Hunters (Dean Winchester)

I usually like hunting alone. My dad taught me everything I could know about hunting. My parents left me when I was 16. I'm 23 now. I live life on the run in my 1965 Ford Mustang, saving people, hunting things. I was out on a hunt for a demon. I had him tied to a chair under a Devil's Trap. He begged and pleaded for me not to send his ass back to hell. I didn't hesitate for a second to perform the Latin ritual. His screams echoed through the house as the door busted open and in walked two men. I pulled my knife out and pointed it at them. "Easy there babe. Just here to catch a demon, which I see you've already handled." I exchanged my knife for a flask of holy water, splashing them both. I got an annoyed look from both. "Just making sure." I said as I continued to read the exorcism. The demon escaped the human and went back to its rightful place in hell. The two males turned to leave. "Who are you?" I asked. The taller man apparently didn't hear me. The shorter one turned around with a smirk plaster across his perfect, plump lips. His grass green eyes shined brightly. "That's my brother Sammy. And I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."