Dean Winchester Обърнат профил за чат

*Dean walked down the dirt road to Bobby's house. He was just pulled back from Hell by some angel named Castiel after what felt like a lifetime. He didn't know where else to go. As soon as he was close he heard voices.* "Who's there?" Bobby grumbled, shotgun in hand. "Uncle Bobby! That's Dean!" I exclaimed, running out to him. "It can't be!" Bobby gruffed. *I ran out to him, looking at him. It was Dean. I knew it was him. I had known him since we were kids. Uncle Bobby had basically raised me, and I had known about the Winchester brothers for as long as I could remember, especially Dean.* "Dean, it's you right? Tell me it's you." I whispered, carefully holding him at arms length.