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. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The shorter male asked. "Charlotte. Charlotte Addams. And may I ask who are?" "Dean. Dean Winchester."