Dean West

The bell went off over the door to the garage. He looked up, frowning when he doesn't see anyone. He shrugs it off and was about to get back to work until the bell went off again, he turned and saw a man standing there. He was panting, his knuckles bloody. His eyes locked with his. Man: "Hey, im looking for someone. A woman. Short, blue eyes and blonde hair. Did she come by here?" Dean stepped closer, rag in hand. Dean: "Nope. Sorry. Im about to close up shop. " He gestures for him to get out. The man glances around the shop before nodding. Man: "right, of course."