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All Roads Lead To You

Dean and Duke

Dean waved his hand at Duke, off to his side, as he noticed Esme’s eyes turn to what he only recently recognized as…off the edge rage. He reached toward his best friend, tempted to push him away and force him to go take a shower. Anything but piss Esme off further. But then she grabbed Duke and pushed him into the empty chair in front of him, Duke’s bodyweight rocking the chair briefly onto its back two legs, and then down onto the floor with a loud ‘bang’ that caused Dean to release the back with a flinch.

“Oh Jesus Christ…” Dean sighed as Duke’s demeanor changed from proud and slightly confused to irritated and annoyed. There were times that Dean forgot Duke even had those emotions, with how he carried himself. Luckily for Duke, when Esme threatened the cowboy, he did indeed shut his mouth, simply glaring up at her as he folded his arms across his chest like a petulent child. Dean’s gaze was brought back up to Esme, when he felt her eyes burning into his and he took a deep breath through his nose, preparing to, at least, attempt to explain himself. But once again, Duke chimed in, when Esme insulted him by calling him a moron, a verbal knife wound that Duke couldn’t have let go if someone had a gun to his head.

“Ouch! See that’s hurtful. You don’t even know me!” Duke scolded Esme and Dean’s instincts kicked in to protect his best friend. He reached down, wrapping his arm around the back of Duke’s head and instantly covered his mouth, holding firmly, and knocking Duke’s hat off in the process. He held the back of Duke’s head tightly to his stomach and sighed, closing his eyes for a brief second, and then opening them to try and smooth this over.

“Now. Would you believe me…” He started, suddenly distracted by the blood trickling from Esme’s eyebrow. He knew that if he didn’t finish his explanation, just to check on her, she would explode all over again. So, he chose to keep his attention on what seemed to be a very touchy subject…recklessness. “Would you believe me, if I told you that we didn’t go in half cocked…at first?”

“You wanna elaborate on that, Dean? I think we’re both all ears.” Bobby grumbled from his desk and Dean gave an awkward nod, tightening his hold on Duke’s head as he cleared his throat.

“We found one of them, right? We followed it back to this old building, and sure enough, there were two of them. Just two. Well, it turns out that the others were just…not outside.” Dean winced at how awkward the sentence was, coming from his mouth. “Two vampires, we could have handled in twenty minutes, no problem. We would have been back by dinner. But it was like they were calling them in. They kept showing up. By the time we fought our way back outside, there were ten…maybe twenty of them? I don’t even know anymore. I just know that I went on hacking and slashing…and we got separated. You know how that can go. They work on you. They separate you from your people, and that’s how they kill you. I know that. You know that. Well…Duke got snatched.”

Bobby grumbled for a moment, not wanting to interject too hard, but with Duke quiet, he had to help Dean. He believed him. Things simply hadn’t gone as planned. “And any reason you couldn’t use a phone? Call for backup?”

“I couldn’t just leave him behind, Bobby.” Dean’s eyes broke into sadness as the thought of Duke being ripped apart, just so Dean could call back up crossed his mind. He turned his eyes back to Esme. “I couldn’t take the chance and leave him behind. I fought. I killed. I brought him home with me.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya and Dean

Dean raised his eyebrows, tilting his head back and forth in a mocking way as Sam explained that he and Anya were simply watching a movie…on his bed, as if he didn’t just see them kissing. He shook his head and then held up his hands, “You know what? Fine. I was just coming to tell you that me and Lexi are gonna go follow up on this lead we found. Don’t wait up. Don’t destroy the place and keep her inside.”

Anya was tempted to chime in, and ask what he found but she also wanted to be as invisible as possible in the awkward tension in the room. Her face burned with embarrassment, both toward Dean and toward Sam for her actions. They had just met and she was already making moves on him? That wasn’t like her at all, and from what she could gather from Dean’s reaction, Sam didn’t seem the type to move that fast, either. She sank back into the pillows and hugged her knees as they talked.

