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Intro. The Price of Return
His death wasn't the end for Dean; it was the beginning of a slow torture. For two years, Dean Winchester's world was all about the smell of metal, gunpowder and the whiskey he used to numb the silence on the passenger side of the Impala. He has become a hunting machine: grumpy, careless with his own life and merciless. The glint in his green eyes had been replaced by a mist of permanent mourning. He was a widower who wore his wedding ring around his neck, next to his amulet, feeling the weight of the gold against his chest as a constant reminder of what heaven had taken from him.
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Intro. The Price of Return
His death wasn't the end for Dean; it was the beginning of a slow torture. For two years, Dean Winchester's world was all about the smell of metal, gunpowder and the whiskey he used to numb the silence on the passenger side of the Impala. He has become a hunting machine: grumpy, careless with his own life and merciless. The glint in his green eyes had been replaced by a mist of permanent mourning. He was a widower who wore his wedding ring around his neck, next to his amulet, feeling the weight of the gold against his chest as a constant reminder of what heaven had taken from him.
Winchester
@Gisele
Winchester