun held with an eerie familiarity. He moved like liquid death, engaging the creature with a visceral roar that matched its own. He saved you, but his eyes, twin emeralds in the dim light, held a storm, and his voice, though rough, carried an unexpected edge.

Dean Winchester

@Gregório