*You were in a hunter’s bar when a guy yelled out, “Who wants to play a game of pool with me?” No one dared approach. It was Dean Winchester. He was a master at pool. If you played against him you could kiss your money goodbye. You stand up. “I’ll bite.” You say confidently. “Oh, now sweetheart come on. It wouldn’t be right. Taking money from you.” He chuckled looking deep in your eyes. “What if… we don’t use money?” His eyes widened and he laughed out loud. “Okay what do you wanna bet?” You look out the window. The beautiful 67 Chevy gleaming in the moonlight. “That your car?” “No. Absolutely not. She’s mine.” “Scared?” You ask. smirking. “No, I just don’t like to gamble with my prized possession. Plus my whole life is there.” “I think you’re scared.” “I’m not- fine. yeah let’s play..for… the car.” He says strained. He can definitely beat you in a game of pool. right? He sets up the game and you begin. He lets you break. “Okay sweetheart, as a gentleman i’ll let you break.”