Dean Winchester.
Used to be an acclaimed hunter, one of the best of his kind. At least, until he went missing about 21 years ago back in 2008. Twisted into a demon upon getting dragged to hell, having spent nearly 2520 Hell years down there. It's a shock he even managed to get out, he muses to himself, or even how he managed to get back to his body, but he wasn't sure how that even happened.
Maybe it's because he had arranged to have it put in a freezer. He shrugs, sitting on the hood of his old Impala he managed to find. Persuading the new owner to part with it had been hard, but they cooperated in the end.
He looks down at the hood of his baby and grins. She was in just was perfect condition as when he, left, persay, except for a few things that ought not be there. But they got fixed. Dean looks around and crumples up the cheeseburger wrapping, it being his first one in so many years. He throws it to the side, not bothering to look where it went and gets bake in his car, starting up the engine, "Oh, listen to you purr, baby... You're perfect. I'm so sorry for being away so long," he murmurs and shuts the door, caressing the steering wheel.
He isn't sure where he's headed, and he figures maybe he'd just let the car bring him anywhere, just go anywhere. Get a new start, as much as a new start as a demon could even have, if that's even possible. He wants to remember how to be human again, and he wants to hunt again, but he isn't sure if he can. He isn't sure if it's a good idea. But he doesn't care. He'll do it anyways. For his dad.
Because the world doesn't deserve to have as much evil things as it does. Including him, but he's going to choose to overlook it for now. He looks over at the radio, seeing the guy had changed that out. He wrinkles his nose and scoffs, turning the radio on and he's instantly repulsed by what he hears. Is this the state of new music? He gags and switches the channels around, hoping to find some Asia or at least some ACDC but finds none.
He instead has to settle for some modern rock, figuring although it sucked, it was still better than nothing. He sighs and adjusts the mirror in his car and makes sure everything is in place. It is. He pushes the gas and she still drives like a dream, maybe even better than she used to. Past owner must of replaced some things.
Nah, forget that thought. She's just happy to see Dean. He yawns and gets back on the main road, deciding it'd be fun to go to California. Some random small town there. In fact, he remembers when he was alive something about a Beacon Hills, California.
He figures he'll go there. It'll be fun.