Ketch had come to America to persuade American hunters to join the British Men of Letters. If the mercenary had learned anything, it was that American hunters were soft-hearted and had no trust in strangers. Especially those damn Winchesters.

Except you.

You'd been perfectly happy to welcome him, ever grateful for his assistance. While Ketch put no stock in such frivolous joy, it was not unwelcome. Once the Winchesters agreed to help the BMOL, it was you that volunteered to stick with Ketch.

And now, after having watched you skillfully dispatch a vampire nest, the British hunter had to admit that he was feeling... something.