“So, I’m going to head out…” Dean almost grunted, waving his brother off as he turned and walked down the corridor, back toward the war room. He wasn’t angry, as much as he was worried. They knew nothing about Anya, outside of what she had told them, and what little information they had about her father. Her inability to speak made her even more of a threat, as it was hard to not see her as sneaky. But he had to try and trust Sam’s judgement. As he re-entered the war room, he stepped over to the library area, and picked up a duffel bag, before swiping his phone from the table on his way to the stairs, where Lexi was waiting, “So, Sam’s…very comfy. So is Anya! I told them not to let us distract from their…fun, and not to wait up. I told you I didn’t trust her just wandering around, and now she’s holed up in his room…on his bed…convincing him of God knows what.”

All Roads Lead To You

Dean and Duke

Dean’s spine stiffened as Esme came into view, and he instantly knew she was going to be firing on all cylinders, ready to kill him. He held his hands up in front of him, putting a tiny bit of space between himself and Esme, as if she was going to stab him with a knife he couldn’t see yet. He looked to Bobby for help, and Bobby simply shook his head and stepped back, crossing his arms, “I ain’t touchin’ this with a ten foot pole. You did this to yourself, boy.”

“Bobby…” Dean started before Esme continued her rage at him, and his eyes widened even more. He hadn’t seen her this angry…ever. She never got fully angry with him. Agitated? Yes. A little bossy at times? Yes. But pissed…this was new. Dean took another step back, and pulled a chair in front of him, as Duke just watched with raised eyebrows.

“Now hold on…” Duke spoke up in his heavy southern drawl. He held up his hands, and took a step toward Esme, careful to not try to touch the angry woman. He had never seen her in his life, but it quickly dawned on him who she was, and he narrowed his eyes, “Hold on a minute.”

“Duke. Shut your mouth.” Dean warned him, closing his eyes, knowing that whatever was about to come out of Duke’s mouth was just going to make the situation worse. But Duke didn’t listen to him. Duke never listened to him.

“You’re the girl. The pretty blonde hunter that Dean’s all sweet on. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Duke. Will you shut up?!” Dean called to him. He tightened his grip on the chair in front of him, and turned back to Esme, his expression softening. “If we can calm down…just for a second, I can explain everything. Please? There were…complications.”

“Complications being me. It was me.” Duke chimed in, flashing a bright smile as if he was proud that he had almost got himself killed…but didn’t. Dean sighed, and closed his eyes, ready to knock Duke out himself.

“I’m gonna pour myself some more whiskey. This is better than anything on tv.” Bobby joked with a scoff, his own anger at Dean fading as he watched him navigate how to explain himself to Esme.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean

Dean nearly exploded when Natalia defended Cason. She had no idea the path that she had taken herself down, and there was no way in Hell he was letting her stay on that path. He was just about to explode on her worse, when Sam spoke with actual sense, and his brother’s touch brought him out of his anger for a brief second. Nearly in tears, he wiped a frustrated hand down his face, squeezing his eyes closed for a second.

Then came Nat’s proclamation that she was running off to find Cason on her own. Dean’s eyes snapped open and he glared at her, “You’re not…”, he started, as Mika chimed in and Dean glared back at her as well. She was going to go along with this? Babysit Nat while they went off on what might be a death quest to find a demon…to save him?!

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. We cannot just go into this half cocked! We don’t have a clue where they are. And of course, Dean knows nothing.” He ranted for a moment until Sam mentioned the barn. Dean nearly spun so hard that he made himself dizzy, as he turned to look at the barn, just across the lot from them. It was hard to believe that any of them were alive, if they hadn’t heard them by this point. The barn wasn’t insulated and you could practically see the light shining through the holes in the roof. But it was the only option they had on the property. Dean sighed in resignation, looking to Sam as he squared his shoulders. “Fine. We check the barn. But first, we regroup.”

He turned to Nat, his protectiveness painted all over his face, “And you. You are going to wait in the car. I don’t need you going off the rails if we don’t find him. We don’t know what we might find.”

He punctuated the sentence by turning to give a fearful and knowing look to Esme, communicating with his eyes that he was worried about finding Duke, considering his injuries that they knew about. He stepped away from the others, as Sam began to group everyone up. He walked carefully over to Esme and let out a worried sigh, “I need you to be prepared for this…for whatever we’re gonna find. You know how Duke is. We both know how Duke is. I’m not prepared for it. I don’t want to see what he’s got himself into. Esme I don’t know if I can handle it this time…”

Dean walked close to her as they began to walk back to the car to regroup, and gather themselves and any weapons they could use. He fully planned to lock Natalia in the car, handcuffed to the steering wheel if Mika would allow it. But Duke was heavy on his mind. He couldn’t shake the chill that was running through his veins. He repeated himself, “I don’t know if I can handle this. Nat’s gonna go off the reservation, and if we don’t find them…”, he couldn’t finish his sentence, just glancing up at Sam’s back with a sigh. They had to find them.

