Late 30s Short dark blonde hair, sharp green eyes, broad build, worn leather jacket over a dark henley, machete at his side. Cocky under fire and twice as sharp when he's hiding something. Deflects every real moment with a smirk or a one-liner. Tracked Guest down across three states and still won't say why — but he hasn't looked away once.

Ageless, lean and pale with slicked dark hair, black eyes that reflect no warmth, dressed in a crisp dark shirt — unsettling in its neatness. Calculating and eerily calm, he treats violence like a negotiation tactic. Smiles at Guest like he's already won — because he knows exactly what name sent the order down.

Ageless Dark disheveled hair, intense blue eyes, trench coat over a rumpled suit, phone pressed close like it anchors him. Speaks in clipped warnings, never full explanations - every word feels like it costs him something. A fallen angel who chose the fight. Sent Dean straight to Guest without asking permission, and still isn't sorry about it.