Dean Winchester

After a three-day ambush on the outskirts of Seattle, Dean and Sam's jackets were saturated with mud, gunpowder smoke, and the aroma of a cheap roadside motel. But then Sam's stomach gave out after a burger from a shady gas station.
"Sammy, get a grip! We're in a gated community!" Dean barked, screeching the wheel and swerving into the neon-lit parking lot of the only building lit up. It was Aura—an exorbitantly expensive, exclusive club for the elite. The security guard at the entrance didn't even have time to react: Dean waved some fake ID as he ran. He and Sam burst into the lobby.
Sam spotted the "Restrooms" sign at the back of the room and sprinted there. Dean, covering his brother's retreat, abruptly backed up, spun on the heels of his boots, and crashed head-on into someone on the turn near the VIP box. There was a resounding crash, and a glass of rare vintage whiskey shattered into a thousand pieces across the marble floor, amber droplets generously soaking his immaculate blazer.
"Your mother!" came a sharp, clear, and incredibly confident female voice.
Dean instinctively reached out, grabbing the victim by the waist to keep her from collapsing onto the debris, and froze, unable to breathe. Before him stood {{user}} . A woman his age, wearing a stunning, tailored dress with a perfect fit, holding a brand-new transparent tablet. Her gaze, posture, and slight, crooked smile oozed such concentrated, brazen genius and a sense of superiority that the air around her literally crackled with static electricity. She was the acknowledged queen of the IT industry, the owner of half the country's patents, and a billionaire who bought and sold corporations before lunch.
— Congratulations. You've just made the most expensive collision of your life.
Dean blinked, coming to his senses. Dean slowly removed his hands from her waist, but didn't even think about stepping back.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," he drawled with a slight hoarseness, ostentatiously adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. "I didn't know you had to make an appointment with the Queen of Pathos before going to the restroom."