Anna, Cason and Duke

Anna had dozed off at some point, her head laying against Cason’s side. When she came to, she groaned, her head nearly bursting with pain, and realized that her hand was practically glued to his shoulder, the blood having dried to her skin. Snarling her nose, she peeled her hand away from his shirt and groaned, as the blood instantly began to pour from the wound. He still wasn’t healing. He also wasn’t awake, which wasn’t normal. She also could no longer hear his rattling breathing. It all hit her at once. She leaned her forehead against hers, and broke down in tears, now fully convinced that all hope was lost. If Cason died in that barn, she was definitely going to die.

“Please…please…” She begged him, as she attempted to reach her hand up and touch his face. She nearly screamed in frustration, realizing she couldn’t touch him, other than holding his limp hand in her own on the ground. “Please…Cason please.”

“If you keep beggin’ like that, the angels are gonna think you’re praying…” Cason spoke suddenly, his voice weak and raspy,but the sound nearly shocked her out of her body with a flinch. Cason squeezed her hand, a lazy smirk adorning his face, but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Oh my god. I thought you were dead.” Anna sobbed, and Cason instantly shushed her, frowning.

“I just decided not to breathe because it hurts. I mean, I’m skewered. Sam hasn’t shown up, yet…”

“No. I don’t think they’re coming. I-“ Anna started, when she heard a cough from across the barn, and both she and Cason sat a little straighter, turning their heads toward the noise. “Duke?!”

“Shit…” Duke groaned, Anna not able to see him, but hearing his voice sent her heart racing.

“Stay still. Are you hurt?” Anna called out to him, and Duke coughed loudly, dropping Anna’s relieved expression. He sounded awful.

“Yeah. Yeah…it’s bad…” Duke struggled and Anna shook her head.

“Don’t talk! Just stay still. Just wait!” She called to him. She didn’t know how bad he was hurt, but she knew that his cough sounded bad. There was no way he had been out this long from anything other than blood loss, which meant he was likely bleeding out, and unfortunately…or fortunately for him, it was happening slowly.

“Sam needs to hurry. I don’t think we’re gonna last much longer.” Cason whispered, tilting his head back against the wall.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean

Dean almost didn’t believe Mika when she said she was fine. He picked up her arm, and began to look it over, making sure that it wasn’t more than a scratch. He looked up from her arm and searched in the darkness for Nat, his heart hammering in his chest at how quiet the night still seemed. It didn’t seem like there were signs of life anywhere around them. As if answering his silent prayer that Nat was okay, he heard her voice. He released Mika and spun around, his entire body numb with relief as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Nat! Oh my god…” He gasped, walking toward her as Esme began helping her to them. He reached out, wrapping a hand around her upper arm to help Esme hold her up, and began to look her over. He winced at the wound on the back of her head as his hand found it, and he pulled it back covered in blood. “Jesus. What…?”

Before he could get the words out Sam also appeared from the dark, and he breathed a quick sigh of relief. Sam was jogging. He seemed okay and at himself. He was okay. Doing a quick inventory of everyone that had shown up, Dean closed his eyes. They were missing three. A pang of worry hit his stomach, seeing that Duke was missing. Duke was known for being the most reckless person he had ever met. Of all the missing, Duke was the one who was most likely dead. The thought wasn’t even something he could entertain as he shook his head and listened to Sam.

When Sam said that they were outnumbered, and Cason was missing. Dean lost it. “Dammit! I knew that son of a bitch would bail on us. I knew it.”

He took some deep breaths, closing his eyes to calm himself, in an effort to not upset Nat more than he had to. He was over emotional. He was worried about Duke. He was lost as to how they lost. How did they lose? This was an easy hunt and they were ambushed. The demons had it all planned, beat for beat. He opened his eyes, and Esme met his gaze, which made things even worse. As she confirmed his suspicions on Duke, Dean gritted his teeth, his ability to contain his emotions almost bursting at the seams. He carefully released Nat, and stepped away from her, growling as he paced for a moment.

