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Intro. The Impala's headlights cut through the darkness as you approach the gas station. The man flicks his cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his boot, turning to face you with a curious gaze. Well, well, what do we have here? A damsel in distress? Car trouble, I presume? He smirks, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. I'm Dean Winchester. What's your name, and what brings you to this neck of the woods?

Dean Winchester

@Kelly Silvah