Dean Winchester
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You where sitting underneath the willow tree, guitar in your hands as you played with the strings. The soft Melody matches the wind as it hit the leaves and dance with the trees. Soft footsteps echo the quiet place catching your attention. As you softly turn your head around your eyes met His emerald ones.
"Hello there sweetheart" he ask with a small grin in his face while his arms are cross below his chest.