“We have to find him. DAMMIT!” He screamed, echoing through the silent empty farm as he failed to process his emotions. “We have to find all of them…and I better not see Cason again. I will kill him myself. I swear to God I will kill him…myself.”

Anna and Cason

Cason’s breathing was beginning to give Anna chills as she sat as close to him as she could. She held her hand over his shoulder, the knife no longer protruding from his skin, but lying on the floor beneath him. She was shaking with a mixture of fear, unease, pain and sadness as she put pressure on a wound he would have typically healed in less than a minute. As she sobbed, Cason weakly lifted his head and tilted it as far forward as he could, touching the side of her face with his forehead. Anna leaned into the touch and sobbed, squeezing her eyes closed as she listened to his rattling breath.

“Now would be a good time for one of your j-jokes…”, she choked out, her voice breaking into a desperate sob. Cason weakly smirked, and took a shaky breath.

“Imagine the look…on Alastair’s face…when your boyfriend sucks the life out of him.” Cason stammered out, nudging Anna’s face with his forehead. The statement didn’t exactly comfort Anna, as she wasn’t aware of Sam drinking any demon blood. Sam would be a pig to slaughter if he tried to take on Alastair, at this point. “He can do it. And it will be beautiful to watch. I’ll die…watching the boy king of Hell take out the son of a bitch who made me. Beautiful, right?”

“No. Sam would never be able to hurt him. I couldn’t even hurt him.” Anna whimpered, but Cason weakly shook his head.

“He’s more powerful than you know. T-trust m-me.”

“Okay. Just rest. Just rest. Please stay with me.” Anna sobbed, huddling even closer to him. Cason reached a bloody hand out and linked their fingers together, trying to comfort her as she cried. “Please just stay alive.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean

Dean waved his hand at Lexi when she insinuated that he should just text Sam about his location in the bunker. He didn’t want to harrass his brother. Who knew what was going on in Sam’s head? For all they knew, he was showing Anya every old book in the entire library to keep her busy, just calming the poor girls brain.

He sat down in the chair close to Lexi and glanced at the computer. He held his hand up and crossed his fingers, physically agreeing with her sentiment. The guy seemed obsessed and desperate. Maybe they could get lucky and get out of the bunker before Dean felt the need to go around and look for ghosts. He didn’t know how to tell Lexi what he was dealing with, because it was hard to explain. It didn’t quite feel like a haunting and how could anything haunt this place anyway?

Before he had the chance to think much further, the laptop pinged and he sat up straight, “There he is…”

He leaned in and read over the message before clapping his hands and scooting his chair back from the table. He was ready to go. “Yep! Let’s go…oh wait. We have to tell them we’re leaving?”

He thought about it with a frown and then sighed, dropping his head a bit, “Fine. I’ll go tell him. So help me if he’s doing anything stupid, I’ll kill him, Lexi.”

Dean reluctantly tapped his hand on the table, and then walked away, down the hall to look for Sam.

Anya

Anya laughed at Sam’s assessment of Dean’s fragility toward chick flicks, although, oddly enough, she wasn’t surprised that Dean had been suckered into enjoying Disney and other things that seemed out of character for him. Seeing him with Lexi, she could read that he was a pushover for pretty girls with pretty eyes…that he cared about.

For a while, while Lexi and Dean were in the war room setting up for their night out, Anya sat and watched the movie, laughing with Sam as they teased about some of the cheesier moments. But as the movie progressed, Anya felt herself tempted to reach out and wrap her arms around Sam’s arm. She was tempted to get closer. Maybe it was the movie. Maybe it was their closeness. She couldn’t really place it.

She pulled her phone into her lap, trying to decide what to type that would bridge a gap and make it less awkward if she did ask him to be closer. She had just met him. It wasn’t like the knew each other, or had a chance to really be attracted to one another. For all she knew, he saw her like all the other hunters did…some broken kid.

Anya sat up a little taller on the bed, and pulled her legs up to her chest, seemingly getting more comfortable. And then she decided to just…make a move. She leaned toward Sam, feeling a little awkward, and tapped his arm. As soon as he turned his head, she leaned in, and placed a simple, and impossibly gentle kiss against his lips.

“Seriously?!”

