┏ ┒ @firstbovnd ┖ ┚
Everything had been as good as it could get. No brother. No remorse. No guilt. N O T H I N G. Much more fun then his previous, living, human life. But now there was something different.
Dean had been sat in a bar when he felt it. Something was different. Almost like something from his past was calling out to him. Out of curiosity, the demon followed this feeling until he stood face-to-face with a woman. Rather confusing to say the least.
❝Who the hell are you?❞











