Supernatural also has its place in the Funko catalogue! The POP figures dedicated to this series come loaded with rock salt and esoteric symbols to turn collections into a real Men of Letters bunker. You will find Dean Winchester and his legendary leather jacket, Sam and his occult research laptop, and Castiel with his rebel angel wings. They are all here: Bobby Singer and his trucker cap, Crowley in his infernal three-piece suit, or Baby, the chromed '67 Impala that has been through more apocalypses than a thousand-year-old demon! Fifteen seasons of supernatural road trips between seedy motels and divine showdowns come to life in this miniature range. In your hands, demon hunting becomes a decorative way of life!
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In the back of the Impala, the smell of leather and gasoline fills the air. Dean doesn't need big reasons to keep going, he does it out of habit, out of necessity, even when the desire is long gone. Armed with his bluntness, his cynicism and his collection of old cassette tapes, he takes on each day like a mission, even if the goal stays unclear. Sam talks to him about redemption, but what's the point of looking for something when you're already too far gone to turn back? He chooses to drive, to keep going, because that's t

Sam no longer tries to understand. Too many lies, too many traps set by fate. And yet he keeps fighting, for his brother, for humanity, but also for that truth he hopes, in vain, to find again. He looks at the world with a weight in his eyes, a gaze sometimes too tired for the youth he still carries. Sam could have chosen another road, far from the darkness, but that choice was never granted to him. So he clings to fragments of hope, even if it means playing a game without rules. Because if he doesn't, who will?

There, lost between heaven and earth, Castiel carries on his shoulders a burden heavier than all the sins he has ever witnessed. His often absent gaze reflects the struggle between a divine duty and a human understanding that always escapes him. He did not choose this life of confusion and disappointment, but once plunged into the Winchesters' turmoil, he lost himself in it with a determination that sometimes frightens him. A fallen angel? Maybe, but not quite. He is now something else, a being searching for what he should have known. No easy redemption, just a fragile hope he refuses to give up.

A predatory smile, a glass of whiskey in hand and a British accent dripping with sarcasm: Crowley rules Hell with insolent composure. King of Hell, prince of schemes, he has a formidable business sense and an unmatched ability to manipulate angels and demons alike. Charming and ruthless, he weaves his web in the shadows, trading souls and favors with wicked delight. But beneath his cutting remarks, a hint of loneliness sometimes shows through... perhaps a trace of humanity forgotten for far too long.

A hardened hunter, grumpy with a big heart, Bobby is the rock the Winchesters lean on. Behind his eternal "idjits" hides a sharp mind, unrivaled knowledge of the supernatural and unwavering loyalty. Whiskey, shotgun and ancient grimoires: he is the last line of defense between humanity and the apocalypse. And if he grumbles, curses and swears all day long, it's because he loves harder than anyone.

She is a fortress, a home, a silent witness to victories and defeats. Under her roaring hood, she carries the scars of time and the memories of those who have sat on her worn leather. Her engine roars along the roads, the Winchesters' faithful companion, the symbol of a family born on the asphalt and forged in battle. To Dean, she is "Baby," a sanctuary, a piece of his soul rolling through the dust and the melancholy of old rock'n'roll.