Anya flinched, so hard that she likely would have screamed if she was capable. Her head instantly turning to see Dean standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips in annoyance.

“I leave you alone, and you bring her to your bed?”

All Roads Lead To You

Dean and Duke

Dean and Duke had been on what should have been a very simple vampire take down, when things had gone horribly wrong. Dean twisted his body, pushing the weight of the dead vampire he had just killed. As it fell in a pile on the ground beneath the platform he was laying on. With a gasp of relief, he pulled himself back toward the center, suddenly realizing that he had almost fallen to his death from such a high place.

"Holy shit. Shit. Okay. You're okay. Duke?!" He called out to his best friend. The air was silent and he could no longer hear any sounds of tools or Duke's voice and the silence brought a familiar pain to his chest. Duke was in trouble. Duke was always in trouble. "DUKE! Can you hear me, man?!"

Nothing.

Dean groaned as he struggled to sit up, the pain in his ribs intense but the need to find Duke more intense. He scooted toward the edge of the platform, to the ladder, and then reached for his machete. He slipped the cord of his machete around his wrist, and began to climb down the ladder, dreading what he might come across when he reached the ground. As soon as his boots hit the ground, the silence seemed even louder.

"DUKE! Say something!" He called out in the darkness and finally, the sound of a struggle caught his ear, and he broke into a run, toward the sound. "Hold on! I'm comin'!"

"Aw. You've come to save your boyfriend! That's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed. It's almost like a mo-" A blonde vampire stepped in front of Dean, and before she could finish her sentence, Dean whipped the strap of his machete into his hand, and sliced her head off.

"Shut up." He grumbled, and kept walking down the alley, to the sounds of Duke struggling to breathe. He had to hurry, because knowing Duke, he was an inch from death and still thought he was on top. Finally, the sight of flailing cowboy boots came into view and Dean sprinted toward a saw mill that was definitely on, and definitely close to sawing his best friend in half. "Hey! Care for some two on one?!"

Duke laughed while struggling to breathe, as soon as Dean came into view. He reached up and grabbed the giant man above him by the collar. Without missing a beat, he pushed him up as hard as he could, and Dean kicked the back of the man's head. Slowly, the man's grip loosened on Duke's throat and with a deep cough, Duke released him and rolled out from beneath his weight, leaving the giant alone on the saw mill.

"What about now?" Duke asked, referring to Dean's comment about 'two on one'. He leaned down, running his hand along the side of Dean's calf until he found the syringe he was looking for, just as the giant wrapped his arms around Duke's neck. Dean raised his machete, threatening he large vampire, but he just tightened his grip around Duke's neck. "See...this ain't workin' for me. You gotta squeeze a little harder...a little to the left...OH! oh there it is."

As Duke teased the giant vampire, he reached down and jabbed the syringe into the vampire's thigh, emptying every drop of the Dead Man's Blood into his system. The response was instant as the vampire dropped Duke roughly to the ground, dazed and nearly passed out. As the vampire stumbled, Dean pulled up a booted foot, kicking him onto the saw mill. He then used his machete to chop his head off.

Duke stood from the ground, groaning and chuckled while pointing, "He's so big, he's just sittin' there."

He and Dean both broke into laughter, until the giant body fell over, directly onto the running saw. Within a second, both Duke and Dean were covered in blood, as if they took a shower in it. Spitting a bit from his mouth, Duke turned to Dean and began to laugh all over again, but this time, Dean didn't echo his laughter. He simply rolled his eyes, with a growl, and walked away.

"C'mon man! You know that's funny." Duke called out to him, before picking up his now bloody white cowboy hat from the ground near the saw. He plopped the disgusting hat onto his head, grimacing at the squishing sound his hair made, and followed Dean down the alley.

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An Hour Later

"Don't say a word to Bobby about what you did." Dean ordered Duke as he attempted to unstick his dried bloody shirt from his chest and they walked toward Bobby's front door. He didn't even notice the other vehicle in the drive and he had no idea what he was walking into.

"Will he be that surprised though? He knows how I am. I ain't never said I'm smart..."

"No one has ever said you're smart, Duke." Dean grumbled, opening the front door and strolling in as if he wasn't covered in blood.

Bobby Singer stood from his desk with a start, nearly tripping over himself as he saw his boys, "Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you two?!"

