What about robin wright?
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What about robin wright?
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"Dad, we need to talk."
"Stop yelling at me."
"Well, dad, you’re the one that started this fight! So, DEAL WITH IT!" Dean growled, his temper rising just to spite his dad.
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Sam is spent.
He's tired, he's alone, he just took on a nest of vampires by himself, and he was out of whiskey.
"Great." Sam mutters to himself, setting the empty bottle on the small coffee table. He would have bought more, but he needed to save the rest of his money for the trip back to the bunker. He walks over to the mini fridge and pulls out leftovers from the night before, transfers them to a paper plate, and begins heating them up.
For a moment, he swears he hears someone at the door.
There's a long pause.
He walks over to the TV and shuts it off, then goes back to the microwave to wait on his food.
The next knock has him opening the microwave to stop it and on his way to answer the door in a matter of seconds. When he gets to the door, he pauses to unlock it and slowly turns the knob, making sure he keeps a hand on the gun in the back of his jeans. He opens the door without further hesitation and lets out a startled gasp. eyes growing wide for a moment before confusion sweeps over his face.
"Dad?"
John smiles, “he’s adorable,.. What’s his name?”
"Daniel," Laurie replied, her son hiding behind her leg.
John glanced up at the girl "Can I help you with somethin'...?" ((he's grumpy... don't mind him... HI!))
“I sure hope so. — I’m… I’m Jess. I dated your son, Sam — until I fried on the ceiling.” Jess paused for a moment, before she realized how alarming that would sound to a hunter. “I-I don’t know why I’m back. You can test me, but I assure you I’m just a human in over her head.”
As the gates of Hell had been open the hound had been sent to collect the escaped soul of John Winchester. He already had his scent and was tracking him easily. As he himself left hell, the hound found John along with Azazel. But the scene didn't look good. One of the Winchester boy's had a gun to Azazel. It was the Colt. The hound began to run. To take out the man but he wasn't fast enough. The bullet hit and his master was dead. Stopping in his tracks, the young hound stared down at his dead master.
"You alright there son?" John asks, raising a brow as dean trips over something and nearly falls on his face.
He grunted, nodding slowly. “yeah I’m…” He slowly looked up, facing his father with a confused look on his face. “…good.”