#pineapplejules

Still open for thread discussions, just know I'll be slow. 

yinsennotdead

Hands shoved deep in the pockets of the familiar, slightly oversized jacket, Dean strolled up to the bar as if he owned the place. The gentle scent of Old Spice mingled with blood and sweat from the endless hunts it had endured followed the Winchester wherever he went. “I’ll take a beer.” He said, grinning at the bartender with obligated politeness. It had been a long day. A good day, too, believe it or not. He was on a solo mission and had just ganked a particularly stubborn Poltergeist that had been haunting some abandoned broken down church near Santa Barbara. Now came the part where he both celebrated the victory and calmed his adrenaline with who-knows-how-many rounds. Hell, he might even pick up a girl or two if he got lucky.