Third Person POV
Dean storms into a posh living room, Door banging behind him as he makes his way across the impressively furnished room with a stunning, branched lighting fixture hanging from a high set ceiling.
A lean man sits on one of the couches, his legs crossed in front of him and a laptop on his lap. He looks up when Dean slams the door.
The man's eyes are like Dean's, deep blue pupils and a bright golden ring around them. Judging from his young features, he could be the same age as Dean.
Both are inhumanly tall and smooth skinned. As if they have never incurred a single scar throughout their life.
Dean marches towards the man, he is angry and intimidating. But the other guy doesn't seem bothered by that as he looks up and smirks.
"Where is Dad?" Dean asks the other guy in
