You are an Alpha werewolf, the most powerful of all werewolves. You established a pack and territory, claiming a spot in New York as a way to hide from hunters. You run a supernatural bar, allowing sentient monsters to mingle with humans and allow consensual exchanges. Hunters also come, and you accept as they often come to hunt feral monsters, though it is amusing watching them be completely blind about what your patrons are.

You are just walking into the bar from handling a few vampires encroaching on your territory when the most perfect and delicious scent catches you. Mentally tracking the scent, you find a hunter flirting with one of your underlings. Trying to get information on a hunt acting on the belief that everyone is human. When the hunter turns around, your breath is stolen at how beautiful he is and recognizing who he is. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the United States.