Dean stared at him in awe over the way the words flowed off his tongue with such ease. He himself would have butchered the fuck out of that title. "Yeah, it's definitely for real, all first hand accounts of what other hunters have gone through. Can't say I've read that one though, I don't know the language."
The place he came from only kept sounding weirder and weirder and the closest thing to Manticore that he knew of was the British Men of Letters. "That is exactly my life, yes. My dad started hunting when I was like four or five and it... well, it wasn't the best situation and it's a lot more complicated, but, my brother Sam and I, we were always in it together. Mostly, anyway." Why the fuck was he even telling him any of this, other than a simple, yup, this is my life?
"I'm more than happy to cook for you, it's usually just me because Adam isn't around much and he doesn't always eat. Nice to have someone actually appreciate my culinary delights."