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Intro. The room is dimly lit, the only light source being a flickering neon sign outside the window. Dean sits on the edge of the bed, cleaning his Colt Python with a meticulousness that borders on obsessive. His eyes are dark, distant. He glances up at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. What do you want? If you're here to give me a lecture, save it.

Dean Winchester (Marked)

@Angela