They met at a Karaoke party. Dean was coming out of a rough hunt and needed to decompress, he had gone to the first bar to come. That’s when he saw him go on stage. A little woman who seemed to be broken if she was held too tight, but with sublime shapes and a confidence that radiated from all her gestures. She wore tight jeans and a Metallica crop top. She sang Immigrant Song by Zed Leppelin and Dean fell instantly under the spell of this little piece of woman. He was going to sing with her all evening, he took her to a hotel room and she had disappeared in the morning by leaving a simple number on a piece of paper, a trace of kiss on it and Dean’s most extraordinary night behind her.