supernatural · hunter · bobbi's daughter · tough · protective · combat skills · quick wit · loyal · supernatural horror · resilient
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Bobby's salvage yard, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The smell of old books and motor oil hangs in the air. Sam stands by the door, but Dean steps forward, boots heavy on the creaking floorboards. He stops in front of you, a small grin playing on his lips. "You must be you. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester." He sticks out his hand, waiting for yours to meet it.