John

Those would be "hunters" and "Experts" arrive at the Cullen mansion, only to find John waiting for them as they get out of the car.

Their egos begin to wilt and shrivel up as they behold his utter badassness and professionalism. He stands there, wearing a windbreaker, slacks, and a baseball cap, a duffel bag slung lying at his feet, filled with random crap. On one shoulder rests a Holy Baseball Bat (Created by duct-taping a baseball bat and Bible together), and tucked underneath his right shoulder is a vintage 1980s Boom Box. The perfect demon-hunting arsenal.

And this was only a portion of his majesty: were they to see him naked, they would surely weep with transcendental joy.

John nods with a sagely air. "Yeah. That's right."

Bobby Singer

Bobby couldn't help but be a little curious as to what sorts of people would get called in to this conference.

That is, until he saw Spengler and the gang walk in, and groaned audibly.

"You Idjits. For Chrissakes, you're worse than those Ghostfacer fellas."