#thetarotcafe

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The Tarot Cafe’s manga art is beautiful. Too bad there’s no fandom to speak of.

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he is my black king

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alecto and whats his name I forgot 

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"Something I can help you with?" he asked the strangely dressed man.

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Green Behind the Ears || Young!Dean

Dean drove the rickety junker he'd gotten "borrowed" from Bobby's lot into the small northern town of Afton, Wyoming, where they had heard about people being found in nearby campsites mauled by some wild animal, which they wouldn't have found unusual if it hadn't been leaked into the press that the brains had also been removed from the body.

This was the first time Dean was actually going out on a case without either his dad or Bobby, but both men had gone off on a hunt and Dean had been left alone at Bobby's. It was while he was lazing on the couch channel surfing, when he'd caught the news report on the one of the national news channels. It was stupid and reckless, but he couldn't just sit idly by, this is what they did, this is what he had been trained to do his whole life. He'd make Bobby and his dad proud.

He pulled in at the edge of town into a cheap motel where he got a room. He grabbed some bags and set himself up inside before going into town and into a local diner where he'd grab some food and maybe chat up the locals about the attacks.