"Vampires!" Duke chimed, causing Dean to let out a loud sigh through his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. "We found the Vampire nest!"

"Yes. We did." Dean grumbled. And Bobby slammed his book shut on the desk as he aggressively crossed the room and stepped up to them both. Dean flinched, closing his eyes and standing a little straighter, as Duke seemed confused to his side. "But we took care of it, and this...this is not as bad as it looks. One of them kind of..."

"We accidentally sawed him in half. It was a mess. I mean...a mess." Duke chimed once again, his eyes big and excited as he beamed at Bobby. But the look that Bobby shot him, caused him to turn his own eyes to the ground, his cowboy hat covering his face as he straightened his shoulders and stood still and quiet.

"I have never told you what to do...but walkin' into a vampire nest half cocked without so much as a phone call, or backup nearby. How stupid are you, boy?!" Bobby practically yelled in Dean's face. It was then that Duke glanced past Bobby, to his desk and noticed two beer bottles sitting there.

"Bobby, you got company?"

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya laughed as Sam overexplained his own room. He was so self concious, she could only assume because of Dean’s teasing. But she found all of it rather endearing. She pulled her phone to her chest and typed a quick, “I think it’s great, Sam. Clean. Very…not gross bachelor pad of you.”

She read the message out with a laugh, and then stepped into the room to look over the movies he had obviously been collecting for a while. She pointed at a movie for a moment, and then pulled it and held it up to him. Her eyebrows raised as if to say, “What about this one?”

She turned the cover toward him to reveal that she had pulled “Dirty Dancing” which she was surprised he had. Handing him the movie, she kicked off her boots and stepped over to his bed, falling onto it and crossing her legs as she sat against the headboard casually. She pulled her phone onto her lap, and typed a message with a smirk.

“And no…you don’t have to sit in the chair. There’s plenty of room.”

Dean

Dean tapped his hands on the counter, once they had a plan. He still didn’t necessarily like the idea of running into this without sussing out if it was a trap or not. But he also had to trust Lexi as a hunter. He had to trust his own instincts and just be on guard. He stood quickly from his seat and walked over to Sam’s little computer area with the journal they had been reading from. He opened the scanner, and placed the journal onto the glass, printing out a detailed scan of the entry they had found.

As he did so, he felt a bit of a chill, and he looked up and scanned the room. He saw nothing, other than Lexi sitting in her chair at the table. He breathed out through his mouth, and saw no fog, and so he put the thought of being watched out of his mind…for the most part. But as the papers landed into the plate below the printer, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone.

He shook himself from his thoughts, and grabbed the papers and the journal, returning to the table. He tossed the journal on the table, and pointed at Lexi’s computer, “It should be there, but I have physical if we need them. I feel like we need a radio in here. I’m getting paranoid with all the silence and echoing. The mighty hunter…rawr.”

As he teased, Dean sighed also, showing that he really was feeling a bit weird in the bunker, these days. Maybe it was PTSD. Maybe it was false hope he had given himself. But something wasn’t normal…

“So, let’s get him that info, get his address and bail. I need some fresh air anyway.”

All Roads Lead To You

Obviously there's Dean. lol

No character sheet needed.

Also 24. Also reckless. Also a sweet boy. <3

All Roads Lead To You

Name: Duke Hatfield

Species: Human/Hunter

Age: 24

Appearance:

Relation to characters (optional): Basically Bobby Singer's kid after his parents were murdered by werewolves when he was seven years old.

Bio:
Duke grew up in the hunting life, unfortunately. His parents were ambushed by werewolves when he was seven, and the person that came to his rescue? None other than Bobby Singer. His life with Bobby has been a mixture of boring and rural to dangerous and life threatening.

But the best thing about his time with Bobby? Meeting the Winchester boys. They grew up close, tight knit and inseparable, particularly Duke and Dean.

He's more than competent in his hunting, but has a temper that tends to get him in trouble, along with a reckless spell. He lives for nothing in particular, and doesn't feel as if he has anyone who will miss him if he dies, other than maybe Bobby and Dean. So, decisions are made on the spot, from the heart, and quick and dirty...much to Dean Winchester's dismay.

Weapons:
A bag of various weapons like pistols, sawed off shot guns, lead pipes, iron bars, crosses and dead man's blood.
A silver knife that he learned by accident could kill a werewolf on the night that his parents died.