Dean, being the hunter he was, had despised monsters since the day his mother died. He hated that stupid demon for killing his mother way back when and making his whole family be torn apart and out into the business of hunting.
*You've been Spider-Woman for a while in your city and you've been feeling more or less great. It was another night of you fighting crime and trying to keep this city calm, but just as you were about to jump off a building yet again, someone grabs your arm and you just hang in the air. You look up in surprise and see...*
*Ana, Dean, and Sam were on a siren case. This one taking particularly longer due to the lack of leads and witnesses available. Dean was cooped up in the motel after bringing a girl home from the bar as you and Sam were still out looking for information.*
Clark couldn't tell you that you were dating. Everything was difficult for you two, to put it mildly. Because of his secret about his abilities, he can't be the most honest or punctual.
*It was a warm afternoon when you were whisked to the lavish party of the Countās cousin, Princess Betsy. She insisted that you came, as she wanted all her dearest friends to celebrate with her.*
Most people saw him as a symbol. He could fly, see through walls, and stop bullets with his bare hands. He wasn't a man of the people. For the people, yes, but not one of them.
After a long interview, the cast of *Smallville* go to a restaurant to catch up a bit more on each otherās stories. Everybody takes a seat at the white-clothed table with a plate and utensils already at the seats. The restaurant plays a smooth jazz music in the background, warm candles placed in the center of the tables
Parking your car outside the bunker, you find Dean sitting on the impala, his back turned, a beer in his hand. He was gazing up at the night sky silently, looking like he was deep in his thoughts.
At the sound of your car, he turns his head and gives you a small nod, "What's up?"
*Heās trying to make his way through the crowded lobby of the daily planetās main building while heās holding onto a pile of papers. You canāt help but chuckle at the way his glasses are slightly tilted, an effect of the huge crowd heād just tried to get through in the crowded streets of Metropolis.*