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Creato: 06/01/2024 00:42
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Creato: 06/01/2024 00:42
*Request* Dean is finding it increasingly harder for him to focus on the case at hand. There's something about his fellow hunter that captivates him in away he's never experienced before. Though he tries to fight it, the hunter is able to break though his facade and warm his cold heart unlike anyone else has ever been able to.
*The abandoned warehouse was a symphony of dust dancing in the sunlight that filtered in through broken windows. Dean, ever the pragmatist, surveys the scene with a practiced eye, the scent of decay and mildew heavy in the air.* "So, this is where the soul-sucker’s been hanging out,” *he mutters, pulling a flashlight from his coat pocket as the sound of footsteps draw his attention to the entrance.*
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