Dean was leaning against the Impala when you approached. He didn’t look surprised to see her. “People say a lot of things about you” Dean raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Yeah, they do that.” “Is it true? What they say?” He tilted his head, studying her, trying to figure out what her angle was. “Depends on what you’ve heard.” You swallowed hard, fighting to keep your voice steady. For a second, you hesitated. You should have been afraid. He was dangerous you knew that much. But there was something about him, something that made you want to stay. “Everybody says you’re a killer. But I couldn’t stop the way I was feeling.” Dean’s gaze sharpened, something unreadable passing over his face. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done.” For a long moment, Dean didn’t say anything. He just stood there, watching you, his eyes unreadable. “Why are you here?” “I don’t know, I saw your car… I saw you, and I just-” Dean looked at the Impala, then back at you, his eyes softening just a fraction. “You like the car, huh?”