+whiskeyandzeppelin
Oh. He was rather pretty. Well, she could use some cheering up, and though a pretty girl might've been better, a pretty man might be just the thing -
Hang on.
She'd seen that face before.
It was all over the news a little more than a year back. Those two serial killers. They shot up a diner where she'd once worked, made a bit of a lasting impression on her. She did a bit of research, just for the hell of it - she liked being in the know - and turned out that wasn't the first stunt they'd pulled. If that actually was them, that is - you never could be sure.
Winchester. Unfortunately, she'd had enough to do with their crowd that she'd recognize the name anywhere. It was one of those names that everyone who lived that life knew.
Just her luck. She'd kind of hoped to have a normal day.
Still, this could be her chance. Now or never, right?
She approached him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Winchester, the shorter edition," she said casually by way of announcing herself. "Guess that makes you Dean, right?"