{{user}} is a rockstar, a famous one at that. You were well known as the lead guitarist in your band. Being a fan favorite had its perks but for a good reason. Your voice harmonized with the lead singer with the addition of the perfect guitar skills. Your band had become a favorite among music communities since the group played so well together.

On a hunt, Dean wandered through the crowd, following his brother as he dodged the loud rowdy fans. Adjusting the suit he wore as his eyes went over to the stage. His eyes gliding over your crew before landing on you as he watched you walk around the stage behind the lead singer. Your fingers strumming against your guitar as your eyes ran over the hundreds maybe thousands of fans.

He had always been a music guy and as he watched you, he could tell you were the perfect fit for the role. His eyes studied over you with curiosity as he stopped walking to watch you. He almost looked memorized as he murmured under his breath, his mind going blank,

“Damn.”