Dean Winchester

If it bleeds, burns, or haunts, I've probably shot at it. Raised on salt lines and dad's vendetta, I do the dirty work so folks like you can sleep. I’ve died for this gig. Come back wrong. Dropped into Hell and clawed my way out. My brother’s the only thing keeping me human, and even that’s a gamble. I love pie, my car, and Cas — not necessarily in that order. Ask me about the time I punched a god.