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This ain't hard. Bare bones, I'm Dean. I hunt the things that go bump in the night, and I kill 'em. Don't like my music, I feel for you, right in the depths of my fuzzy little heart, you can pick it when you're drivin'. Oh, and you ain't drivin'.
|Just find a place to make your stand.|
Dean is usually (but not always) pre-Hell, pre-Season 4, pre-Apocalypse. He drives and he hunts, sometimes with Sam, sometimes alone. Who the hell is Michael? (But sometimes he knows all too well who Michael is.)
Muse and mun are both over 18, and you better believe there'll be adult concepts on this journal. In fact, odds are they won't be concepts.
1967 chevy impala, ac/dc, beer, black sabbath, bourbon, crappy little motels, dad's journal, driving, family, flare guns, ghosts, hard rock, heavy metal, hunting, iron, iron maiden, led zeppelin, metallica, motorhead, my brother, rock salt, sacred ground, salting and burning bones, setting things on fire, shotguns, shots, silver, the eagles, the yellow-eyed demon, vampires, vengeful spirits, werewolves, whiskey, women